This year's birthday season came to a close last night with German chocolate cake made by Moon and a family visit with virtual Blue.
A new boat, sailing into, or with, springtime.
I had forgotten some of the rope story... It all started with this photo and a text from my brother to my sisters and me last April. What you need to know: My dad's name was Pat, both of them were in the volunteer fire department of our hometown, my brother's son (D) is now in one in his town, and that my family likes to tell stories. Here's my brother's in his somewhat edited words...
"Ok, good morning, prepare for some rambling, or delete now... Couldn't sleep so have been cleaning shop since 5am and drinking COFFEE. Weather has been 68-74 the last 10 days and thank goodness it's raining today- makes this quarantine more bearable? At least it feels ok to sit in/at home. Shop's clean, drawers organized, and drill bits all sharpened.
"I said rambling right? When I resigned from the fire department in February, after 35 years, I cleaned out my turnout pockets, came home and tossed it all in box." ("turnouts" are what fire fighters call their uniform pants tucked into boots, partially turned inside out, with suspenders dangling on the sides, all standing ready to be stepped into and pulled on quickly.)