I started to write that we hit the trifecta today, but then Jamie told me that today is also the first day of Hannukah, and I don’t know what the term is for picking four winners.
Let’s cover the events one at a time:
Happy birthday – We’ll get to the most important one first. Yup, Jimmy Boy (as goddaughter Stella calls me) qualifies for government services today. Start sending the checks, Barack, because as of today I’m a taker, not a maker.
Happy Thanksgiving – Make as many turkey jokes as you want. I was born on Thanksgiving and every few years my birthday and turkey day align. This is one of those years.
Happy Hanukkah – This one is especially important to me because I was always honored that Marty and Elaine Ginsberg called me “Son Number Three”.
Get-Your-Butt-Out-of-Our-Cottage Day – We’re here in Angaston for three months except for the next six nights when neither of the Lovedays’ wonderful little cottages were available. We considered flying back to Broome, but found another cottage in a lovely little beach town named Robe about 250 miles down the coast. That’s where we’ll be staying for the next week. It must be a nice town because whenever we mention Robe to someone from the Barossa, they oooh and ahhh and get all dreamy-eyed. We think of it as a vacation from our vacation.
Next stop, Robe. (That’s it in the photo above.)