Fast forward a bit, and we’re all hanging out in the yard. Liz has changed and is back on land. And Anne and I decide to play a few rounds of string golf.
I didn’t end up taking a lot of photos this weekend. I was planning, originally, to start that sentence with “sadly” but I’m wondering now if this was a bad thing. I ended up enjoying the moment more, and wasn’t as focused on trying to document the moment.
Going out for a big meal like this is not something we normally do. But then again, an 80th birthday isn’t something that happens all that often, either.
Around the tree in the sitting room, Kirt had set up an old model train track. The train cars themselves were all pretty substantive, and suggested to me this was an old set.
A scene from the battle of the siblings, taken to mostly commemorate a minor skirmish. Isabelle had gotten on the float, and then Jackson had tried to use the other float to bop her into the water. His float got away from him, and he was unsuccessful in retrieving it with a paddle.
Isabelle remained safely in the distance.
Wait, I hear you asking… if you’re taking the photo, who’s driving the boat?
We left a little early this week, to spend a long weekend in Whitehall, MI, with Kirt and Anne at their new lakehouse. Liz and I both worked from home on Thursday, then hit the road around 4PM.
Kirt, showing off his new socks – comfortable, warm, and full of utility.
The ladies, checking out some family photos on Tricia’s laptop. For some reason, my iPhone added this extra blur/gauze to things and this looks like a ridiculous stock photo.
After arriving, we got a tour of the new place. And ended up in the basement, watching a bit of TV. We ended up sitting at the basement bar, watching the second half of “It’s a Wonderful Life” – which was a nice thing to do, as we were visiting for our “Early Christmas” celebration.
Liz and I travelled to Atlanta this weekend, as an early holiday visit. We took an earlier flight than we normally do, which was nice as it allowed us time to have dinner with everyone, and to hang out a bit afterwards.
An early Xmas in Atlanta, with the Ford kids in the midst of opening up their gifts.
I have to say – playing Skee-ball with the kids, they’re all arms and power throws. Every ball is a hail Mary attempt to hit the small “100 point” spot in the corner. And I’ll be damned if they don’t hit it more often than one would think. I was clearly the worst player of the bunch, score-wise.
One great gift that the Fords got was a Karaoke set. Shortly after it was plugged in, all the kids began taking turns singing songs. As you can probably imagine, it was both awesome and incessant for the remainder of the day:
One of the things we did a lot of, while in Atlanta, was spend time in the pool. Oftentimes in the past, we’ve visited mostly during Christmastime (and not really swimming weather).
With the sun out and the weather as nice as it was… any chance we had to go in the pool, I was there.