The Heck With 65!

     …Continued from yesterday:
     On Tuesday morning, the third day of our visit, I woke up with a bee in my bonnet, and stripped and re-made the beds,

…while Tom washed, dried, and re-folded the bed linens, with some help,   ​

​... Next I pretended that I had a pet duck and a pet kitty who needed to be played with and walked,

​....until they got tired of being the pets and decided they wanted a doggie they could take for a walk.

     I entertained and was entertained by the troops all morning, until  the afternoon when it was time to transport them to their swim lessons at Lucky Duck Swim School.

     After swim lessons I did the grocery shopping at Ralph’s,

​...with some help.

     Then I made dinner, also with lots of help.

​Helping Grandpa clean the corn.      

       My daughter and son-in-law arrived home from work, and while the others ate dinner my daughter and I drove out to Sand Dune Park in Manhattan Beach, a super-steep dune that intrepid people strong of leg hike up and down,

​...or they can take the stairs to the top of the dune.

   My daughter, 

​…whom I've always sworn was part mountain deer, was able to run up the dune once, walk back down, then, fast-walk back up and walk down five more times.

​   I, on the other hand, did sort of a slow schlepp up and down the dune three times.

     But when I reached the top for the third time, I looked out across the landscape far below me,

...then raised my fist to the sky, and shouted (to myself), Take that Medicare, take that, AARP membership, take that that Golden Buckeye card, I'ma boogie 'til  I  die! 
     Or until all the parts are shot.  Whichever comes first.