Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, was, as is often the case, a day of rest and recovery, with turkey leftovers. It was a raw, rainy day in Tillamook, so it was spent indoors, at my sister’s house until dinnertime, then we moved the party to the beach house of her son and daughter-in-law, Michael and Taylor.
I blogged in the morning and participated in a game of Mysterium in the afternoon. I would characterize Mysterium as Clue, with inkblot clues. It is a collaborative game, which was interesting, But we all lost. So much for collaboration.
Dinner was at the beach house in Cape Meares, which I had heard about but had never seen. It has a wonderful view overlooking the Pacific Ocean which I couldn’t fully appreciate as I arrived after dark. But thanks to the Nightscape setting on my phone’s camera I was able to get some idea of how great the view might be.
Dinner, thankfully, wasn’t turkey leftovers. We got uncooked pizzas from Papa Murphy’s and baked them at the beach house. My first Papa Murphy’s pizzas and they were pretty good.
The evening was conversation and roughhousing. The kids were energetic and wanted to gang up on the old guys – mostly brother-in-law Chris (grandfather to all) and me, but Michael jumped in at the end. Hopefully we tired them out and they slept well.
On the other end of the age spectrum, family friend Stephanie, who is somewhere north of 80, demonstrated how she could still do 20 pushups. Impressive. And a reminder that I need to resume my core exercises.



































Planning for 100…
It is always good to plan ahead, right? So, for my 100th birthday I want to go dancing. I want to get out on the dance floor, with my walker, and groove to the beat. And if the lead singer wants to serenade me, that would be fine, too.
That is the birthday I witnessed last weekend. I was at a nightclub and there was a table – all women – having a birthday outing nearby. I thought it was one of the women – all in their 40s and 50s – who was celebrating. But, no. It was their 102-year-old grandmother. Who was all smiles. And who didn’t object when she was escorted onto the dance floor with her walker. And loved it when the lead singer serenaded her.
Yup. That’s what I want for my 100th. Sons… start planning now.