Peter's Birthday

Sunday, August 10, 2025

We had severe rain with a lot of thunder and lightning through the night.  Dolly jumped off my bed and slept on the couch when she heard a extra loud crack.  There is an alert from the Sewer District that we should avoid using unnecessary water so not to strain the sewers.

The highway was bumper to bumper for miles and miles on both sides of the freeway with cars going to the Brewer game as I was driving to Peter's for the Austrian American meeting.  There is a sell-out game with the Brewers on the top of the league.

Peter and I saw a lot of flooding going to the  meeting; some streets were closed, some had partial barricades.

The attendance was meager at the meeting, only nine members present.  We sang Happy Birthday to Peter and other members having birthdays in July and August.  Germanfest took up most of the discussion.  Frank was pleased with all the cooperation he received at the goulash booth, especially from the Knights of Columbus. Peter complained about having too few volunteers; Frank told him to contact some of his friends.  Adolf Meinhardt, who offered to host the AA picnic, but became ill, told us about his illness and hospital experience.

We lingered after the meeting with brownies and coffee.

We pondered where to go next with no place special in mind, so I took the opportunity to sync my phone with his car.  I got it to work by having my Bluetooth on, selecting Peter's Subaru on my phone and Phone on his dash.  I was able to receive calls and we got accurate directions to Su Casa.

We started out with Margaritas, but had to change tables due to a cool draft on my back.  We had steak fajitas that looked not as generous as when we first had them years ago, but with the plate of fillings it was a satisfying meal.  George stopped by to say hello.  We finished the meal with complementary fried ice cream for Peter's Birthday  with the wait staff singing "Happy Birthday".  We decided that this would be my Birthday treat instead of the dinner we planned on Wednesday at The Commodore.

My GPS and Peter's car got us to Peter's house via the freeway.

When I got home, I could not get into the building from the garage because I didn't have my fob.  Did I leave it on the desk when I opened my mail? No.  I called Peter to look in the car.  He called me back to say that he found it by his rear bumper.  It must have dropped out of my purse compartment when I took out my car keys.  I drove back to his house to get it.