
Abigail's yacht model (Vignette?) is finished and ready for delivery. Other kids are disappointed there isn't time to make more of these before school year's end. I confess, smart, funny, polite Abigail is a favorite.

Yesterday was my Golden Birthday. (Born in '63, aged 63 years, see?) I have not worked on my birthday for decades, pleasing myself on my special day instead, but this year I did, due to school transportation demands.
Under a tentative sky, Bus two-three sallied forth!
A pair of tow-headed 1st grade chatterboxes made me a birthday card while underway.
On one's day of birth anniversary, you bring treats to school for others, so as to acknowledge your day, since no one can remember everyone's birthday, this is the way. Both 5th grade classes sang happy birthday when their treats were handed out, then my Sweetheart arrived after lunch with baloonies, and my class and my sweetie sang to me a third time! I have never been so adored and appreciated before in my career! A senior Rhino may have gotten all misty and mooshy. Ja, Me!
I don't allow snacks on the bus, so the afternoon bus riders had a choice of a mermaid's tear or a little Jesus, or both. One of the tow-headed 1st grade chatterboxes helped distribute the little Jesus figures, and did a fine job!
This may have been the most momentous birthday ever. I am humbled to be so blessed by these folk.

On return home, there were presents and we went to Los Flores for a supper treat with friends to top off a very fine day!
Tonight, we dine in style with Grands and great grandkids! Then, off to my Sweetie's favorite singing spot to play with more friends!