We are thankfully approaching the finish line for this year’s presidential election. Something I think the vast majority of Americans have been looking forward to for four years since that bleak day in 2016. As we approach the Twitterer in Chief seems to be getting more and more desperate. He has turned into a real denier of scientific research and even more unbelievably, the pandemic, despite having caught it himself. He’s trying to tap into the prevalent Covid fatigue as everyone is sick of the needed restrictions. I’m not sure if this is a chosen strategy or he really is this stupid. I long for the day when we won’t have a national policy set via Twitter. It’s too bad that, being 2020, we won’t be able to celebrate as much as election day will warrant.
BRS on Her Nature Walk
I’m no pundit but I’m
guessing this could be a Reagan-esque level landslide and Trump has no one to blame
except himself and his uncontrollable ego. He just can’t help himself. Some of
my left leaning friends and family have expressed concern that the military and
other executive branch offices will back him if he tries to deny the results of
the election. I assure them the military takes it oath to the constitution and
we take that oath a lot more seriously than the Commander in Chief. I mean we
stood by while Bill Clinton won a second term and there has not been a president
more reviled by the military than that asshat.
All My Granddaughters are Fashion Explosions 
My Son Nature Walking with BR3 
I'm Guessing an Example of a Native American House
We’ve been a bit out
of touch with the FBR as apparently our cache for FaceTime is wearing thin. It’s
inevitable as kids get older but we hope this is only a blip. No such issues
with the other granddaughters. The BRS was delighted to see us last night and
would sound off if the camera was turned to her equally delightful sister for
any stretch of time. They were coming off a weekend adventure where they took a
family nature walk through the Great Bay area of New Hampshire.
BRS Consoling her Good Buddy Riggins
Riggins is undergoing
some sort of psychological issue. He’s always been sensitive to alarms or even
minor mechanical sounds, such as the kitchen vent. Dogs can also hear sounds we
cannot so my Favorite Son and the ABFA are going through the treasure trove of
child toys and their attendant noise making capabilities to see if that is
spooking him. My son thinks it could be an ultimate breakdown with having to
deal with the two interlopers (granddaughters) that have cut into his peace and
quiet.
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RECURRING CHARACTERS
BR3 – granddaughter #3, 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; 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; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her
single days in Brooklyn
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