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| Wingman, I and My Daughter at my Son's Wedding Love Sharing Moments Together |
Yesterday’s reminisces about my
godmother meant I did not allow proper recognition for the birthday of Wingman.
My Favorite Panamanian and I did inflict a very off chord rendition of Happy Birthday
on him last evening. It says volumes about my hubris that I didn’t feel the
least amount of shame demonstrating my shortcomings in this area to a
professional musician. He’s not one to call attention to himself so it lays
that responsibility on those who love and treasure him. As with most fathers I never
thought I’d accept someone as worthy of my daughter but here we are. He’s fit
in seamlessly with the family since he first appeared and learned all the tattoos
weren’t a deal breaker. We’ve reached the point where it’s not a true family gathering
if he’s not present. We caught up with him and my daughter as they were trying
to garb the FBR for bedtime before heading out for a birthday dinner. I got the
distinct impression the FBR wanted them out of the house as quickly as possible
so she could exert her wiles on the babysitter. At any rate I count myself
almost as lucky as my daughter and the FBR to have Wingman in my life. Happy
birthday buddy and sorry about the damage your psyche last night with that
song. He provided these videos of the FBR hamming it up for his birthday.
I had my own adventures to contend
with last evening as I returned from work to find my wife in a state bordering
on panic. I was supposed to take her in for a routine ultra sound scan last
evening so I did not understand her agitation. She then explained she was not supposed
to eat or drink anything after noon, had forgotten and snacked throughout the
afternoon. She had been trying to call the clinic to report her misdeeds but
trying to find a phone number at a hospital in this day and age borders on the
arcane. We eventually made it to the clinic and confirmed she would need another
appointment. This would usually be a point where a less smarter version of
myself would poke fun at her. Thirty seven years of marriage has provided an
excellent education and I kept my mouth shut. Old dog, new tricks, 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 3rd musquetera
(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
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