Sunday, February 28, 2021

Sunday Routinized

One of the less inspiring aspects of life in Pandemia is the imposition of routines. While this is beneficial and productive in certain areas, such as exercise, it can lead to a certain amount of frustration as well. As I sit here writing this, I realize just how routine my Sundays have become. I’ve completed the grocery store run, the clothes are in the washing machine, and I’m about to be finished with the blog (I know – you’re thinking the sooner the better). This means I have the afternoon to spend in the Man Cave. The scary aspect of that at this time of year means I have to face that situation without the NFL and before baseball season kicks in. I know more difficult problems exist in the world and I have over 1500 movies I could latch onto but the pandemic has wrung that joy out of me to a certain extent. Who knew that was even possible? I know, serious stuff.

The stiff upper arm from the Covid vaccine magically went away yesterday as everyone who has had it told me it would. Now I just have to wait for Bill Gates to start downloading instructions. I didn’t realize how many simply ludicrous people there are in the world (okay, to be honest, there have been clues) until I saw the many anti-vaccine posts and memes. I think, in the interest of the good of the species we should start a “dud on the month club”. We should all vote on the most idiotic, senseless, and potentially harmful post to the internet during a given month. Once the votes have been tallied the selected “dud” would then be lobotomized. I think the anti-vaxxers would finish high in the vote tally. This has to help deepen the gene pool.

I know. You’re wondering if I’m serious. So am I.

Video Call with Wife's Family

The Musqueteras!
Friday nights have become a very welcome routine. I know this doesn’t come as a news flash to anyone who knows me but I’m speaking about the Friday evening video calls that the pandemic has routinized. We had three calls on Friday with the Family First Friday Facetime call followed by one with my Favorite Panamanian’s family. I then descended the stairs while my wife and the Musqueteras entertained each other for a few hours. I know I’m going to be in big trouble for posting these photos but what is life without a little danger, it could impact my routines!

Finished Another Puzzle
Back to the Easy Ones
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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

Friday, February 26, 2021

Melt Dodging

I was engaged in a tried and proven New England tradition last evening while driving home. I had just gotten the latest coating of salt removed from the car since we’re not going to have a snow storm for the next few days (been a while since I could say that). After leaving the car wash, I then had to navigate home while trying to avoid the seemingly endless puddles on the roads as a result of the first snow melt we’ve had in a while. It’s been so cold that the snow kept piling up after the huge storm a few weeks ago. That changed over the last couple days, hence the nearly ubiquitous salt laden puddles along with the requisite dodging to keep the freshly washed car clean.

Vaccinated!!!
The biggest news was the reason for my being out in the middle of Pandemia. I received my first Covid vaccination shot last evening. It was at Worcester State University and despite my many (well earned) complaints about getting the appointment, the site was really well organized. I waited in my car until the large scoreboard indicated my appointment time was being served. I was checked in and had my shot five minutes after I walked in the door. I was then consigned to the waiting area for fifteen minutes to make sure I didn’t start doing the kicking chicken. While I was there a one of the vaccinator volunteers walked over and handed me a tablet to make an appointment for my second dose. I could have scanned a QR code and done it but c’mon, like I would have been capable of that. I get the second dose on March 18th.

FBR Posing in the Wild
I was concerned last night that I had been given a placebo or something because I could not feel any effects whatsoever. That changed this morning when I woke up with the well-publicized knot in the muscle where the shot was administered. I thought this morning’s swim would be problematic but I think it actually helped loosen up the knot. By most accounts the first shot is the easy one though. After waiting so long to feel some actual hope in the pandemic I feel a real lifting of spirit, that we might be finally getting ahead of this foul beast.

New Jersey Wilderness
Wingman and the FBR were back out hiking in the wilderness yesterday. At least for what qualifies as a wilderness in New Jersey. Seriously, I was pleasantly surprised at the amount of public greenspace that remains available within a short drive of her home. Living in New Jersey is nothing like I imagined and I’m happy my daughter’s family has this great community to raise the FBR in. My first impression of New Jersey, many years ago, was uniformly bad. As a young boy I took a YMCA trip to Washington, DC and as soon as we crossed the bridge into New Jersey we were assaulted by some really foul smelling fumes. It made an impression and that makes the improvement since that time all the more remarkable.

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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

Thursday, February 25, 2021

Manna Fallen for my Guilt

I wrote last week about the guilt I felt for lining up a Covid vaccine appointment this week (actually later today) but failing to get one for my Favorite Panamanian (not through lack of effort mind you). That was resolved late on Tuesday when I received an email from my health care provider asking me if I wanted to sign up for a shot – this week! Since we have the same provider I checked and my wife had the same message and I signed her up. She received her first shot yesterday! So, win and guilty conscience is completely vanquished as I re-attained hero status within the household. I was a little nervous because she is so susceptible to drug interactions but she sailed through without an issue although they kept her for extra time based on her history.

At the Vax Site
She is feeling a little sore in the injection site today which caused her to lose some sleep overnight but we keep telling ourselves this is so much better than the alternative. I’m a little pissed that my medical provider made it so easy. Both Wingman and I spent hours over the past week scouring the websites hoping to land a vaccination appointment only to have this literally fall into my lap. I guess it’s all about effort and generating good karma; whatever, I’ll  take it.

FBR Out Strolling

And Working Out
The granddaughters continue to be a source of unfathomed depths of pride each time we talk with them. The FBR has spent some of her time away from school this week to take walks with Wingman in the snow. I received an excited update about discovering a frozen pond yesterday which was then subjected to a barrage of snow balls. BR3 remains a very happy baby. Her parents are also happier as she has taken to sleeping through the night again. They have a big move coming up where BRS moves into the former (freshly painted) guest room while BR3 gets the BRS’ old room. It’s not as if changes like this might interrupt sleep cycles or anything (fingers firmly crossed). BR3 does light up whenever she hears my Favorite Panamanian’s voice and immediately starts to rock in cadence with one of their games.

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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

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Puzzling Success

Tomorrow is graduation day from physical therapy which marks another milestone in the recovery game. As I’ve written before, this is the first time I’ve ever truly enjoyed working with a physical therapist because every other time was extremely painful. The difference being this was not orthopedic, although she did work wonders on the bad knee as part of the process. This will be followed up next Monday with a visit to the surgeon as we approach the six month mark. Progress has been made. Tomorrow I receive my first Covid 19 vaccination dose in the same week the US passed over 500,000 deaths from that infernal beast. I still haunt the internets constantly trying to acquire an appointment for my Favorite Panamanian. Wingman, to his immense credit, is also trying and experiencing the same frustration I feel win dealing with the MA roll out.

The Eye Batter
Because of someone’s close contact, the FBR is spending the week at home as her school went to zoom classes. I’m sure this is not what her parents had in mind for the week. The FBR has keyed into the fact we’re getting our shots and she interprets this as being done so we can come visit her. I’m not sure how she acquired that notion but a certain grandfather may have been involved. My daughter and Wingman purchased one of those high-speed Peloton bikes which arrived over the past weekend. Since it has a screen the FBR is intensely interested in it, although her parents have firmly forbidden her from logging on to the device. This is not a girl to allow such restriction from halting her efforts though. In a truly hilarious moment, she tried to charm her mother by batting her eyes at her. I almost fell out of my chair when I saw this because her abuela has been using the same technique on me for nearly four decades.

Totally Innocent (Right?!)
I’ve been knocking out the 1000-piece puzzles at a fairly brisk pace over the past year in Pandemia. That came to a screeching halt in November when my daughter and the FBR gifted me with a puzzle of the night sky that may be responsible for certain frustration induced holes in the Man Cave walls. As the owner of a truly devious mind, Keene Friend picked up on the frustration and searched out a puzzle he thought was equally as onerous to gift me for Christmas. He did this with a completely innocent face, although I know he was cackling in delight on the inside. It was basically monochrome night sky (again!) except for the lightning bolt and tree and all the pieces were of the same type, exactly the same formula for the night puzzle. I left this puzzle for the last of my Christmas puzzles to attempt. Although it took longer than the usual few days I finally drove a stake into the heart of it over the past weekend. So there.

Keene Friend's Dastardly Gift
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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

Monday, February 22, 2021

Monday, Monday

This whole pandemic thing, as well as my semi-retirement has taken the persistent sting out of Mondays. You see, I can say something nice about the past year. The unrelenting sameness of life in the pandemic was only broken up when I still drove into work each day. That hasn’t happened since August and I can’t say I really miss it a whole lot. I do miss the people as I was blessed with some truly excellent people to work with. In what I consider a landmark statistic, I haven’t set an alarm clock (for other than mid-day zoom meetings) to wake up since late August. I’ve written before that I have been an unrepentant night owl sine my high school years. The Army cured me of sleeping in, to the degree that I awaken around 6am each day, wide awake. Hence the lack of necessity in setting alarm clocks. The body has adjusted to this level of sleep over the past forty years.


My Favorite Panamanian is not a huge fan of my nocturnal schedule but has adjusted over the years to stay awake a little longer at nights so we can watch movies together. We topped off the weekend last night watching I Care a Lot, a dark comedy that absolutely skewers the care for the elderly, so timely in my case. Perpetual ice queen, Rosamund Pike, plays a predatory guardian for the elderly who targets seniors with the assistance of the medical, rest home, and judiciary accomplices. She oversteps her hand when she takes on the mother of a homicidal Russian mafioso, played by Peter Dinklage. My wife leaned over a couple times and asked if what the guardian was dong was possible and I nervously assured her our family would never let it happen (hear that kids!). It was a really fun watch if a bit nerve inducing for a senior citizen.


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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

Sunday, February 21, 2021

Guilty Victory

I was slogging through another pandemic Saturday flitting away time in the Man Cave when I received an excited text from Wingman. He’s assisting us with trying to find a Covid vaccine appointment and he let me know he was trying to get us one right here in Worcester since a bunch of appointments had opened up. I joined the hunt and on my first try was successful in getting an appointment! I immediately went back to the same site trying to get my Favorite Panamanian set up and even thought they showed over 500 appointments available, by the time I entered her information, all appointments had been filled, reminiscent of my six hour ordeal on Thursday. I figured I had to enter first because it asks for insurance information and I’m the policy holder. This kind of killed all the excitement generated by my successful appointment.

BR3 Last Evening
It was a long trudge upstairs to inform her that while I had good news for me, I had failed her. Her initial elation at my good news was immediately tempered but she then fell back to say that it was in God’s hands and He didn’t want her vaccinated yet. Sometimes the approaching fanatical Catholicism of my significant other comes in handy. I still felt terrible because this was something we wanted to get done together and I thought the cosmos was lining up because the state opened vaccination up for those 65+ just a few days after her 65th birthday. Both Wingman and I are haunting the state website hoping to pick off a stray appointment as they become available. I still feel defeated.

BR3 Waving at Us

Psychedelic FBR
That feeling was definitely mollified last evening when the granddaughters teamed up to lift my spirits. The FBR invited us to yet another Highschool Musical dance party. She handled the dancing part and turned on the comic book filter to make a truly psychedelic experience. She was followed by BR3 who has learned to emphatically wave at the camera every time she hears our voices. She’s on the verge of crawling and talking and exhibited both last night. One thing the granddaughters have collectively taught me is how fast this whole growing up thing happens. Probably not so much for the parents but I always tell them to cherish these moments of sleepless nights and toilet training because once they’ve gone, they’re gone for good. While that may be good news in certain respects, there are so many more moments to rejoice in than the tough parts. The BRS was only available for limited time for us because of the aforementioned toilet training. And so it goes.

The Family's Next Generation Dancing Queen
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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

Friday, February 19, 2021

Lesson Re-Learned

I just re-read my post from yesterday and it reminded me of a lesson we’ve all had to learn with the advent of email. That lesson - never compose an email when you’re angry, frustrated or at least review it before sending. I guess it applies to blog writing as well because what I wrote yesterday was akin to gibberish. My Cantankerous Friend called me on it, which I know he takes devilish pleasure in. He pointed out there were a lot more important things to worry about than the vagaries of trying to land a vaccine appointment.

Properly chastised I will attempt to rectify the situation. I’m still really frustrated and POed because I was ultimately unsuccessful in landing an appointment after seven hours on the computer. However, I have my health (or a reasonable facsimile of same) as well as a warm house, a beautiful wife, and great friends/family. Oh, and it is also the First Friday of the Week!!!! What’s not to like? I also get a personalized dance party each night from the FBR. I feel like I’ve seen all three movies in the Highschool Musical trilogy because both the FBR and BRS are huge fans. I’ve been told/threatened with having to watch all three with the FBR the next time we can get together.

Inside joke with my Favorite Panamanian
Outside of my frustration levels spiking, yesterday was also a momentous day for the space program. NASA landed a fairly large rover on Mars and sent back some pictures form the red planet. It looks like Kuwait, which doesn’t necessarily recommend it very much. The probe is car sized, equipped with a drill that will do what drills do, and drill down into the surface to retrieve soil samples. These samples will eventually be transported back to earth and used to determine if there was ever life on Mars. I’m sure Tom Cruise will be watching for strange streaks of light impacting Earth. As is required nowadays the phots produced the usual number of memes which were too funny to pass up on. I’m glad Matt Damon finally has company up on the red planet.

Kuwaitish Mars Landscape


Of Course

Yay Matt!
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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

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Scale Experienced

I cringed when I decided to live in the People’s Republic of Taxxachusetts after retiring from the Army. I grew up in New Hampshire where we considered our southern neighbor akin to a Soviet province. New Hampshire has changed over the subsequent years as many of those very liberal types moved to southern New Hampshire to escape the one-party rule only to bring many of their associated problems with them. We called them “tax refugees” and complained they were bringing those problems, associated with their political leanings, they were fleeing with them. The truth, of course, was a lot more nuanced, but it gave us something to complain about. In due course I grew up (well at least got older) and acquiesced to living in what I considered a benighted land.

Screenshot that Greeted Me This Morning
In a huge surprise it turned out I enjoyed living here. The taxes aren’t oppressive, especially compared to New Hampshire property taxes, and they don’t tax my military pension. I have made my peace at living in a one-party state and seeing the inherent foolishness that sometimes produces, such as the political quagmire that is the MBTA. I’ve generally been supportive and appreciative of the Republican governor, Charlie Baker, over his term, except for his lack of understanding about mass transit issues. That ended today when I experienced the total and complete ineptitude of his administration on a scale that is hard to fathom.

I Also Get This One a Lot
I was pleasantly surprised to hear that I would become eligible for the Covid vaccine today, along with about a million other state residents. The governor crowed about the rollout and bragged that his website would be up to the task. I was worried because he made a point of telling people the appointments would be available at 8am this morning. I didn’t think that was especially smart since that would cause immense demand at the same time. The governor was questioned about this and told the cameras that they were prepared. They weren’t. I’ve been trying to book an appointment for three hours now and while the sites have been up and down all morning, more often than not I get a message that the site has crashed. I compare this to what I’m hearing out of New Hampshire where a number of my friends have successfully booked and received their vaccines. Living in the People’s Republic has finally caught up with me.

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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

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Aging Up

One of the most startling aspects of achieving the profound amount of years I’ve acquired is the realization that the revered seniors of my early life were in the same boat. I find myself as an official senior citizen, at least according to the IRS, and yet I have a lot of the same thoughts, desires, and concerns as a much younger version of myself. The astonishing piece is that I never imagined someone with my gray hair and well-lined face would still harbor the feelings which I thought were the sole purview of the young.

Of course, it could be that I have failed to grow up, an opinion shared occasionally by a certain wife of mine. Maybe my peer seniors are out there thinking deep thoughts solving the weighty problems of the world while I’m stuck in some desperate hold on my youth. Then again, my conversations with those peers lead me to understand we’re all in the same boat. We all woke up at different points to discover we’re not as young as we self-imagined. I keep waiting for the onset of wisdom that is supposed to come with all these years but maybe that is not bequeathed to all. Experience, which I have an overabundance of in certain areas, does provide a perspective that younger version of myself would have certainly benefitted from. There were certain life changing decisions I would definitely address differently. Life is weird, something I figured out a long time ago; but I still find is extremely bizarre to think my grandparents thought like I do.

We finally caught a “break” from the very cold weather that my Favorite Panamanian has been luxuriating in during her Covid enforced first winter in a while. The temperatures rose enough that we didn’t get the 12 inches of snow that could have come and instead nearly a half inch of ice fell. I opened the garage door this morning to take out the rubbish and the driveway looked very wet. It wasn’t. I dropped a mall clump of snow onto it which skittered across the glare ice all the way to the street. The temperatures are supposed to rise into the 40s this afternoon so we should get the first melt in a while. Ahh, New England.

Driveway This Morning
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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

Monday, February 15, 2021

Disturbed Snow

Worcester is currently leading the nation (including Alaska) in this winter’s snowfall, for cities with a population greater than 100,000. I mention that tidbit as our backyard and Deckzilla have been submerged under that blanket for the past couple of weeks with a pristine topping only disturbed by passing rabbits (curse them). They don’t venture on top of Deckzilla so there was an almost a top of cake frosting look to it. That all came to a crashing halt this weekend with a bona fide expert at snow disturbance. I am speaking of my second granddaughter, the illustrious BRS. Aided and abetted by her partner in crime, the redoubtable grandpuppy Riggins, the snow was irrevocably damaged. I could not be happier since I got to spend all the time they were at their task in their company.

Favorite Panamanian & BRS Sliding
My wife’s birthday was Friday and we crowned it with three First Friday zoom calls. The first was our weekly family Facetime call which featured a surprise cake and the downward swing of Bonecrusher. We then moved on to a call with my Favorite Panamanian’s family which included the usual hijinks and laughter. Finally, my wife logged on to a Musquetera call where she and the other two Musqueteras laughed and talked for well over two hours. I was not fully involved in this call, other than to be called in as a judge (self-appointed) on the respective size of chests. My wife was the first eliminated and I wasn’t fool enough to take it any further while the three ladies relished my discomfort. We had started with the first call at 5pm and my wife was on one of the three calls until 1130pm so she had as good a birthday celebration as the pandemic allows.

Son with his Girls

BR3 Greeting Abuela 
Note Toys Spread Out
As much fun as Friday was my Favorite Panamanian received the best birthday gift on Saturday when my Favorite Son, the ABFA as well as the BRS and BR3 showed up for an overnight stay. The well-ordered living room was soon awash with the toy cache moved up from its basement storage place. My wife had also arranged a new unicorn sleeping bag for the BRS in the room she shares with the FBR (never at the same time so far, but the years ahead should be fun). Even though it had only been a week I swear BR3 was more developed in movement and attention span, of course I might be a tad biased in this judgement.

You'd Be Biased Too


One of the big events we talked about last weekend was the back yard sliding hill that was christened by the FBR during her Christmas visit. The BRS was game to give the slide a go and she loves being outside in the snow. This is when the unspoiled coating on Deckzilla and the backyard took a beating, gratefully so. Riggins demands to accompany the FBR whenever she goes outside and was freaking out inside until the ABFA brought him out. Of course, it could be their shared love of the white stuff but he is very protective.



In a major departure from the state of nature, my Favorite Panamanian ventured outside on the very cold day. Granddaughters are the only thing that will get my tropical wife outside when the temperatures are below 60. She and the BRS teamed up for a couple saucer runs and then the construction of snow angels. The BRS wanted to make a snow fort which was a challenge given the powdery consistency of the snow but it’s not as if I can deny one of my granddaughters, anything. My wife’s dozen lifetime ventures into the snow equipped her to give me advice on snow fort construction which were met with an appropriate amount of disdain.

ABFA, BRS, and Riggins at the Snow Fort
While we were out in the snow my Favorite Son had created another birthday cake for his mother, he’s something of an artiste in this area. After some hot chocolate to dampen the cold, the BRS assisted her abuela with candle extinguishment as well as brandishing Bonecrusher. It was so fulfilling to have a noisy house again, for the first time since the FBR’s departure after Christmas. My favorite part of the weekend though was that evening when I got  to hang out with my son and compare movie and sports notes.





We awoke Sunday morning to realize the depth of the gift the ABFA and my son had given us with their visit. By that, I mean the sacrifice they made, because BR3 is very sensitive to her sleep environment and did not appreciate the changes involved in her travel location. She kept her parents up most of Saturday night. After the requisite hojaldra breakfast, my wife and I tried to give them a chance to nap Sunday morning by assuming granddaughter control. That meant the BSR and I, and Riggins of course, were back outside, completing destruction of the snow cap. We spent over an hour together exploring the back woods, including walking the length of the huge downed pine tree. As some point, the BRS realized Riggins like chewing on sticks and he soon was receiving a new one every thirty seconds.

Cake was That Good

Grampa Dancing with BR3
It's in her Blood

Hojaldra Breakfast
One of the great tragedies of life is that weekends inevitably end and yesterday’s rivals some of the worst. By the time we had to bid goodbye both my wife and I were exhausted, keeping up with these two young ladies is not for the faint of heart. We would have willingly continued down the energy scale if they could have stayed later. We were thoroughly heartened when the BRS told her parents that she didn’t want to leave, figuring we had fulfilled our grandparent duty. The aftermath was an exceedingly quiet house, something both my wife and I commented on as we bemoaned the passing of the weekend. I was eating breakfast this morning in this vey quiet house when I looked outside to the disturbed snow on Deckzilla and couldn’t help smiling.

Why I was Smiling
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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