Yesterday my
son in law and I abandoned my suffering son to the tender mercies of his well-earned
hangover. He adamantly refuses to
acknowledge our tried and true hangover prevention techniques. I’m beginning to think he enjoys wallowing in
the misery that follows epic consumption of adult beverages. Hopefully the return
of the MEF to Portsmouth last night in some way assisted his recovery.
Back in
Charlton we settled on a quiet afternoon watching the Red Sox topped off with a
barbecue and movie date. My wife had a Panamanian
Mafia baby shower in Worcester so I was charged with the weekly grocery
run. I returned home to find Buddy the Wonder
Pooch uncharacteristically incarcerated mid-day. It didn’t take Einstein to figure out he’d inflicted
one of his legendary transgressions during my absence; besides he looked
incredibly guilty when I saw him and didn’t even move within the cage asking
for release. He ascribes to doing the
time when caught for the crime.
I went upstairs
to learn the details. As I suspected,
Buddy added yet another chapter in his renowned counter climbing volume which
is reaching tome level. We recently purchased
some really tasty bone-in sirloin steaks from the local butcher shop. I’d taken one out for the afternoon barbecue
before leaving for the grocery store.
Since my wife wasn’t around, Buddy sought to take advantage of
the inexperienced crew of my daughter and son in law who were providing local
security for the meat while it thawed.
He didn’t account
for the quick reactions of my heroic son in law who rushed to the kitchen when
he saw Buddy easing up onto the counter.
Buddy seized the meat and retreated to the family room where a spirited
wrestling match ensued for possession of the steak. My son in law eventually won and Buddy
lowered his head and went directly to the cage.
He knew he’d messed up but just can’t seem to control himself around
food. He loses all self-control and seemed
genuinely remorseful. His remorse may be
seated in his failure to secure more of the steak before it was wrested from
him.
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| Buddy Mournfully Watching My Daughter Prepare the Steak That Had Been His for a Fleeting Moment |
My wife came
downstairs during the accompanying cacophony. She was able to rescue most of the steak
which was vigorously washed in vinegar and trimmed back. We did go with a well done version when it
made it to the grill. Buddy remained imprisoned
contemplating his ill-advised pilfering attempt during the entire Red Sox
game. Since the Sox won their seventh in
a row we judged he was sufficiently rehabilitated for conditional release. He watched with mournful eyes as the steak
was consigned for human consumption as images of “what could have been” flickered in his belly.
My wife failed
to break away from the mafia in time to join us for the movie –
Maleficent. Disney, ever ready to wring
every last dollar out of their franchises, decided the wicked witch of the
Sleeping Beauty saga needed her reputation rehabbed. Angelina Jolie was tone perfect for the lead
role as the misunderstood fairy queen.
She’s become such a pop culture icon that you forget what a talented
actress she is and her eyes eloquently tell most of the story.
It was cool
seeing all the images from the original story brought in with a new meaning as
we see the story from the “evil” queen’s side as she battles to protect her
people from the evil humans. The movie
sometimes pushes the cute level a little too much (we are talking Disney here folks) and applies the typical
Disney hammer to make points that could have been more subtly introduced. All that being said, it was a fun watch, but
that probably had more to do with the excellent companionship of my daughter
and son in law.
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