For some reason this birthday counted. She is a very funny lady. Sometimes she is practical and dismissive of hoopla. Sometimes she shows the part of her that would be Grandma Foster and wants the celebration. 75th was one of those years.
She called and wanted me to get on the Internet and arrange for tickets to see the Rembrandt exhibit Portland. Then she wanted to stay somewhere that they did not take dogs. They she wanted train tickets. Then she invited us. No one else. Okay, task accomplished.
We all trekked to Portland. Stayed at the Embassy Suites and even made dad eat Chinese food. By the time we arrived via car, Mom had read the history of the Multinoma Hotel and knew who made the china. She had talked with half the staff and was organizing everyone. She called housekeeping no less than a half a dozen times and was fully supplied with such items as extra radios and a pillow or two.
We went to the museum, the Chinese garden, shopped a bit, had good food, found a french guy that made good coffee, spent time in the pool and failed to convince mother she should have a spa treatment.
Mom was not given her Rolex by Dad. He gave her $75.00 of Good Will gift certificates. Amy gave her Rolaids, Dad is shopping for a Rolodex, claiming that he is hard of hearing and Mom had a good time.
Check out the old hotel sometime. They flew an airplane off the roof in 1912, a queen or two stayed and breakfast is included.
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