Ninety Nine Candles

We had a very special celebration this week.  My grandmother turned ninety-nine years old. This is what the cake looked like.  I was drafted by my mom decorate it.  She insisted we put 99 candles on it.  I think she's evil.

This is my grandmother, blowing out her candles.

Grandma is most cheerful and contented elderly person I have ever known, bearing old age with grace and dignity.  She still lives at home, with my sister and her kids, and still does a little light housework. She also has knitted countless baby blankets for the local chapter of Birthright, an organization which helps unwed mothers. Even with failing eyesight and athritic fingers, she still knits on. 

She is constantly "reading" novels, that is, listening to them on tape. Mom says she takes out about 14 audiobooks a week from the library for her!  She is a huge baseball fan.  She never misses an Indians game.

 

Isn't she fabulous?  I hope I have those genes.

And, there was another special event: my cousin Dave was in town. He plays bass guitar for country singer Justin Moore.  Mom and I went to see them perform, and then he joined us out on the lawn while Brad Paisley played.  This photo was taken just a short while before the torrential rains started!  Argh!

But it was still a great night.  Any time I get to spend time with Dave, it's a great night.

Tomorrow, Mom and I are taking the kids to Cedar Point. My unfortunate sister has to work and can't come with us. I am the designated Roller Coaster Riding Auntie.  I can't wait!