My Favorite Panamanian is in the
middle of one of her trademark projects. She’s making new seat covers for all
the kitchen and dining room chairs because, well, I’m not too sure and it is
never a good idea to question. That being said I’m expected to entertain myself
in the interim and that means Man Cave time, never an unpleasant prospect. That
is, as soon as I figure out how to get the heating system to work down there. Since
I’ve eradicated the DVR backlog and haven’t bought a new movie in a few weeks I
was at loose ends.
I’ve always faced a quandary when
choosing movies to watch. I own nearly two thousand of the damned things but for
reasons I’m not sure I understand I can never easily choose one from the rack.
I peruse the many shelves and then usually end up channel surfing instead of
choosing. I decided last week that I would walk into the cave and before turning
on the lights I would reach over to the shelves and whatever movie I touched I
would watch. It worked. I wouldn’t own the movie if I didn’t at least like it
so I’ve been busily watching movies. We won’t comment on the unfortunate incident
where my reach caused an entire shelf of blurays to fall onto the floor. My
wife called down to inquire why I was swearing so much in an empty room.
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| Location of New Brewery |
It’s been a fairly quiet interlude at
home although some serious loin girding has been going on as we enter what I call
the festival season. It kicks off this weekend with a trip to New Jersey for the
FBR’s fourth birthday. That is followed by next weekend’s (November 16th)
birthday pub crawl back in my hometown. In a huge development that has me really excited my daughter and Wingman are planning on attending the crawl fro the first time since their California deployment. As previously recounted there is a gaping
hole in our itinerary as our usual end pub – Scores, has been closed by law enforcement.
We’ve tentatively identified the Pour House as the new ending place and have been
keeping an eye on a supposedly new bar opening in the center of Keene in a
former bank building to fill out the dance card. The Cantankerous One recently
returned from a Southern sojourn and reported that the Modestman Brewing
Company was open. It would make an appropriate mid-crawl addition, if open (old
infantry axiom – disregard the first report until confirmed). Since I’m unavailable
for reconnaissance this weekend I’ve charged Keene Friend with confirmation.
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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; 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); 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; 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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