Just occured to me that was seventy-five years of age when my oldest son got married and I also have a seven year old grandson.
That seems odd to me except that I have four children and four grandchildren. Love those grandchildren.
The oldest son has recently sent me an email and told me how much he has enjoyed his first year of teaching and how he does not miss his old job, of twenty fine years. He now loves to be teaching and has found a social life that he never had time for before. I think he has found out that making lots of money is not the end all and be all of life. I am overjoyed for him.
Thought I would throw up the rest of the "right angle" pictures as a treat for you for reading my full moon thoughts. Bill
Couldn't find the pictures. So here is my eighteen month old grandaughter eating her first ice cream cone.