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And in keeping with our Pink Theme, we were startled on our relaxing ride home, by this amazing rainbow. We were cruising down the freeway, discussing all the small joys we experienced during the wonderful day. As we were crossing the Bay Bridge and listening to the Giants game, Jon Miller was exclaiming on the radio, about the incredible rainbow. This natural wonder was a most fitting culmination to a day of many wonders. Family!

Well now, obviously the cake is out of the oven and cooled. Dr. Lauren spread a thin layer of frosting, and now Christine is applying the birthday decorations.  Christine also known as, Grama Kookie, is barely able to get the icing on, before Ashby, our little Giants fan, can finger it off. They both look intent on accomplishing their tasks. Both are too adorable!

When we returned home, Lauren had the fixings for a scrumptious dinner. A chocolate cake was baking in the oven, and the youngsters (Cass and Bren) were lying about, trying with all their might, to keep their eyes open. This lovely photo depicts Ashby's fecund imagination, as she imitates her mom's efforts, in her own miniature kitchen. Such a wunderkind!

This wonderful photo highlights the joy we all shared, celebrating Cassidy's day. We were nearing the end of the round, which arrived all too soon. The grand club house in the background awaited. Cassidy and I always compete for bragging rights, and fortunately for me, on this auspicious occasion, I prevailed. Not by any brilliance on my part, but simply by the three double bogeys he closed with. Too bad son. Brendan showed signs of true golfing talent, and of course kept us in stitches with one non sequitur after another. A grand time indeed!

Shades of Pink, the sartorial theme for Cassidy's 34th Birthday. Lovely Lauren reserved a mid morning tee time at the renowned "The Bridges Golf Club." The sky was slightly overcast, allowing for moderate temperatures throughout. The course was in excellent condition and Brendan's constant wit had us in a jovial mood.

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It's time again to update my blog. Two noteworthy events happened last weekend. First my cousin Nancy, on the left, was visiting her sister Mary in the East Bay. Fortuitously, to their delight, Mary's daughter had a baby boy on 8/30. Nancy was here about a week and the girls gallivanted around town enjoying the sights and delights. With some extra effort they visited us on a cool foggy evening at the SF Lawn Bowling Club. We were celebrating Elise Raher's birthday, so the gals got to meet most of the family.

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I love these photos. When I was a young man and my son Ramsey was 2, we figured, what the hay, we'll just get a package of Hostess Cupcakes, put two candles in and sing Happy Birthday. That was 1978. When my son Cassidy's daughter, Ashby turned 2 last month, he thought it would be funny to do the same. And when I turned 64, I thought this could become a family tradition. And so it was.

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Me and Lauren in our Ray Bans, and Ashby Jaye enjoying the festivities.

The Raher Girls waving Old Glory! Christine, Lauren and Ashby

Ashby has the best and safest seat in the house, her daddy's perch!

What, only a chip, where's my burger?

I'll take two if you please!

The 4th of July has come and gone. As with most events of supposed significance, I continue to procrastinate about posting my thoughts and photos. There is always a basic urge to celebrate in some form, but as the day approaches, just how, eludes me. I've gotten too old for dense crowds, and painfully high decibel levels, so what to do. Driving long distances is always a deterrent, as is schmoozing for hours with folks who don't share my opinions and perceptions. Fortunately my son and daughter-in-law, and my delicious granddaughter live in the near suburbs. We visited them enthusiastically to watch a typical, main street, American parade, wave our flags, and dress up in the Red, White and Blue. Access was easy, crowds were navigable, and my granddaughter could see all she wanted. We ate burgers and drank root beer and cream soda, and felt satisfied. A Happy 4th!

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As you know, time slips away, even more quickly as we age. At my age the days can become remarkably similar, only certain activities distinguish one from the other. Day light turns to night, but even the natural process can seem unable to differentiate. What is today, let me think, oh it's Saturday. See what I mean.
I did manage a brisk walk to the beach this morning, which was almost enjoyable. The day was bright and warm, with little wind, but every ilk of human was careening around. Large groups of cyclists sped hither and yon, small organized foot races filled streets and walkways, bumping into each other. Then the ubiquitous tour buses spewing diesel fumes stopped and started at all points of interest. The only ones indifferent or aloof from such frenzy were the buffalo lounging in their bare dirt spots across the meadow.

I did get down to Carmel last week for a NCGA sanctioned golf tournament. It was a two day event, the first round at Poppy Hills, and the second at Quail Lodge. The courses were in tremendous condition with firm fast greens. Greens we Lincoln duffers rarely get to play. It took considerable adjustment and more than a few mistakes were made. Scoring was by accumulating the two best balls of the four played, and subtracting the Index of those two players. We didn't play our best, but there is a lot of pressure in tournament play, and we finished tied for 9th in a 20 team field. So that was OK!

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Cass and Lauren holding my most special granddaughter Ashby. Look at her eyes, I like to think she has my observation qualities.

The lovely Elise trying her best not to act silly, and I think with the camera in such close proximity, it worked. Thanks Elise!

Christine and myself sharing the glow from our progeny and beyond.

Ah the happy couple basking in joyful knowledge, we made it this far!

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It's Monday. I walked to the coffee shop, ordered a cup, sat down to ruminate, and thought, I must look like the rest of the senior citizens staring out the window. Frankly there was something comforting about such a scenario. I watched the young select their beverage, and rush out tucking folders under their arms, peering into their iphones for help, with an urgency I surely didn't envy. I got up and left after my back began to ache, and meandered home.

Yesterday was another great Mother's Day, even though I'm not a mother. Christine organized a day at the races. The extended family, grandparents to infants, gathered for a Sunday brunch in the Turf Club at Golden Gate Fields. Everyone enjoyed a variety of food, over and over, and collectively got quite giddy about their whimsical betting. Whimsical it was, for no one won any money of note, but everyone wore an ecstatic smile! All our lovely ladies had their photo taken with the winning jockey after the 6th race, and a beautiful photo it is! Until next year...