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As sent and written by Mary Perham: re. her 80th birthday
“There were 55 people at my birthday party. Paula, Tricia, Pam, Paul, Brenda, Katri, Dylan and Zachary did all the arrangements for the wonderful party that they gave me. I am sure Dana also helped. There were refreshments and a beautiful Spice birthday cake which were served to all the guests. I had a great time meeting and greeting friends and relatives.
Friday night Paula and Dana invited the family to a cookout at their place. There were burgers, hotdogs and salads. Brownies were for dessert.
Saturday morning twelve of us met at Crosstone's for breakfast. We had a good time playing Pass the Baby. He wasn't happy sitting in a highchair, he wanted to get down on the floor.
Sunday I took the gifts to Responsible Pet Care and visited with the kitties for a couple minutes. I would have wanted to bring one home if I had stayed longer. I don't think, Doey, Dusty or Mick would have liked that say nothing about Frank. Although he would have fallen in love with a kitten the minute he saw it.
Monday we were without cat food so we headed for WalMart and did some other shopping while we were there. Tuesday we had to do some banking. We have hibernated to the air conditioned house since then.”
It was a very nice birthday party last Saturday. More of an open house. We saw many people we had lost touch with and somehow most of them looked older than we remembered. Mary had requested donations for Responsible Pet Care rather than regular birthday presents and she received enough to fill her car’s trunk. She took them over on Sundays and the cats and dogs were very appreciative.
Paula and Dana went to Boston Sunday for an early Monday morning appointment for Dana for a regular check-up and he received a good report. Dana headed for Orono and Paula came home. This week-end Owen and Pauline are taking Dana and his brother Paul plus their wives out to dinner to celebrate their birthdays.
Dell rose early this morning and went to Goss Berry Farm to pick blueberries. He was there right after 7 a.m. and home with a pail full before I could turn around, it seemed. The blueberries are large and plentiful. He also stopped and bought corn, green beans and a tomato for lunch. The nice people who live where we used to in North Norway invited Dell to pick raspberries and we have enjoyed those very much. Despite the rain or maybe because of it, it is a good year for berries. My cucumber plants washed out and Dell replanted. If the weather stays fine we will get some for Thanksgiving.
Have been doing a lot of people watching this week and have overheard some interesting conversations, not because I tried to but because I couldn’t help it. People talk to each other at nearby tables in restaurants or in rest rooms and one cannot help but hear what they say. One mature lady was telling her companion that her kids wanted to take her car keys away from her.
She said it wasn’t her fault the woman whose car she hit didn’t have any car or health insurance! Quite indignant.
I enjoy having Dell do the driving and I certainly do not want to drive with him as a passenger but I may have to if he has shoulder surgery. He went to the surgeon this week but she is not anxious to operate on him and wants him to explore every other option first. So he is going to try physical therapy next. We left there at lunch time so went to DiMillo’s on the waterfront. That was very nice and we had seating where we could watch the goings on, the ferries coming and going and other yachts. There was what I took to be a cleaning crew working on several of the yachts anchored by DiMillo’s, changing the bed linens and doing all sorts of domestic chores. I suppose if you afford a yacht you can afford domestic help. It’s a little upscale from our usual haunts but it was a belated 63rd anniversary luncheon.
The next day we had to again go to Portland to have Dell’s hand and wrist checked. Dr. Wilson had been called to the hospital to perform emergency surgery on a child so the P.A. saw him and gently chided him to behave and not overuse the hand. But overall it looked good and he is discharged unless he has further trouble. Then we did several errands and ate at Appleby’s.We encountered a fierce thunderstorm on the way home. We were on the turnpike and had no place to go except forward even though the visibility was about zero. Fortunately we found ourselves between two trucks, the one in front had his flashers on and the one behind was aware we were there so we were somewhat protected. Believe it or not, we were passed by impatient drivers all the time. Accidents waiting to happen. I was like the lady on TV in the ad and I told Dell “this makes me nervous”. When we got home it hadn’t rained a drop here.
In the course of our adventures this week we met a Maori, native to New Zealand. She was fun to talk with and I wish I could see her again. Her English has a delightful accent. Ships that pass in the night though. Unlikely to see her again.
I need to get nearer to the air conditioner. This heat takes the starch right out of one. So until next time_” He that is good at making excuses is seldom good at anything else”.