Sunday Slump

Going, Going....

I’ve written before about the difficulties of letting go when we’re blessed with a visit from one of our progeny.  Yesterday was no exception as my wife and I were called upon to once again relinquish the company of our daughter.  For some reason she wanted to get back to NYC early.  Seems the Wing Man is heading out of town for a three week recording session and they wanted to spend at least one night together.  Go figure.  Doesn’t make it any easier on the parents though.  Connecticut failed to put up a fight, traffic wise, apparently still reeling from my daughter’s devastating counter-attack on Thursday night. 

Gone, Dammit

My wife was forced to go cold turkey when she forgot her cell phone for the drive.  This was fairly comical because she definitely does not like to be disconnected from the ability to reach out and talk someone’s ear off.  We weren’t twenty minutes into the drive before she seized my cell phone and with assistance of my techno guru daughter was loading apps to it.  Since it’s my work phone I expressly forbid her from adding her “What’s UP” app.  There are some things best left to my imagination (stunted as it is). 

Wife Polishing off the Blue Trim

When we returned home we consoled ourselves by finishing off the front porch project (well except where I’ve got to go back and fix where some red stain mysteriously made it onto the freshly painted white trim).  It was good to be busy as it mollified the ache of a daughterless home.  This was the first weekend in a seemingly long time with really good weather (perfect New England summer days) and we made the most of them although the attendant aches and pain a middle aged body is assessed for this type activity is patently unfair.  Now all I’ve got left to do this week is the even bigger back deck (I’ve got a request in for a younger back).

Wildlings Massed for Attack on Castle Black

Muscle recovery time was spent in Couch Potato position #1 with my slothful co-conspirator – Buddy the Wonder Pooch.  We bounced between Game of Thrones, Californication, and The Red Sox.  The Sox delivered a last inning rally complete with Big Papi homer while the Game of Thrones devoted an entire episode to one story line for the first time.  The epic battle for Castle Black was given full throat and Jon Snow rallied the defenders against the wildlings of the north (full geek mode here).  There were some huge departures from the way events played out in the book so it will be interesting to see how those are resolved (or not).  I kind of hoped Ygritte would survive but at least the head Thenn got appropriately hammered.  Californication on the other hand is winding down its final season as a ghost of its former self.  Its finale will almost be a relief so this once edgy comedy can rest in peace instead of continuing to linger (a la Entourage) in its dotage.

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