|Kath, Uncle Marsh and Aunt Joyce|
My Aunt Joyce and Uncle Marsh were a huge part of that idyllic childhood I have referred to before on my blog. Next to my parents and grandparents they were the adults who had the most influence on my life. I still find them to be very inspirational people. My Aunt Joyce rides her exercise bike on a regular basis, and my Uncle Marsh has a workout routine he does several times a week. The day before the party he had gone on a lengthy bike ride and had also been out kayaking on the lake for an hour. He told me that didn't count as one of his exercise days though!
|Aunt Joyce on the left, my mom on the right|
It was fun seeing relatives I hadn't seen in years, and in some cases decades. It was also a bit confronting to see how much everyone had aged. Even more confronting was knowing they were looking at me thinking the same thing. At the end of the day while we were having our dessert several family members sang some songs. I was not among them (I think I might have been the original inspiration for the expression "can't carry a tune in a bucket.")
|Lois on the left, Dan on the right|
All I can say is it is good we are a family with a sense of humour. Not because of the singing itself, but because of what happened during the singing. Kath and Jack have a Golden Lab named Mike. Mike is still really a puppy, so I guess he can be forgiven for upstaging the performers. During the first song Mike wandered over to a chair and threw up under it. He was promptly removed and that seemed to be the end of it. Mike, however, had clearly enjoyed his two seconds of fame. When the next performer was singing Mike wandered back to the chair and ate what he had just rejected. It was one of those horrible moments when I knew all was lost. I started laughing uncontrollably, and no matter how many sad and awful things I tried to picture to make myself stop I just couldn't. The good news was I was not alone.
Now I am back in Kamloops, and the lake, family and my beloved northern Idaho all seem very far away. I think I would have been content to sit on that deck for the rest of the summer. Well, as long as I had my knitting. Happy 160th birthday Uncle Marsh and Aunt Joyce. It was wonderful being there to celebrate with you!