A Little Warm

This was the reading on my thermometer when I came in from work mid-afternoon.  I thought I would take a picture of it, so that in February I can look at it with wonder and try to imagine ever feeling  that I wished the heat would abate.

The poor hounds are being imprisoned inside, and even in the relative cool they are panting their heads off.  They have been promised a long hike in the morning before the day heats up again, but this is not making them any happier at this hour.

Dad's 80th Birthday

As milestones go, this is a big one.  Our dear old pater is 80 years old today, and happily going strong.  We are having the first big celebration today, and Part II next week when family will be here form Ohio and British Columbia

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Anyway, this is where Pa made his way  into the world: at St.George's Hospital at Hyde Park Corner.  He likes to tell the tale of  his father picking him and his mother up in a Rolls Royce to bring them home for the first time.  [The Rolls belonged to my grandfather's employer.]


St. George's Hospital, Chelsea

And this is a studio portrait of Dad, aged 2 years and two months.