Dance with them what brung you

If I am counting correctly (and sometimes I don't) this is my blipday.

After two years of appearing occasionally here (and in another journal where they are known as Skyegirl and the Head Gardener) I thought I'd share an image of my folks today.

Blipdays are a good day for thanks. And there's a lot I thank my folks for; life, love, and all those free dinners to name just three.

If I get to their age with half as many friends, knowing a quarter of what they do about internal combustion engines and banana bread, and with an eighth of their dancing skills I'll be doing well.

Thanks for stopping by.