Rebel and I are pooped

rebel pooped

Rebel mirrors my activity over the past 24-hours. On Sunday we hosted a retirement/birthday party for my son William and my Dad, Tom Braddock.

The house was full of family, friends and Daddy’s staff. After 72 hours of non-stop rain, we all have cabin fever. What looked so orderly and inviting on Sunday now looks like the wreck of the Hesperus.

I must have been exceptionally deluded to think I could pull this off without a hitch. But that’s a story for another time. I awoke this morning to yet another day of rain and I’m going back to bed.

William at center was the last to arrive.

Below Nurse Peggy with step mother Martha, niece Leslie and Daddy’s right arm Pat. My mother ‘s portrait above was looking at me like “what were you thinking to try to serve 20 people a meal in your tiny home?”

My dad below, has just retired after 58 years of “doctoring.”  He turned 84 this month.

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