Not that turning 60 is necessarily a big deal. Last night we were at Steve and Fran's for dinner, along with Scot and Sarah. Wine, pork loin, mashed potatoes, salad, broccoli, cake and ice cream. Fran tried to get everyone together, but it didn't work out. Nathan and Terah had other plans, and though Reuben and Donna are coming for the weekend, they didn't arrive until today.
No family party over the weekend because I'm not going to be here. The women of our small group are going to the bay. There was a time I would have felt guilty going away when the kids are all here, but not now. They'll enjoy being together, but they'll have to take care of themselves. No cooking and cleaning for me. I'll be sittin' on the dock of the bay . . .
Marilyn
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Happy birthday
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