This is my 87th birthday 

It is ninety degrees at 4:40 pm. I always think of the un-air-conditioned misery my mother had to endure to have me. I thank God she was able.

Grace took me to The Boathouse for lunch. Kerry and Heather joined us. We sit in the bar because we laugh so hard we would get thrown out of the dinning room. All that fun was tiring so I had to come home and take a nap.