a socially distanced 80th

Standing around in the yard on a damp November afternoon doesn’t seem fitting for an 80th birthday celebration, but desperate times call for desperate measures. The kids, Evie (who has the energy of a thousand wolverines) and I (with my energy of a dead wolverine) harassed my dad for a while yesterday in honour of his eightieth trip around the sun. Hopefully by next year we’ll be able to actually go inside.

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