Yesterday was Roger's birthday. 72. We had a quiet dinner the night before with his brother-in-law, Bruce, who was in town to take care of some business and to take care of his son who is in the hospital here. Bruce and Roger's birthdays are 1 week apart and they have always enjoyed celebrating together.
We had bacon-wrapped filets, baked potatoes, salad, rolls and strawberry shortcake. Not very original, but a great meal. Bruce and Roger were going to walk across the steet and hit some golf balls but we had our first chilly, rainy day in weeks. That would have made a great picture. Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of them together which doesn't happen that often anymore since Bruce and Roger's sister, Mary, moved back to Michigan to be near the grandchildren and for Mary's medical care. We miss them. Roger misses them.
On his actual birthday, we went out for brunch and to Border's bookstore where he still has a gift card from his son. We had a replay of dinner from the night before except I had chicken since there was only one little steak left. He also got a foot and back rub. Happy Birthday!