Who's a proud grandpa? I'm a proud grandpa!

We were down with the flu all week, so I'm just now getting a chance to post some photos from Lilli's 5th birthday party. Also, I didn't take all that many photos--I was busy eating pizza. But it was great, because all four of my grand-kids were there in the same place, and I don't get to see that very often. Also, cupcakes and ice cream.

Birthday girl!

When you're five, people your own age start getting interesting.

Also attending, of course, Lilli's sister Willa, along with Willa's Dad James.

So far they get along!

Grandpa's mission: Get Willa to smile. Mission accomplished.

Lilli has been, thanks to her mom Jill, getting into The Wizard of Oz. So Emily's and my gift to her was a volume of L. Frank Baum's first six Oz books, including the original illustrations--I read the books to her Mom, now it's Mom's turn.

Oz: The Complete Collection: (Illustrated First Edition) The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, The Marvellous Land of Oz, The Woggle-Bu
 

 

 

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( Jul. 16th, 2022 06:33 pm)

 Thanks to everyone for your birthday wishes! There got to be so many that I wasn't able to respond individually, so I pretended I was Neil Gaiman and couldn't respond to all my fans. Sadly, I wasn't able to duplicate the accent, or the looks, or all those book sales.

I did intend to ask everyone to buy one of our books for my birthday, which would be an awesome present ... but I seem to recall doing the same thing last year. So, just buy one now, instead.

(That never works, but what the heck.)

 

On a related note, I stopped doing any work on my writing for most of the week. Why? Well, to start out both the dog and I were sick--me with a ginormous sinus infection, Beowulf with a tooth abscess. We even both started on antibiotics at the same time. (He's a lot better now.) Still, after a few days Emily was able to shepherd us up to Michigan, where my oldest daughter Charis and her family were staying at my ex-father-in-law's cottage on Lake Bellaire.

(Lake Bellaire, not coincidentally, is the setting for my novel Radio Red)


So, we got to celebrate my fiftieth birthday up there!

(There was apparently some kind of math error.)

 


That's Charis and Vince and--oh, Beowulf!--waiting for one of Lake Bellaire's awesome sunsets. I spent most of my time sitting, being still under the weather, but there's something about that place that's just--relaxing. And if you're going to sit, isn't it better to sit on a shore watching the lake and sunset, and eating S'mores? I agree.

Speaking of S'mores, we had cake, ice cream, biscuits and gravy for both mornings we were up there, and some yummy grilled chicken, and I didn't have to cook a bit of it, which is probably what made it taste so good.

Above are my grandkids Brayden and Hunter, and the beginning of one of the coolest sunsets I've ever seen ... which I'll post photos of later.

So yeah--we had a great time. Now we're home, and I'm still spending a lot of time sitting, but hey: We have books.

Oh, and if you want to check out Radio Red:

 
 

 

Happy birthday to Emily, who was born on what’s usually the first day of winter—which I prefer to think of as the time when the days start getting longer. So--she's the harbinger of better days ahead. See what I did, there?

 

I still sometimes wonder why Emily said yes when I proposed. I was all the bad things: Old(er), poor, and lived in the north, where we could actually get snow tornadoes. I had the weird hours of a third shifter who’s also a struggling writer, and my hours have only gotten weirder since then.


Unknown to either of us, she signed on to become my editor, book designer, nurse, dog wrangler, traveling partner, photographer, best friend, and the love of my life, not at all in that order. She's the one who explained to me what Dad Jokes are, and that I tell them. What do I do in return? The dishes. That's not a fair trade, but she still loves me.

She pushes me in my writing career, and often out of my occasional (and mostly winter) funks. She's my inspiration. I could never have done our self-published books alone, which is why they're "our", and I'm not convinced I'd be published at all if she hadn't been there.

 

She's quite definitely my rock, my inspiration, the person who can best thump me on the back of the head when I'm acting up, and all that other mushy stuff.

 Oh, and she's great with the grandkids ... but of course, she would be.






 

 

Emily and I took the grand-twins to Indiana Beach, a local amusement park ... and by local I mean it was a two hour drive there and two hours back, with eight hours in between. Long day.

 

It rained much of the day, but the park was still fairly well attended, and with the exception of the big rides just about everything stayed open the whole time. When the temperature hits 80, a light rain isn't so very terrible.

 

Indiana Beach is, as the name implies, on the edge of a body of water: Lake Shafer, a ten mile long lake formed by a dam near Monticello. It's also the model I used in creating a fictional park for my unpublished YA mystery, "Red Is For Ick". If you're a publisher ... call me.

 

The twins have issues with heights, but that's okay: Their favorite rides were the bumper cars and the bumper boats. It makes me a little nervous to realize in five years they'll be driving real cars. (Emily has photos of me on those two rides. Hopefully she doesn't have any of how green I looked after coming off the Scrambler.)

 

 

 

 

One of Indiana Beach's first rides was the Grand Carousel, which I thought was pretty neat until Emily pointed out that all the horses look terrified.

 

I didn't get many good photos, as I forgot my regular camera and it was a bit gloomy (and rainy) for cell phone photos. Still, this one of the Schafer Queen, which takes half hour rides up and down the lake, came out okay.

 

The upper deck of the Schafer Queen was unoccupied due to a light rain, but Hunter and I chanced it while Emily and Brayden stayed on the sheltered lower deck.

 

Hunter was fascinated by the paddlewheel, while I listened to the Captain telling us stories about the park and the lake--he pointed out a home previously occupied by Al Capone.

 

 

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