Yesterday was the kind of day my
battered head needed after two consecutive nights of celebrating. After breakfast
with the Keene Friend and the obligatory drive by my mother’s old house to
staunch the flow of nostalgia we set off for Worcester. There was a brief stop
to discuss my interpretation of the speed limit laws with a member of Westminster,
MA’s finest; luckily we got along swimmingly.
The rest of the day kind of oozed by
as recovery operations took precedence. I’ve discovered going to the grocery
store with my other half back on station takes a lot more time. I think she
wants me to appreciate the time and effort she puts into the meals she
prepares. I on the other hand classify the grocery store as shopping and am
always looking for methods to minimize my stay.
It was a brilliant day with the neighbors
across the street throwing some sort of ethnic party while the current owners
of our future home were busily moving out. My wife disappeared with the next
door Mafioso while I settled in for some Red Sox and inner eyelid inspections.
My respite was briefly shattered when my wife called to report she was sending
over a contractor to talk about the deck we want to put on the new house. I
apologized to the guy when he showed up that I couldn’t even give him the dimensions
yet because my wife and I had discussed the concept of having a deck but not
what it would look like or how big and it couldn’t proceed forward until late
May after we close. These semi-critical details were left out when my wife did
the summoning.
She eventually did return to tackle
those details with me and we finally took a break to watch a couple of movies
together. This was interrupted by a FaceTime call from California where the
First Blog Reader had just finished thoroughly entertaining her parents with an
extended laughing performance. She apparently thought Wingman’s sheet changing
technique was hilarious. They sent us a video which I’ll try and put up
tomorrow. She was a little fussy until she heard her grandmother’s voice (which
in all honesty is very hard to ignore). It was cool to see the new parents
realizing how much fun one the young things can be. Their hearts are irrevocably
taken, along with every else who’s met the young lady.
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