It's a good thing today's weather is lousy (cool and rainy). My sister and I will be babysitting my 5 mo. old grandson (name Jensen)! That's a good thing.

After spending over three hours at my daughter's house last Sunday with the baby awake nearly the whole time, I'm confident we'll have no problems. Afterall, between us, we have the experience of raising 7 of our own children. Plus, Jensen is really a perfect baby (grandparent speak)!

Today is my father's 92nd birthday. We're celebrating with pizza, salad, and cake at his house--baby and all. He's "losing ground" with the aging process, but hanging in there: A little slower, less steady, but still ambulatory; somewhat hard of hearing, and getting forgetful, but far from Alzheimer's. He's been a good role model, fit-wise. I'm not quite ready to give him a full tribute yet.

I was born six minutes before midnight, or we would have shared birthdates. When together, we've usually celebrated them together. When I was a kid, I'd get the preferential treatment. Now, it's the other way around. I don't mind.

My three girls called me with birthday wishes. I spent "my day" playing some golf and going to the library. Then I worked in the yard digging up day lily bulbs and transplanting them before the septic guys rip up my back yard. I moved a bluebird house post and all, and hauled some dirt. I also got a long row of onions planted. My back hurts. But that' a typical birthday day. Like I said in my last post, can't be frittering away my time.

Well, wish me luck on the babysitting--or maybe wish Jensen luck!