Friday, March 29, 2019

Jedi Night

Terminal E Last Night
In the immortal words of Mr. Kenobi, balance has been restored to the galaxy. My Favorite Panamanian returned from her southern sojourn and everything just clicked back into place when I saw her walk through the doors. I ended up spending a long time in Logan’s Terminal E, again. That allowed some reflection time about that particular place. It was the first place I ever met Soxfather and the last place I ever saw my first fiancé as well as the dozens of trips since that time I’ve taken from that spot. I forgot my Kindle at work so I grabbed a book off the shelf on my way out the door to pass the time. This afforded me a great and all too short a time with old friends Stu Redmond and Frannie Goldsmith.
The Initial Batch
I had the requisite dozen roses which has become part of our reunification rituals. We eschewed the usual late night dinner in Framingham to return directly home where another dozen roses awaited. I’ve found roses have an ameliorating effect on minor housekeeping shortcomings. I passed the initial inspection although my failure to throw away some very ripe cheese drew comment. She didn’t even notice the exotic arrangement of her pillow farm. She requires a virtual mountain of the damned things on the bed for some reason known only to some Pinterest contributor.
The Surprise Second
The pillows had residing in stately formation on the floor during her absence because I really don’t see the point. My lack of vision did not prevent me from trying to arrange them back on the bed prior to her arrival. She was so tired by the time we got upstairs that she didn’t even notice – so – WIN! I find it mildly amusing the steps each of us take in support of each other after so many years together. It’s almost as if we like each other. Go figure. I’m taking her out to lunch today and then, inevitably, First Friday celebrations. Balance indeed.
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RECURRING CHARACTERS                                           
BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent Fiancé & MEG – Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman – my son in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rdmusquetera (musketeer); Buddy – AKA the Wonder Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals – female relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Excellent Boss – my former direct boss at work; Deckzilla Dude – senior citizen carpenter/contractor; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with demeanor issues

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Scoured


I finished my latest exercise in crisis cleaning in preparation for today’s return of my Favorite Panamanian. As stated earlier, I’ve taken a newer stance, trying to keep the place in relatively good order during her absences. There is no way I’ll ever reach the cleanliness levels she achieves and I’ve given up trying to reach that august standard. I did get into upholstery cleaning by removing a spot from the living room couch that dated back to the FBR’s Christmas efforts. I figured that was extra credit and couldn’t hurt; well that and the requisite roses.
I learned a valuable lesson in shower glass cleaning as well. It is important to take your socks off. Scrubbing Bubbles do not take prisoners. After cleaning up after that mini-debacle I was able to return the new shower enclosure to nearly pristine condition which is important because my wife has never seen it as it was installed after she flew south. It reinforced a generally held opinion that soap residue sucks. It reflects just how long we’ve been married and why we’ve reached the thirty seven years mark. I’m a slob by nature and am okay with a little clutter. I clean because it’s hugely important to my wife and in reality a very small concession to do the right thing. Love isn’t all about spoken words (which is good because that’s not my strongest suit).

The hardest part of cleaning is having to live in the place afterwards. I always accuse my wife of trying to institute what I call “Museum Living Rules”. Meaning that nothing can be touched or moved or, heaven forbid, cluttered. I now understand her stance since I found myself tip toeing around the house last night not wanting to thwart my efforts. Predictably I ended up in my lone sanctuary – the Man Cave. I watched a movie my daughter recommended, First Reformed. It was definitely not what the doctor ordered and way out of my usual comfort zone. The artistry couldn’t be denied but it was certifiably depressing. I plugged in an action movie right after it concluded because I needed some serious escapist fare which probably means First Reformed is a good movie. Just don’t watch it without some Zoloft handy.

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RECURRING CHARACTERS                                           
BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent Fiancé & MEG – Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman – my son in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rdmusquetera (musketeer); Buddy – AKA the Wonder Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals – female relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Excellent Boss – my former direct boss at work; Deckzilla Dude – senior citizen carpenter/contractor; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with demeanor issues

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Doppelgänged


My Favorite Panamanian sent along these pictures which mark the last of her Las Lajas sunsets for the foreseeable future. She spent most of yesterday cleaning and packing away items in the condo which will sit unoccupied during the impending rainy season. She will journey north tomorrow where my geographic bachelor status will be blessedly terminated. For that reason she is not the only one engaged in cleaning activities. I have survived another winter long separation but more importantly so have the household plants (against long odds).

Keene Friend filled in as my date last night as we took in dinner and a movie. The FBR caught up with us in the restaurant for the nightly FaceTime call. It was hard to hear but she was extremely proud that she had just finished a similar call to her cousin the BRS. The night before the FBR had demonstrated her rendition of Let it Go from Frozen and I may have mentioned that the BRS loved that song. A day later the FBR performed it for the BRS and apparently was a huge hit. I’m increasingly convinced these two sharp willed young ladies are going to be fast friends which will generate some interesting challenges for the parents involved. The coolest thing is being able to watch from the sidelines as a grandparent.
The movie was Us, Jordan Peele’s follow up to last year’s amazing Get Out. Lupita Nyong'o is startlingly good in a dual role as a paranoid suburban housewife and her evil doppelgänger who appears along with the carbon copies of the rest of the family. Bloodshed and associated mayhem are soon at a fever pitch along with Peele’s trademark and very subtle humor. I’m sure Peele aimed the terror at the disconnected nature of today’s society and lack of faith as each family member wants to go his/her own way on the supposed family vacation. They are soon forced to come together, engaged in a battle for their lives against their implacable copies. I figured out the main twist fairly early but that only made the ensuing plot points more enjoyable. This movie belongs to Nyong'o who is frustratingly dull on one side and starkly terrifying on the other. Peele, it turns out, can do straight horror very well also. I am now even more pleased that he’s heading up the newest reboot of the Twilight Zone because this movie felt a lot like one of Serling’s own offerings.
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RECURRING CHARACTERS                                           
BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent Fiancé & MEG – Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman – my son in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rdmusquetera (musketeer); Buddy – AKA the Wonder Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals – female relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Excellent Boss – my former direct boss at work; Deckzilla Dude – senior citizen carpenter/contractor; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with demeanor issues

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

So It Begins

BRS Taking up the Family Tradition of Reading

The Mueller Report was finally released yesterday and accomplished basically nothing. The Twitterer in Chief was cleared of collusion with Russia but both sides of the aisle are still clamoring for each other’s heads. This is what we’ve been reduced to. The Party Apparati and their corporate masters have no interest in governing, only attacking the other side. There are serious issues out there that cannot be addressed because if one side takes a stand the other will automatically choose the opposite. We’re better than this and shouldn’t need something large to blow up before we come together as a country.
This Past Weekend

Floor Time with BRS and Riggins
Cleaning operations began last night with more of a whimper than a bang. After many years of frenzied cleaning operations in preparation of my Favorite Panamanian’s return from her annual southern sojourn I’ve taken a different approach. I actually try to keep the house clean during her absences so I don’t have to undertake herculean measures to reach acceptable cleanliness levels. It works. I know this is something she’s been recommending for years but I’m blessed with a y chromosome which requires severe beatings around the head and shoulders until a lesson can be learned.

The cleaning began with the windows of the new addition. We received our final approval from the building inspectors last week so I could remove the stickers from the windows that listed all their properties. I had all the blinds and curtains open for the first time in a while and was struck by just how panoramic the views were, especially on a fairly clear spring day. Indian Lake, encased in ice just a short while ago was now glistening down the hill.

Both granddaughters were in moods last night. The BRS was tossing food back at her parents as she is developing her taste palate which hopefully is not as restricted as her father’s, not to mention her grandfather’s. The FBR had both of her parents at the breaking point last night as she is still jet lagged and tired from her California trip. That is a dangerous combination for a headstrong three year old and definitely draining for her parents. The Favorite Panamanian checked in from the condo for the last night. She’s closing it up for the season and provided some last glimpses of the incomparable Las Lajas surf. I can’t wait for next January.


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RECURRING CHARACTERS                                           
BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent Fiancé & MEG – Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman – my son in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rdmusquetera (musketeer); Buddy – AKA the Wonder Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals – female relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Excellent Boss – my former direct boss at work; Deckzilla Dude – senior citizen carpenter/contractor; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with demeanor issues

Monday, March 25, 2019

Sequeled

One Very Happy Grandpa

No blogging this weekend because I was held in complete thrall by my younger granddaughter, the BRS. I awoke Saturday morning to find the streets encased in ice and snow which was not what I expected but I started out anyways to find that it was just my hilltop that was thus affected. I made it up to New Hampshire in plenty of time to join the BRS and her parents for the weekly swim lessons.
What Greeted me Saturday Morning
It’s impossible for me to walk into a YMCA and not be bombarded by memories. I pretty much grew up in the Keene YMCA pool from the age of seven until I left for college. The Portsmouth YMCA is not the same one I competed in (scarily more than fifty years ago) way back in the day but there were still grounds for some serious reminiscing. It was my Favorite Son’s turn to join the BRS in the pool this week. Much like she did in Panama the BRS really enjoys splashing around. My son confirmed the water in the New Hampshire YMCA pool was significantly colder than he’d experienced at our Panamanian condo (go figure).
Son and BRS in Pool

BRS Loved It

Dad Thought it was a little Chilly
After swim lessons the BRS and I go re-acquainted. She was a little reticent at first. She may have been thrown off by the beard. Once she realized I was willing to get down in the dog hair (thanks Riggins) with her we got along swimmingly (J). She is starting to assert some real personality and a bit of a devilish streak. She also inherited the same gene as her cousin, the FBR, which requires the immediate toppling of any Lego tower constructed within range. She would knock it over and then give me a directing look to stand it up again so she could go Godzilla once more.
Lionized Diaper Changing
During her mid-day nap I got to do one of my other favorite activities in the world – hanging out with my son. We perused March madness and he hooked me into another series – Jack Ryan on Amazon prime. I’d loved all the Tom Clancy books and most of the movies so it was an easy sell. I was so thoroughly hooked that I spent the better part of Sunday afternoon upon my return binge watching the rest of it. John Krasinski was impressive as a young Ryan but I was most impressed with Dina Shihabi, an Arab actress who I think we’ll hear a lot more from. She stole every scene she appeared in.
BRS Has a Game She Plays with her Dad

On the Staircase

Such an Entertainer
I took the gang out for dinner to a restaurant the ABFA had noted during her weekly commute through the nearby town of Newmarket, the Riverworks. In a small historical note the Cantankerous Friend had lived just across the street for a few years (no historical marker was noted). The restaurant, on the second floor, was very cool with a lot of exposed beams and sloping floors noting the age of the place. We were soon surrounded, due to the nearby campus, by the usual crowd of UNH students and their visiting parents.
Where we Ate

My All Too Excellent Dinner Companions
The BRS certainly rose to the occasion once she realized she had a significant audience. She had the entire room under her spell in short order. She recently learned to wave and spent the entire time we were there exchanging waves with the father of a group of UNH students at a nearby table. I’m sure that made his daughter a little nervous. It was a great meal and better company. Even her parents marveled at the BRS for her behavior which the ABFA graded as A+. I’ve already noted in prior visits how much the BRS likes to dine out, could be an expensive proposition for her parents in the out years.
Loves to be Wheeled Around in one of her Doll's Strollers

Good Workout for Dad
I tried to share as much as possible of our times together with a very jealous Favorite Panamanian who was out and about during her last weekend in the tropics. Her crazy younger sister was up from Panama City and the home town feria was in its final days but they all took a break from that whenever the chance came to coo at the video screen. The BRS seemed to revel in the homage paid.





I had to return home for the usual Sunday drudgery in preparation for the work week. Around laundry, grocery shopping, and pot roast simmering I finally heard from the other granddaughter who returned from California. Both my daughter and the FBR were exhausted from their trip to reunite with the three other gals that were all born within days of each other to my daughter and her close friends. They hadn’t been back together since my daughter returned to the right coast.
FBR Flying Home

Reunited with Wingman

Easier to Carry if you get out of it Sweetheart
My daughter reported the FBR and her best friend from back in the day were like an old married couple, either best friends or mortal enemies, all within the space of a couple minutes. I found it interesting that my daughter chose to use that description. The FBR was obviously a little punchy since she got up at 430am for the trip to the airport and the only thing she wanted to report was the exotic taxi ride to the airport. My daughter, though equally punchy, was a little more informative. Wingman was seriously happy to have his girls back under the same roof.
Wingman Just Sent this
This is How the FBR Wanted to Watch TV This Morning
I Think she Missed her Dad
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RECURRING CHARACTERS                                           
BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent Fiancé & MEG – Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman – my son in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rdmusquetera (musketeer); Buddy – AKA the Wonder Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals – female relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Excellent Boss – my former direct boss at work; Deckzilla Dude – senior citizen carpenter/contractor; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with demeanor issues

Friday, March 22, 2019

Robotic Revelation

FBR and Daughter Enroute to Cali

I know I said I wouldn’t listen to either of my kids’ recommendation on new TV shows due to having reached the saturation level (who knew that was even possible for me). I was unable to honor that pledge after my son recommended I watch a new Netflix series called Love, Death, and Robots. He knows me too well because I was hooked in a millisecond. One of my sneaky favorite movies of all times is 1981’s Heavy Metal (none of the sequels though). This series consists of eighteen animated science fiction shorts. This definitely reached Heavy Metal level of quality which is high praise indeed in my geek laden perspective. I had to restrain myself, with great difficulty, from plowing through every episode because I wanted to watch the last three with my son tomorrow. He inherited the geek gene from me.
My wife and I had a long talk yesterday where she is spending the last few days of her southern sojourn at the beach condo. In news I did not need to hear she said the surf was awesome yesterday along with the obligatory Las Lajas spectacular sunset. She related some news from the neighborhood as she had just spoken with the Neighborhood Mafioso who revealed that she had almost run over her husband during a recent ice storm. Living up on this hill can be problematic; almost as dangerous as marrying a Panamanian. (Just kidding sweetheart J)
Yesterday Sunset at Las Lajas
The BRS is making steady progress in the eating department and now likes to handle the spoon all by herself. My son noted that she was exhibiting a lot more caution in that department after learning a too vigorous approach to the mouth can be painful. The BRS also voiced a very clear, “Momma” which I’m sure was well received from a certain ABFA. My daughter and the FBR are safely back in the FBR’s birthplace for a few days and way too busy to communicate with their grandfather. Of course I understand that completely, California will do that to you. My daughter did provide the accompanying photos capturing some of their moments including an attempt to get the FBR to nap in the car with the use of a blindfold. Knowing the FBR I will be amazed if this worked. They were on their way to Lake Arrowhead where the three other girls that were born within days of the FBR will reunite and celebrate, which is very cool.
In Flight Lion King

You Can Take the Girl out of California But . . . . 

Nap Attempt
Finally a huge shout out and sincere congratulations to Wingman’s mom who will be retiring in the next week after serving as the primary medical resource in a tiny Missouri town fro several decades. The local newspaper ran this ad to thank her for her many years of service. It’s nice that such a special and humble lady receives the accolades she’s due. It’s a reminder of the day to day heroes we are surrounded by who receive much less attention than today’s worthless celebrities. Wingman’s mom is one of the true heroes that makes society work.
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RECURRING CHARACTERS                                           
BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent Fiancé & MEG – Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman – my son in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rdmusquetera (musketeer); Buddy – AKA the Wonder Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals – female relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Excellent Boss – my former direct boss at work; Deckzilla Dude – senior citizen carpenter/contractor; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with demeanor issues