[We] have achieved [our] seventy years in the usual way, by sticking strictly to a scheme of life which would kill anybody else.... [We] will offer here, as a sound maxim, this: That we can't reach old age by another man's road. - In the words of Mark Twain, at his seventieth birthday dinner, in 1905, as quoted in Saving Your Brain by Jeff Victoroff
Let's just say that Mike and I both had milestone birthdays in November. We figured that we had celebrated enough in Europe in September, so we stayed home and took it easy. Mike had to work late again on his birthday, but at least he didn't have to work 17 straight hours like last year. But all of our friends and family took us out for various lovely intimate dinners, so we were eating out all month long.
We took Dante down to Rocky Springs to snap a few photos. He loved exploring and running through the forest, but the damp river bed was not his favorite.
Kearney stayed home. This is his latest trick: playing mind games with Dante by getting his stink all over Dante's bed. We tried giving Kearney beds all his life, but he never had anything to do with them until we brought home a dog.
I made the last harvest of the garden, preserved the last of the peppers, cut off the dead tomato plants, and gave the tomato cages to Laura, who made Christmas trees out of them.
We had a house full for Thanksgiving, including us, my mom, and Roy and Judy.