The Christmas season got of to a very
fun start last night with our annual Panamanian Mafia party at the house after
a missing last year because, well, you know, 2020. It was necessarily a little smaller
this year but that made it more fun as there was more time to spend just
talking, but mostly laughing, with this lively group. My Favorite Panamanian
had been laboring all week preparing a variety of food for the event, culminating
with the traditional pork shoulder dish that she always associated with Christmas
while growing up. Everybody else also brought some dishes and assorted adult beverages
to compliment my wife’s peerless sangria.
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| Wife and I Last Night |
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| The Gals |
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| The Troublemakers |
My wife allowed me to have the college
football conference championship playing on mute in the background so I was
able to check in on that exciting action while still laughing with the fellow
mafiosos. It was the kind of night that 2020 robbed everybody of and we were once
again reminded how much genuine joy can be gleaned from time spent with good friends.
Predictably, we are talking Panamanians here, dancing broke out late in the
night and continued until almost midnight. We are all a little stunned when
someone finally noticed how late it had gotten. Time has a way of running away
when this much fun is occurring. The Christmas season is now officially christened.
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| Another one of my Wife's Creations |
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| A Quiet Start |
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| Finishing up Dinner |
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| Neighborhood Mafiosos |
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| Dancing Breaks Out |
In granddaughter news, the FBR has
produced her first loose tooth which is yet another clue that she is getting
older each day. She was very cute about and wanted to demonstrate just how
loose it was. It was kind of graphic. In New Hampshire the BRS informed my Favorite
Son that she had decided who she wanted to marry. While this is a bit premature
for a three-year-old she told her dad that she wanted to marry her abuela. She
must really love my wife’s hojaldras. The BRS was out with her parents last
night to watch the Portsmouth Christmas parade. The ABFA kindly sent me a video
of the bagpipe band which I play for my wife at every opportunity in my life
long quest to make her appreciate bagpipe music. So far it has been an abysmal failure but hope springs
eternal.
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| BRS and her Dad |
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| At the Parade with the ABFA |
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RECURRING CHARACTERS
BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – 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; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course; 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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