Tag Archive | Birthdays

Fly me to the moon

The third supermoon in a row, taken on Monday Sept. 8.

The third supermoon in a row, taken on Monday Sept. 8.

So, just like that, I’m 59, and my family and friends have flown me to the moon with love, attention and gifts. I’ve got so many people who can take me to Jupiter and Mars just by holding my hand that getting older is a treat.

I’ve got a  sweet husband, wonderful children, glorious grandkids and the best friends a semi-old girl could hope for. My mother keeps on ticking and next year, if all goes well, we go to Italy together for decade-changing birthdays.

I just got to see (and document photographically) three supermoons in a row.

The third consecutive supermoon on Sunday, Sept. 7 – the precautionary shot in case it was cloudy the next night.

The third consecutive supermoon on Sunday, Sept. 7 – the precautionary shot in case it was cloudy the next night.

My precious little ones give me a reason to look to the future.

Next weekend my cousin and I get to go to New York for the People’s Climate March, so I can at least tell my five little peppers that I tried, should things not turn around climate-wise.

I may be old, but I feel re-energized. Thank you, my darlings. You all know who you are.

My daughter and my Julia both got me Wonder Woman gifts, which made me feel just wonderful.

My daughter and my Julia both got me Wonder Woman gifts, which made me feel just – wonderful.

And here's more – I'm almost embarrassed by the abundance, and that's not even all. (Excuse John's mess on the table. He prefers it to his desk upstairs.)

And here’s more – I’m almost embarrassed by the abundance, and that’s not even all. (Excuse John’s mess on the table. He prefers it to his desk upstairs.)

Annabelle, like her cousin Jude, has inherited the art gene. That's a darn good flower for a 3-year-old, and the 'L

Annabelle, like her cousin Jude, has inherited the art gene. That’s a darn good flower for a 3-year-old, and the ‘L” is for “Lolly,” of course.

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Celebrate

This was a two-party week in LollyPopLand. We have lots to celebrate.

Lots.

Tuesday night was our third election night watch party – and the second in a row to behappy occasions. Good friends, good food, Blue Champagne Cocktails and a repeat (only better if I do say so myself) of the “confidence cake” from four years ago. 

This old lady was up until 2 after cleaning, watching concession/acceptance speeches calming down.

Lolly and Pop in his Barry O Hawaii shirt.

But today was a family affair, a double celebration of my baby boy’s 34th birthday yesterday and his baby boy’s impending arrival tomorrow.

Birthday boy sporting his new “dress” Razorback toboggan.

Our new baby boy will be Luke  – and since my baby boy Ben was an uber-Star Wars fan, it was only right to get a Star Wars-themed cake. (He and Liz were Luke and Leia for days on end as little-bitty kids.)

My over-achieving days are over, though, so I farmed out this cake assignment. Our neighborhood Community Bakery has been our go-to place for non-Lolly/Mom-made cakes for at least 25 years.

My boy Ben has been bigger than me for 20 years, but he’s still my baby. Grandpa Bill can’t get over how time has flown.

We had a crazy good time, as usual. The boys were wild, as usual, and the little girls precious, as usual.

Mother and Bill were hale and hearty, which is something we don’t take for granted anymore.

Instead, we’re grateful for every moment. Especially when we’re all together.

Your mother should know

Today was my mother-in-law’s 90th birthday. She was born Oct 21, 1921, right here in Selah, Washington, where we had her party at my sister-in-law’s house.

John and Kitty are thrilled to celebrate their mom's 90th birthday.

Kitty and Norm recently moved from Yakima back to tiny Selah, where she and my hubby, John, grew up.

Doris, who’s always been tiny, has gotten slower, smaller and unsteadier over the years, but she still drives to the beauty salon and to run her errands. She still plays bridge with her friends of many years, loves to watch sports on television and has recently started working crossword puzzles again.

John, his mother, Doris, and Aunt Irene

We should all hope to age as well. Her baby sister, Irene, who’s a sprightly 83, drove herself over the Cascade Mountains from Seattle for the party and to spend some time with her sister and her in-laws. Irene still plays tennis and went to Costa Rica this year.  She’s a wonder to behold.

The Haworth genes are sturdy. These ladies were part of my inspiration to study gerontology. What makes some people so hearty and some not so lucky? That’s a question for the ages, but it seems genetics play a huge part.

Doris and her baby sister, Irene, circa 1928

But so does heart. Doris has a big one, as do Irene and as Kitty, my sister-in-law, and John, my sweet husband.

Doris was a beauty of a young mom with baby Kitty.

So what if I’m ever so behind in schoolwork for the moment. Sometimes life gets in the way. And aren’t we lucky when it does?