I survived the home inspection by
potential new renters yesterday. Strange that I was more worried about the opinion
of a certain young lady currently visiting the west coast than I was about the
people looking at the house. It was strange because they live two houses down
the street and two seconds into their visit they said this house has the exact
same floorplan as theirs. They didn’t have a lot of questions and I fortunately
prepared them for Buddy’s wolfen like reception when they passed by his cage.
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| Abuela and Granddaughter Bonding Session |
Once that was over I didn’t want to
get anything dirty because I spent so much time cleaning. This may explain some
of my wife’s attitude towards me at times. Buddy immediately got to work
smudging up the windows again as he re-established his overwatch positions (it’s
what he doing right now). When I reported this to that far flung wife of mine
she said I should clean up the initial slobber smears and then put saran wrap over
the windows to protect them. Why does she get all these great ideas when she’s
so far away.
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| Buddy Protecting Me (and smearing windows) While I Write |
She and her granddaughter, in a surprise
to no one who knows them both, have quickly reestablished their bond. I spent
twenty minutes this morning watching and re-watching some videos of them
interacting with each other yesterday. The second day of the great avocado eating
experience didn’t go a lot better than the first. If she’s truly descended from
me, she’s probably holding out for pizza. During our nightly FaceTime call last
night my wife noticed I was watching the Red Sox-Yankee game. We, since she’s a
huge baseball fan, always watch the games side by side it was another reminder
of the distance between us. We solved this by turning the IPad around so she
could watch the game with me (the advantage of a huge TV). We would then talk
between innings. The battery on the IPad held up for the rest of the game and
it did make me feel a little less lonely. My daughter could be seen in the
background shaking her head at her sappy parents and their profligate use of
the electromagnetic spectrum. After more than thirty years together, sappy is
just fine. To make it a semi-perfect evening together the Sox blasted the hated
Yankees 8-0.
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| Bi-Coastal Viewing |
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| Still Not Liking the Avocado |
Before the game I snuck out to see
Hologram for the King starring my favorite actor – Tom Hanks. Hanks is back in
amiable, everyman role he inherited from Jimmy Stewart and therefore impossible
to dislike. He plays a down on his luck middle aged corporate sales executive
on a last chance effort to sell new technology to the king of Saudi Arabia. The
culture clash is inevitable and not used for just cute vignettes. I do remember it being a hell of a lot hotter than depicted here though.
Since it’s
impossible for anybody to dislike Hanks he’s soon acquired a wide ranging gang
of friends who mutually assist each other in self-discovery. I enjoyed this
because it was an eloquent statement on the feeling if being disconnected in
today’s society and the basic need for human connection to combat it. Of
course, in my book, Hanks is incapable of making a bad movie (pay no attention
to some of his early work).
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