Dad's Special Weekend

This will be a special time coming up this week end. Dad has just turned 93 and his nephew Tony has come over from Australia via Hawaii to make a presentation to Dad. Tony has done a lot in Australia to get Dad recognized for his WWII efforts and his heroism and bravery. Dad flew in the RAF Austalia airforce and was a radio operator and gunner on a Sunderland aircraft. He and the crew were shot down over the Bay of Biscay one morning . That will be another story I will tell here soon.
However, this weekend will be a party with people coming from Alberta and parts unknown. We have a big prime rib ready to go on the barbie and lots and lots of fine wine (thank you Erin) and good company and lots of stories.
Ashley has her fabulous hot new car with all the toys, she is taking it out on a test drive or should I say an initiate drive. Bryan and I will be taking our new car out for its first highway run and the sun will be shining and the asparagus ready to buy in the fruit stands.
Yahoo.

Out the Front

On a warm spring evening out in front of their home our parents enjoy the setting sun. Not too many opportunities to enjoy a little air together what with one things an another. The demands of dialysis change the dynamics of a family be it two people of five. There are home carers coming in and out twice a day and doctor appointments to be attended to. This life leaves little time for moments alone together.

Dad reached 93 last Saturday and is looking forward to another family party on the 30th of the month when his nephew will come from Australia to visit him and present him with a special document from the Returned Serviceman's League of Australia.

We will come from Calgary and join them with a BBQ at Barry's house. Our children who are grown and in their 30's are lucky to have grandparents who are both alive and able to spent some time with them. Too soon things will be different.

Oops

This sign was on the lawn of the local school for the past 4 days...has no one noticed? I couldn't help but take this picture.

Wendy Feeds and Bathes Single Hungry Bachelor

I just love the song of of the red wing black bird. My Grannie used to call him the soldier bird. He is the harbinger of spring on the prairie. We have water hazards on either end of the ninth hole where we live. Each pond is surrounded by cattails and reeds, the birds nest and feed around the pond. Occasionally one will come to our house for sustenance and a quiet bath before going back to singing for a girl friend.