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| Whiffle Superstar in Backyard |
Yesterday was spent preparing for and then
hosting a group of friends for a late afternoon barbecue. I’ve written earlier that I call the group of
friends that my wife seems to acquire in every place we have ever lived – the Panamanian
mafia. Yesterday we had the Worcester
chapter of the mafia, well at least elements of it, over to the house. My friend that was down from my hometown
stayed over for the party and helped with the preparation phase – a period of
high energy, at times manic paced, cleaning of the house under the frazzled
leadership of my wife. I got the lawn
mowed and then power washed part of the house and both the front porch and rear
deck. My friend foolishly volunteered to
help and was decisively engaged by my wife in a myriad of tasks that I’m sure
had his head spinning by the end of the day.
He certainly seemed ready for that first beer. We ended up playing whiffle ball with the precocious
five year old daughter of one of my wife’s friends who corrected her father
when he said that she had been selected as student of the month for her
kindergarten class. She was in fact –
the Superstar Student of the Month! It
was fun to be around this young lady’s boundless energy – she loves Buddy and
he was truly exhausted by the end of the night.
Buddy has made huge strides and can now participate in these
parties. The food was great and the
comradery even better. We had a couple
games of lawn bowling that my son in law introduced us to which was a lot of
fun. It was a perfect New England summer
day and when the chill of the evening came on my wife suggested I start a
fire. This is truly like setting me
loose in a chocolate factory. I
absolutely love fires – if I had a smidge less common sense I probably would
have made a fair to middling pyromaniac.
There is something primordial about sitting around a fire with friends;
it was a great way to end the evening. I
considered it a success because I didn’t burn the deck down – I did overachieve
as to the size of the blaze (thank God for that smidge). Today promises to be a lot more genteelly
paced – I’m looking forward to some couch time.
Hopefully the wife does not have other plans. She seems to resent any periods of inaction
on my part. Oh, I’m still pissed.
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| Around Table with the Mafia |
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| Party Moved Outside Early |
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| Pyro Is Loose |
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| Alright Maybe I did Get a Little Carried Away! |
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