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| Wife and Maine Musquetera Tooling Around Bocas |
Sundays are something of a drag when
my wife is out of town. Come to think of it the other six days aren’t exactly overachieving
either; at least in her absence. I spent a few hours at work tracking operations
from the new facility and then launched on trying to find a replacement sangria
vase (no luck) and accomplish the weekly grocery shopping. I finally did get
outside to address the lawn and discovered the electric lawnmower is excellent
for policing up leaves which are descending in force now. This will delay it
winter mothballing.
I was able to get this as well as some laundry done in time to focus on the Patriots
game as they sought to exact revenge for their only loss of the season so far
in Buffalo. They came out like a team on a mission to shut up the typically
blow hard Bills. The defense delivered some of the biggest hits of the year and
sent a number of the Bills scurrying to the sideline looking to volunteer for
the concussion protocol. It was another case where a Rex Ryan team let their
mouths get away from themselves and they paid on the field. Brady acted the
role of surgeon as he dismantled a supposedly good Buffalo defense. A well spent
afternoon.
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| On the Road to Bocas |
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| The Three Ladies |
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| Their Hotel |
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| Hang out Time |
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| My Football Distractor |
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| Last Week at the Canal |
I was interrupted several times during
the game by my wife. Since she couldn’t be on site disrupt game flow in person I
think her spousal radar went up when I got too comfortable. She, the Maine
Musquetera and one of the PanaGals are in the midst of a road trip to Bocas Del
Toro on the Atlantic coast of Panama and supposedly one of the most picturesque
spots in the world. The city consists of a bunch of islands and the only way to
travel around town is via boat. She sounded a little underwhelmed by Bocas. An
educated guess on my part would be that the shopping venues were not up to her
standard. They return home to David today.
My Favorite Son wrote a very
impressive and startlingly poignant ode to the ABFA on Facebook this weekend.
He showed some real insight on what makes their connection and marriage so
strong despite some differences in personality. Here’s part of the message which seemed a lot
more insightful than the number of years they’ve been together would normally permit.
Yet another reminder of how lucky I am in the children department. “So no, my love, I don't wish we were more
a-like, as I feel our differences strengthen us as a couple and push our
boundaries into areas outside our comfort zone. It creates a stronger
foundation in our relationship. And isn't that what growth is all about?
Personal development and classes definitely help and are a great tool, but we
are growing together already by constantly pushing each other and being there
for each other during hard times. I may disagree with her on items, or feel
like I'm being dragged kicking and screaming to activities she is interested
in, but I wouldn't have it any other way. This is who I married, and I couldn't
be prouder or luckier in life. Our differences is one of the million things I
love about” the ABFA.
I’m experiencing a troubling trend of
insomnia. I may have over caffeinated myself during the game but I was
certainly tired enough (again with the Sunday dance card). Sleep however proved
elusive. There is some very bizarre tv programming in the early morning hours. This
has happened a number of times over the past few weeks – I’m guessing there’s
more to it; namely everything that’s been going on in my life recently. Of
course it could be the lack of beer. It was an exceedingly dry weekend in that
regard after the de riguer First Friday celebrations.
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