What is it about sitting on your butt for an entire day watching other people work that is so exhausting? Yesterday the window dudes showed up to install six new windows as well as French doors out to Deckzilla. My job? Sitting on the aforementioned keister while they did all the work. Why is it then that I felt more tired at the end fo the day than any of those hardworking guys? My theory is the past week of international travel, driving through Connecticut and furniture moves upon homecoming finally caught up with the senior citizen body. My Favorite Panamanian was particularly concerned when we FaceTimed last night, asking why I looked and sounded so tired. I was at a loss to explain other than to confirm her diagnosis.
Fortunately, a good night’s sleep seemed
to eradicate those feelings. I’m putting it down as beach envy as my body was
rebelling at the lack of early morning bogie boarding and beach walks. A theory,
at least. I had been somewhat snarky with my wife about the need to replace the
perfectly functional sliding doors out to Deckzilla but once again it turns out
she has a better sense of style. I know. What is known colloquially as a
blinding flash of the obvious. The new French doors look great.
Furniture All Moved
Site of Future French Doors 
Doors Gone 
The Replacements
I now face the task of hanging new
blinds in the front facing windows and rehanging the old blinds in the rear
facing ones. Anyone who’s ever worked with window treatments knows how much fun
the next couple days will by since I will also involve moving all that furniture
back into place as well. I should also mention my Favorite Panamanian’s vast
collection of indoor flora will also have to be moved out of their winter
quarters in the dining room to appropriate summer abodes. I anticipate an involved
level of participation from my still beach dwelling spouse. 
I wasn't a Complete Waste - Knocked Off this Puzzle Yesterday
Today marks National Cantankerous Day
highlighted by the birthday of my former beach walking partner, the
Cantankerous Friend. I’ve made a decision to get up to Keene sometime next week,
once I get the house back in some sort of order, to actually share a couple
birthday beers with him. He helpfully pointed out that since we’re both retired
now I don’t have to wait for a weekend for a thunder run up to Keene. It won’t be
exactly the same without Atlas beer to share but I somehow think we’ll come up
with an alternative brew. So Happy Birthday Cantankerous, enjoy your day, I
hope you get to spend it with an appropriate amount of the adult beverages I am
referencing, after your bike ride, of course.
Birthday Boy and I During our Recent Panamanian Adventure
With Atlas Beers!
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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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