tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post1073961209408155045..comments2024-03-26T13:46:42.738-05:00Comments on 4 Quarters, 10 Dimes: A Round NumberDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-6342255427034020032020-07-17T19:23:28.691-05:002020-07-17T19:23:28.691-05:00Awww 😊 Awww 😊 Ewanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15587749873205076612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-68497037422643459542020-07-14T13:17:24.597-05:002020-07-14T13:17:24.597-05:00You're welcome! :)
It was good to see you an...You're welcome! :)<br /><br />It was good to see you and have everyone together on Saturday, even if it was only on screen. We will have to have a big party whenever all this is over and we can meet in person again.<br /><br />Love you too!Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-13660735462213960382020-07-14T01:42:32.776-05:002020-07-14T01:42:32.776-05:00Not so late, Lucy. Here I am at this late date, a...Not so late, Lucy. Here I am at this late date, and I'm the subject of this lovely piece. And thank you for your good wishes.<br /><br />Thank you, David, too, for another lovely birthday blog. I still have the one you wrote for my 70th, framed and on my desk. It occasionally gets buried under paper much less important, but I regularly dust it off and prop it up where I can see it and love it all over again. Someday, I'm going to nail it up, frame and all. You have a lovely way with words. This year's blog is just as good even though I think somebody's kidding me with that number. My grandmother's 80, isn't she? I'm still just a slip of a girl with PLANS and babies to raise. <br />That phone call you mentioned, I remember vividly. For a boy with plans to get his Ph.D. that seemed a little odd, but it was one of the best calls I've gotten over the years. In between the agonies of parenthood waiting for cars to slide up an icy driveway at some ungodly hour of the morning, you get calls like that one. It made my day. You went on to much bigger and better things including that thesis I had to study seriously to really get it and admire the talent that produced it. <br />Thank you so much for being part of that giant Zoom call from all the family on Saturday and the chorus of Happy Birthday which demonstrated quite adequately why most of the family with one exception (you) stay out of choirs and merely mumble a sotto voce "amen" at hymn singing time. But I loved it, all of it. That you all would have taken the time to get together to wish an old bat Happy Birthday on a Saturday night meant so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you. Mom<br />Katherine McKayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11464258086712270178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-51283081854132484472020-07-13T11:10:17.344-05:002020-07-13T11:10:17.344-05:00There's never a bad time for good wishes. :)There's never a bad time for good wishes. :)Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-482904224213297932020-07-13T09:17:34.965-05:002020-07-13T09:17:34.965-05:00I will, I swear, eventually, get my ass to the sta...I will, I swear, eventually, get my ass to the station on time.<br /><br /><i><b>Happy Birthday, Mom! </b></i><br /><br />(Just a couple of days late ... Better than the usual week?)<br /><br />LucyLucyInDisguisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08169432604954981941noreply@blogger.com