“The RoseBouquet”

Dad is going to be 90 on Monday. Now he’s not keen on parties and cake, etc., but he’s been saying for months now, that he would like to visit an alpaca farm again. I took him on an afternoon excursion two years ago on his birthday to see one, and he was so taken with it all, that now when he has heard of another alpaca ranch he wants to go.

On Monday, his one and practically only friend, Jona was here, and he responded to Dad, “Well, then you should go look for it.”

That stopped Dad in his tracks. He’d like to, but he knows he’d get lost. All he can do is talk about it, hoping I’ll take the hint and organize such a trip. I’ve already done that, but am keeping my mouth shut to save it as a surprise as long as I can.

I’d thought of inviting Jona to come along, as he did that other time, or perhaps my brother Tom would go. However he is in a wheelchair, so we’d have to handle that in and out of the trunk several times. If we end up tramping around on a snowy yard would mean he’d be stuck sitting in the car.

On Sunday night I got an email from Uncle Bill, of Toronto. He is Dad’s youngest and last surviving brother. (He has three sisters yet), and in the email Uncle Bill talked of coming to Dad’s birthday party. I wrote back and explained my plans, but haven’t heard from him since, so I’m not sure if he’s really coming or not. If so, then he gets to come along to the alpaca ranch.

You’ll get to hear about it all next week.