It was my birthday on Friday.
My son and his wife and their three kids aged 6, almost 4, and 2 came down to see us.
It was the best kind of birthday present. My grandchildren are one of the greatest joys of my life these days.
My son and his wife were kind enough to leave the entertainment of the grandchildren to Tillerwoman and me while they attended to important stuff they needed to do on their computers.
So we played and played and played.
The kids played on our swing set and picked raspberries and blueberries in Tillerwoman's garden - and immediately ate them all of course.
We played card games and board games.
We played with toy cars.
There was cooking.
There was paint.
There was drawing with chalk all over my drive.
For dinner on Friday we all went out to dinner at Evelyn's.
One of their "signature" dishes is Lobster Chow Mein.
I love lobster. I quite like chow mein. But the combination always sounded kind of weird to me and I had never plucked up the courage to try it before.
I tried it.
It was weird.
But when the waitress asked me afterwards if I had enjoyed it I gave a noncommittal answer.
"I can finally cross it off my bucket list. Now that I've had Evelyn's Lobster Chow Mein I can die happy!"
All the adults laughed.
My 6 year old granddaughter, sitting right next to me, looked glum and said, "I can't laugh at that."
I had made her sad by talking about dying. She didn't know it was just an expression.
Our visitors stayed the night and all the kids came into our bed on Saturday morning and we read some books together.
Some of my friends were planning to go sailing on Buzzards Bay on Saturday but by the time our visitors left, it was too late for me to go and join them.
That's OK. My grandkids are even more fun than sailing.
By the way, my grandchildren are not really called Vera, Chuck and Dave. That's a line from the Beatles' song When I'm Sixty Four. "Grandchildren on my knee - Vera, Chuck and Dave."
I turned 64 on Friday.
Life is good.
I think I'll take a nap now.