Waynesboro, VA was the location of my Father-in-Law’s 92 birthday party. He drove himself 30 minutes to get there from Charlottesville. All his children were there, with their spouses and a couple of the grandkids. His good marble to desired good marble ratio is 99/100, the only problem is he hates wearing his hearing aids. I can always tell he isn’t wearing them when I call:
“Hi Fritz it’s John”
“I’m doing fine, thank you”
“Great – we’ll be there at 2:30, is that ok?”
“When will you be here?”
“Do you have your hearing aids in?”
“What?!?”
“Put your hearing aids in, Fritz”
“Why are you bringing Kibbles and Bits?”
My dog is very happy to get the long car ride with us to Waynesboro because like all dogs she loves the steady whir of the engine and the fact there are 50 billion new smells just minutes from our house. The party was at my sister-in-law’s house and after dinner a few folks got in the pool, which drives my dog crazy because she wants to play but hasn’t taken to swimming just yet. So after a few minutes of barking, running around the pool and acting crazy I just threw her in. She’s got a black coat like a Belgian Shepherd, when she got out of the pool she looked like a big black wet rat. And she wouldn’t shake until she was right next to someone.
Time to get ready for Mass.