90 Year Old Birthday

So Edna treated us all to a great dinner at Christy's -- Wifey, D1, her husband Marc, and 2 daughters Lauren and Erica. Our favorite Gables spot was packed, and we drank and laughed -- especially savoring how D1 and Edna's girls chatted like sisters. I tried to include D2 via FaceTime (tm), but the dim lighting made it tough. Afterwards we walked next door, where Erica's best friend Emerald lives. Emerald came to UM Law, and met her husband Aaron there, and the two now have a baby boy and bull dog...The men drank single malt and watched FSU beat Tech, while the ladies all talked intensely about the love lives of Edna's daughters -- do Moms know best? Anyway, Sunday we all met again at Miami Jewish, for Edna's Dad's 90th. Edna brought in pizza from Mario The Baker, and I decided to suspend my low carb diet for the day. Wifey's parents were wheeled over, and we gathered in the former gazebo, my Mom's favorite spot during the last 11 months of her life. The weather was glorious, and Edna's father was in great spirits. His beautiful granddaughters were there -- he hadn't seen them in quite awhile -- and even his wife's dour moor didn't seem to dampen his. My sister of another mother Mirta came by -- Wifey and Edna have hired her for weekly visits to their fathers -- and she delighted in catching up with D1 and Edna. Edna's father was funny -- he wished, he said, to attend MY 90th birthday party, as well. I guess you never know... The sunlight through the ancient trees dimmed, and Stephen and Marcia, who drive my mother in law from Broward, said their goodbyes as the returned my father in law to his room, and we took the leftover food up to Edna's parents' floor. Marc and his stepdaughters left for MIA, and Wifey and Edna and I for home --Edna is staying a few more days, to decompress, and spend quality time with her bff Wifey... Those of our younger generation all agreed we don't wish to be 90. We have seen the future, and don't care for it -- at least extreme aging. I shared with Edna the lesson of the frog -- put a frog in boiling water and he hops out, but put him in cold water and heat it to boiling and he boils to death. Subtle changes for frogs, like humans, are tougher to detect than abrupt ones. So as we go from 50s, to 60s, to 70s, we seem to accept the gradual decline and decripitude -- until we make late 80s and 90 and have adapted. I guess time will tell, but for Edna's father, marking the beginning of his 91st year on the planet was a pleasant afternoon.