The Party That Wasn't --- Yet

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley. . . .

That ol' Scots poet Robert Burns sure knew his onions.

No matter how carefully we make our plans -- like our plans to celebrate my father's 90th birthday here
today -- there is no guarantee that our plans will come off as, well, planned.

My Dad was not quite himself over the last couple of days, and by late Friday afternoon
it was clear that he was not going to be a happy, healthy Birthday Boy.

So, the party is postponed until June 5th. Thank goodness for an understanding caterer!

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Five years ago we all gathered at the beach house for Pop's 85th:

He loves an excuse to wear his tuxedo. He's quite the rock star at the assisted living facility.

Overheard a few weeks ago, a comment in a group of resident ladies:
"There's Herb. He's a catch."

Well, I wouldn't be surprised if on June 5th he insists on donning the tux, while we'll be wearing denim and sandals.
But Birthday Boys get to wear whatever they want.

Except Birthday Suits.

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So, since I'm not hosting 45 people here today, I'm going to participate in Favorite Things Saturday.

My new Fave at That Old House is our new pseudo-Welsh-Dresser in the kitchen.
The story is here and here . . . .

Howard took matters into his own paws this morning,
and provided his very favorite thing, and put it on my favorite:

The perfect accessory. Our kids thought so, anyway!

Happy Saturday -- you can visit Bargain Hunting and Chatting With Laurie for more Saturday Favorites!

Thankfully my Dad's indisposition is minor,
and on he is already on his way to full recovery.

That's the plan, anyway! -- Cass