|Me, Barbara and Wayne deCajun at the Henlopen Oyster House today|
"Now what is Ron writing about?" you ask. "72, 71 and 67" are the respective ages of the three
Today is my neighbor Barbara's 71st birthday. I know, I know….I can't believe she's 71 years old either. She can't either. She told me as much as I drove her down to Rehoboth Beach for lunch this afternoon. Of course I'm the Old Dude at 72 (that's me on the left in the blue V-neck L.L. Bean pullover 100% cotton sweater). Wayne deCajun is seated on the right and he, the dear, is the youngster in the group at 67.
|"The Oysters Rockefeller are a bit dry here."|
But you'll hear no complaints from this quarter about the rain. My friend Tom J. of West Chester sent me this photo yesterday proving that he had "six inches"…….of snow. My friend Larry M. of Claymont Delaware called me on FaceTime yesterday bragging about his "eight inches".
|Larry's 8 inches|
Seriously folks, I am SO GLAD we didn't get snow. SO GLAD. Oh I know there are those who say "It is so pretty" and "Isn't it nice and Christmasy?" Tell you what folks, I'll look at the reports on TV and listen to my friends brag about how many inches they got but for me, I'll take a rainy day in Rehoboth any day having lunch with my good friends Barbara and Wayne deCajun.
So what did we talk about? Our medical maladies of course. Yes, we have become our parents. When we get together we exchange horror stories of our journeys through the medical maze that is the lot of 72, 71 and 67 year olds who are exceptionally prone to kidney stones. Ironically, even though the three of us have had our bouts with kidney stones (and that's saying something), our medical dramas this year are all different.
We all agreed to meet the same time next year, providing we're still here. However, a good time was had by all today.
Happy birthday Barbara!