Family rituals are very important and some of them generate the deepest positive sentiments possible. The one our family saw this weekend is decidedly less so but at least both my wife and I are at the point that we can actually laugh about it. The BRS acquired her very own Barbie mini-car and the first thing she did was engage in that family tradition. The custom that I am speaking about it running into my son’s car. During our time in Charlton, first my wife and then I rather spectacularly backed into my son’s car while it was parked in our driveway during a visit.
The
BRS, seeking to solidify her standing in the family, took like a fish to the
water with that tradition. As soon as she got into the car for the first time,
she made a bee line until impacting my son’s car. As I said, we can laugh about
it now, but it has taken a number of years to arrive at that point. My son says
the BRS is now terrified of her new acquisition and they’ll have to work at
coaxing her back into the driver’s seat. That may not be a bad problem to have
as I envisioned this precocious young lady taking off on joy rides whenever the
mood struck her.
BRS In her New Ride, Son's Car in Background
The
FBR was in full atonement mode this past weekend as she tried to overcome her behavior
peccadillos from earlier in the week in the hopes of salvaging a Sunday movie
night. Without being asked, she cleaned up all her toys in both her room and the
living/play room. This was uncharted territory for this young lady who has
always been a donor of chaos versus an agent of order. Movie night was saved.
Screenshot from FB Facetime Call
We Were Hiding Under Blanket to Avoid Monster Detection
Graphics Courtesy of FBR
I
completed another puzzle over the weekend as the number of football games
available is tragically decreasing. “Young” Mr. Brady established yet another milestone
with his new team in leading them to a conference championship game in his
first year. It was almost nostalgic hearing the familiar cadences being barked
out last night. My Favorite Son convinced me to watch the HBOMax series, The
Titans, I’ve binged my way almost all the way through it over the past week. It’s
typically dark, which seems a requirement for the DC universe, but I’ve really
enjoyed the action. It’s not as if there’s much else to do in Pandemia.
Latest Puzzle
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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; Kindergarten
Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; 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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