Yesterday was spent out on Deckzilla and the surrounding environs as my Favorite Panamanian dragooned me into garden work (actually I volunteered but don’t tell anyone). Most of the effort was planting her purchases from the mid-week thunder run up to Keene. She made quite a haul and since yesterday was one of the best days of 2022 so far, we were outside. However the big news rests with the granddaughters.
Yesterday was BR3’s second birthday and
my Favorite Son and the ABFA celebrated with just the themselves, saving the
big party for a couple weeks down the road. The second birthday is probably the
last they’ll be able to get away with for that. It looks like they had a
fabulous time with the BRS and the birthday girl with some beach time. They participated
in the family Frist Friday call and every time we tried to congratulate BR3 she
would take off on a dead run followed by her dad. The same thing happened yesterday
morning when we called to sing happy birthday to her. That was more understandable
for anyone who’s heard my singing voice.
Birthday Girl Representing Yesterday
Birthday Beach Time 
Birthday Breakfast with her Siblings
The FBR and her familial unit are also adventuring.
Following up on last year’s very successful weekend trip to a cabin with her friends
and their parents, Friday night my daughter, Wingman and the FBR journeyed to the
Catskills for another cabin and the FBR was in the pool within minutes of
arrival. It’s so cool that she has these friends living on the same street in
Maplewood and the parents all get along really well together. It looks like
they’re having a special time. We were especially touched with the photo of all
the kids at bedtime with the FBR doing the honor of reading the bedtime story.
Time is certainly flying.
Delving into Things Electronic
FBR Poolside Upon Arrival 
With her Mom Shortly thereafter 
Greeted by a Rainbow 
FBR Reading Bedtime Story
As stated above, entirely less exciting
back on the home front. My Favorite Panamanian has definite opinions on my suitability
for any task requiring a light touch. I was therefore assigned to removing the
roots from all the flower pots from last year’s flower display. For those of
you who think that was a small task, you do not know my wife and her love of flowers.
We can never have too many. This was fairly dirty work as I had to burrow down
to the bottom of the pots to extricate the old roots and you had to know there
would be an inspection and critique at the end of the effort. We came inside for
lunch and my wife was on the phone with Tia Loca when I walked by and they both
burst into laughter. My dirt work had left a definite residue covering my face
and they nicknamed me “Pigpen” on the spot. There are worse names for an out to
pasture infantryman. 
FBR Looking like a Teenager Floating in Pool
Wife's Thunder Run Haul
Being so dirty did bring back some Army memories
in the shower though. There’s just something special when you’re exceptionally dirty,
as I was yesterday. That was the normal state of affairs during my years in the
infantry when we’d come in from the field having lived in the woods for weeks
on end with no showers and liberal applications of bug spray and face camouflage.
My Favorite Panamanian would occasionally require me to wait out in the driveway
to hose me down before she’d let me enter the house. That didn’t happen yesterday
but that was a special shower. 
The Master at Work
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My Apparently Hysterically Funny Dirty Face
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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