Sandy Supposes....

         Yes, that once every four-years phenomenon has just returned with an extra day. Meh, it was nothing special for me.In my day to day, it represented another twenty four hours in a glorious line of them. I busied myself with my usual pursuits, reading, writing, nothing too strenuous.          Haha, so, a person born on February 29th is a leapling. Hmmm, I've never thought of my father-in-law
as a leapling. In the rarefied math of this particular birth date, he is now 22. His physical body however is very much 88. My old man's old man is an old man. Huh, this is the first time I've referred to my hubby as an old man. Where did that phrase come from? If my partner is old and he's my contemporary then I too am old.          Okay I will admit we are 'older',but not too old. We accumulate our birthdays every year. I cannot fathom choosing an alternate date for celebrations .           Bob, my husband's father, is much more than a survivor of a quadruple heart bypass, a hip replacement, and prostate cancer. He's a vital father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. If he were indeed 22, he'd still be a single man in Bath, England. Decisions including to marry and emigrate to Canada were in his future.          Bob is a renaissance man. In his lifetime he's graduated from herding sheep to working as a mechanical engineer.He created home movies with Super 8 film before discovering video and VHS tapes. He has embraced the art of e-mails and surfing on the internet, but he refuses to use a cell phone, an e-reader, or a tablet. Bob would be considered well-travelled. He enjoys finding church organs wherever he is and tickling the ivories. He shares photography with his family and friends.He once built a sail boat in his basement.Here's to more years of exploring, Bob.♡♡♡