Yesterday was Grandpa Nelson’s Birthday, and a good time was had by all. He slept in, and then we all drove up to Fleur de Lis Bakery in the Hollywood neighborhood for Second breakfast. Cinnamon rolls, an oatmeal muffin, and a cardamom and custard roll were washed down with tea and coffee as we people watched and enjoyed the sunny morning.
When we got home, Grandpa got his wish to sit on the balcony with Mouse and read his Isaac Asimov book. Auntie Bridgett and I started the next big chore of my visit, hanging the art!! We had 7 huge boxes of paintings, paper cuts, photographs, and prints that needed to be unwrapped, laid out, dusted (ugh!) and hung. The Bicycle was first, of course, since that location was decided before we even owned the house! Right over the fireplace.
Then our lovely french-looking clock, which still doesn’t work but looks fabulous on the blue wall….
Then some of Auntie Bridgett’s paintings over the counter by the kitchen…
After hours of going up and down ladders, we had a rest and then packed up for the next adventure, a picnic in Laurelhurst Park with Auntie Katie and cousins Jasper and Kestrel. It is so close we didn’t even have to drive, but got to walk through the neighborhood, seeing magnificent peonies blooming along the way.
At the park we were greeted by what (I can only assume) was the official Squirrel for our section. He was very efficient at monitoring our activity, but ultimately unsuccessful in extracting what he insisted was the usual fee. He was adorable.
Baseball and Fairy Houses followed. Jasper is developing a good eye for hitting the ball with his comically over-sized bat! He kept Auntie Bridgett and Grandpa Nelson on their toes.
Cousin Kestrel and Auntie Katie found a good location by a tree for a fairy house, and it was a doozy. Katie posted Kestrel’s “tour” on Facebook…amazing. There was also daisy chain making and proper crowning of the Birthday Man.
When it was getting a little chilly and nearing bedtime, we all headed off. Grandpa Nelson was sore from all the baseball, but had the energy to watch an old favorite, “Father Goose” with Cary Grant and Leslie Caron.
Then we all pooped out and slept like cats. Well, our cat, anyway.