This weekend kicks off a series of events that should have
my head firmly spinning for a few weeks. Another Panamanian vacation to
commence second home building, putting our house back on the market, a
Portsmouth weekend with friends from work, and a weeklong cruise to Bermuda
with son, ABFA, and ABFA’s parents is a lot to consider for a compressed time
period. It’s a very good problem to have.
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| Brew City Yesterday |
The current vacation got off to a rollicking start last
evening when friends gathered to mark the First Friday of the week and send me
off on vacation. We had the corner seats at Brew City where the wait staff
performed their usual performance of legerdemain. I had to text my son at one
point because I was sure the best man from his wedding was walking by on the
Worcester sidewalk. This impression was further bolstered by the fact he was
carrying two gallon bottles of beer. It turned out to be a doppelganger since
his friend was safely ensconced back in New Hampshire.
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| Some Green Is Actually Trying to Reappear on Front Yard |
My wife was ready for some sangria when I got home since she’d
just returned from two hours with the bank arranging the wire transfer of our
first payment to the Panamanian bank. This had always been easy but this time
we were transferring to another’s account which was a little trickier. She
figured it out though and the money is somewhere in the ether heading south.
Zorba’s was more than willing to provide the needed sangria and
accompanied it with some of its traditional out of this world pizza. My wife
then recounted her hours long siege with the bank adding her usual flair for
the dramatic until her struggles approached epic level. She also recounted the
adventures of her fellow musqueteras who reunited in Northern Virginia for a
family event. Our trip to Panama precluded her attendance and I could tell it
was grinding on her.
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| My Wife Last Night |
She solved the friction by getting on the phone with them as
soon as we returned home. Left to my own devices Buddy and I took in the Red
Sox game which featured a thrilling 9th inning win, at least I think
it did. The week and First Friday kind of caught up with me around the 7th
inning. After the game I went upstairs to find the three way phone conversation
still in high decibel form. My wife was on one of her ironing binges where
everything within eyesight and easy reach is rendered wrinkleless. I was more
than a little nervous falling asleep in general proximity but I was not to be
denied. My wife reported this morning the phone conversation and ironing binge
wound down around 2am.
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| Don Francisco |
Some sad news today as I learned Sabado Gigante (Huge Saturday)
was going off the air. I have some very fond memories of this Spanish language
program. When my wife and I first returned to the US after marrying she spoke
no English and this was a show she always watched on Saturday night, desperate
to hear some real Spanish as opposed to my lame efforts. I was drawn in by the hokey
nature of the show which was carried by its effervescent host – Don Francisco! (always
properly emphasized) It didn’t hurt that he was usually accompanied by
beautiful, statuesque women either. When the kids came along it became kind of
a ritual for them to watch the show with their mother. My son was especially
fond a weird character clad all in black named El Chacal who would burst on the
scene for seemingly unexplained reasons. I didn’t always understand what was
going on but it was fun to watch my wife and the kids interact each Saturday
night. Good memories.
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| El Chacal |
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