End of the affair.
9:38 a.m.
There was too much food, as always. I spent a very nice half hour chatting with my sister-in-law�s recently widowed father, a fellow who immigrated here from Ireland a long time ago but hasn�t lost one lick of his accent. Today is his late wife�s birthday and he was planning on taking a lawn chair out to the cemetary and just sitting there next to her grave. So I wished him good weather.
We met my niece�s new boyfriend, a really nice young man, about 30, with an aging dog (half GSD, half gray wolf) who was super well behaved around all the people and the other two dogs (my nephew brought over his yappy little thing which I felt like kicking into the pool from time to time). The boys set up their bass and guitar and amps by the poolside and we played and sang a few numbers. Unfortunately the crowd was more interested in rock and roll than jazz, so I was superfluous after a while.
The insects finally drove us indoors where we hugged and kissed goodbye and sent everyone on his and/or her way. My sister-in-law�s brother and father were the last ones to leave. Then, still exhausted from the bacchanalia of the night before, we all collapsed at around 10 p.m.
My brother-in-law left early this morning to catch a plane west (for work) and we are headed to my parents-in-law for lunch and then to see my mom. Little Princess called early this morning because she couldn�t find the envelope of money we had left for her and her brother in our absence (that�s all been set straight now) and to tell us how she and her boyfriend had to break into our house because she had forgotten her key and Buddy Boy wasn�t home. This involved climbing on the roof of the back deck and reaching a leg across to climb through Buddy Boy�s open window (we�re always telling him to close it when he goes out), a feat which a false move could have rendered fatal or worse. Fortunately neither she nor her boyfriend was hurt, but I reminded her to take her key next time and please close and lock that window!
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