Doorways

I’ve sufficiently recovered from writer’s cramp after Monday’s mongoso post. You are most welcome for the respite from my inane ramblings but the vacay is, as they say, over. My Favorite Panamanian is in what we used to say in the Army was “a high hover” meaning very excited and in serious preparation for the weekend arrival of both kids and all three granddaughters! While this is great news it also means I will find myself under serious scrutiny over the next few days when it comes to cleanliness. I’ve already strayed over a couple lines, like splashing too much in the kitchen sink after she had just washed the windows above the sink. These are dangerous times to live in.

Daughter and FBR Inbound for Weekend

It also perilous to accompany her to the grocery store with granddaughters inbound. They’ll only be here for a couple days but she felt the need to have enough food to insure they could eat continuously for their entire stay. I didn’t even know they made funfetti brownie mix. I’m not complaining because I fully ascribe to the granddaughter tax which is what grandparents do in order to properly spoil the grandchildren now that we don’t have to live with the consequences. Just kidding. Kind of.

Wingman in Boston Last night

Wingman and his band were in Boston last night and the location was almost across the street from Fenway Park. I was not surprised when we received a text from him with a photo of his view of the Sox game from right field. My daughter reminded him that he had a show in about an hour. You just gotta love a Sox fan. I think we’ll keep him. I have been productive over the last couple days. For some reason the paint surrounding both the front door and the back garage doors flakes off regularly. I don’t know if it’s the material used in construction or the paint. I power washed most of the paint off on Monday and then spent most of yesterday morning taping and then painting the doorways. While I was happy with the outcome, I rediscovered that I really hate painting. I think that feeling is based in the whole needing to be careful requirement. Today I’m tackling the leaning stairs in my wife’s vast garden complex. Anything to avoid the steely eyes of Panamanian scrutiny.

Door Prepped for Paint

Aftermath

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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 3^rd 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