I signed up, strictly due to the lack of other options, for getting old. I’m rapidly learning there are a variety of “benefits” that you don’t fully appreciate until you attain the vaunted age of senior citizen and I’m not talking about cheaper movie tickets (although that is pretty cool). The one I’m coming to understand this week is the severely reduced immune system. I guess there is a reason we were put first in line for all these Covid shots. The situation that brought this revelation home was the cold that BR3 bequeathed me this past weekend. She was only symptomatic for one day and even at the height was just coughing a lot while still engaging in serial couch jumping. I’ve been under the weather since Tuesday and am only now starting to recover. In my defense my immune system is more than sixty years older than hers and has been subjected to some fairly rigorous challenges over those six decades. I still feel like a bit of a wimp for being knocked down by a 1 year old but there it is. I’ll be back in the pool today as I finally feel better.
It's been a busy week down in New Jersey
as Wingman has created a set of garden boxes for Wingmom. It will have to be
Wingmom because my daughter certainly did not inherit her mother’s green thumb.
My wife always opined that my daughter’s house was where houseplants were sent
to die. (I’m going to pay for that last crack). Speaking of the death penalty,
I’d better stop writing and go water my wife’s houseplants. That was supposed to
happen Tuesday and I don’t think she’ll accept any sickbed excuses.
She Looks So Innocent
In yet another startling development that may signal an impending apocalypse, Great Aunt’s two cats spent time together. I’m talking close proximity. You have to understand what an earth-shattering development this is, since they should be named Jekyll and Hide. The black cat follows in a long line of Great Aunt’s (she forgives a lot) “cats from hell”. People who enter her house are routinely warned not to approach it. The FBR has some scars to prove she didn’t listen well at Thanksgiving. This cat’s disdain extends to the other cat, who could not be nicer. My big sister was so stunned to see the good and bad cats tolerating each other that she texted this photo to the family. Watch the skies for large meteors.
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Scary, Indeed!
RECURRING CHARACTERS:
ABFA – Amazing Best Family
Athlete - my daughter
in law; BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – granddaughter
#3; BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel -
second granddaughter; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue
about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Curbside Girls – close friends of my
daughter acquired during her single days in Brooklyn; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions
once my wife got involved in planning; Favorite
Panamanian - the wife (of course); FBR
- First Blog Reader - first granddaughter; First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Great Aunt - my elder sister; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since
high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Kindergarten Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited
with after many years; Maine and
Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my
wife is the 3rd musquetera (musketeer); Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia
member; 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; Pittsburgh
College Roommate– high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in
Pittsburgh; Riggins - also known as
the Grandpuppy, son's dog; Soxfather
- my brother in law; Tia Loca – wife’s younger sister; Wingman – my
son in law; Wingmom – Wingman’s
mom, of course
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