You’ll remember yesterday that I might
have mentioned, in passing, that my Favorite Panamanian has a difficult time
making decisions. That came back to bite me firmly in the posterior today. I don’t
think it was a result of the blog which she rarely reads (that’s why I feel
fairly free to chronicle her antics). Anyways, I came downstairs this morning prepared
to continue the painting project when she declared she didn’t like the new color
of the walls in the dining room. That’s where I had spent all of Tuesday
applying two coats of paint she selected. A smarter man than I am would not
have mentioned to her at this point that this was her chosen color. Some things
take a whole day to come back from. She decided she did like how the entry hall
and living room colors went together (didn’t even know that was a thing). She
decided, yes, decided, that “we’ were going to paint the dining room with the extra
gallon of paint we had left over from the living room/kitchen painting.
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| The New Dining Room Colors |
As part of my comeback effort from my
initial reaction to her decision, I volunteered to once again spend the day in
the dining room. After re-taping the entire room, I applied the two necessary coats
of paint to cover the supposedly gray (although it looked white) paint of the Tuesday
painting. She said it had looked too white (smart enough to hold my tongue when
she made that remark) and said she didn’t want a “ghost room”. For those of us counting,
like me, that was four times painting the same walls over the last two days. Meanwhile
she was completing her painting of all the trim and doors on the first floor. I
find it a bit disconcerting that she worked just as long as I did and looks
fresh while I resemble the 90-year-old man she referenced. The worst part – she
was absolutely right about the change in colors. It looks 100% better in the
new color. I’ve got to get a copy of that wife handbook which teaches them to
turn justifiable anger back upon the husband in such a way as to make him the bad
guy. Forty-one years of wedded bliss and counting; still haven’t figured that
one out.
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The Tool I Talked About Yesterday
So Great for the Wall/Ceiling Border |
One movie fell in my A-Z watch, a keeper,
Elysium, another dystopian future with Matt Damon bolted on a war machine. What’s
not to like?
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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; CRC - Connecticut Riverboat Captain – another
close friend from high school, renowned sailor of the big river; Curbside Girls – close friends of my
daughter acquired during him 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); Namesake Nephew –
son of Great Aunt and Soxfather named after me; 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; PCR - Pittsburgh College Roommate– high
school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; PCR+1 - Pittsburgh College Roommate’s wife; 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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