I was a little nervous yesterday. My wife overbooked her planned events for the
PanaGals. She had a visit and walking
tour of Boston planned; I was doing some mental rain dancing. I knew she wouldn’t be driving into Boston so
I was going to be nominated. I’m not
saying I wasn’t in tip top shape after our Saturday party exertions but I will unequivocally
state I was genuinely pleased when the event was taken off the dance card.
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| Church in the Pines |
I later learned it was not removed because of a lack of
energy on the part of the PanaGals. They
heard the shopping in Boston was significantly more expensive and that was all
it took. We all went to church together where
mass was conducted outside in the pine trees.
This was followed by a fellowship lunch where everybody sat together on
one long table. A passing rain shower
dropped a very few light rain drops which was enough to send these natives of
one of the wettest nations on earth running pell-mell for the car (I think it’s
a preservation of the hairdo drill).
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| PanaGals and Escort at the Lunch |
We returned home and the Gals departed shortly after
noontime saying they had a few items to exchange and some “minor” last minute
shopping. I immediately assumed couch potato
position #1, assisted by the Wonder Pooch to watch the latest Red Sox implosion
in the suddenly deafeningly silent house.
An entire baseball game and two movies later they still had not
returned.
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| It Was a Long Table |
My sister (the nurse) had agreed to come up to give my
sister in law a needed injection prior to their flight today since we were all
too squeamish to stick needles in her. Unfortunately
the coordination for this support took place in the after-after-party following
last week’s wedding. We may not have
been on top of our game at that point of the night in terms of specifics. So my sister and brother in law showed up
shortly after the 8pm return of the PanaGals to give the shot that needed to be
done this morning (not last night).
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| Buddy Saying Goodbye to One of his Benefactors Yesterday I Swear He's Put on a Couple Pounds From all the Extra Treats he Begged from them |
We compromised on a quick class from my sister on how to
give the shot – an orange was sacrificed in this effort. They departed for dinner while I burned some
steaks on the barbecue as a going away dinner for the exhausted PanaGals. My sister, over dinner, felt so bad about the
miscommunication that she and the brother in law returned to spend the night;
much to the delight of the squeamish amongst us.
This provided them the opportunity to witness one of nature’s great marvels – a PanaGal suitcase packing event. While we watched a movie there was a constant hum from upstairs as the various and sundry purchases from the past two weeks were cajoled into transportation mode back to Panama. I was summoned at various points to perform the weigh-in of the different suitcases in the constant battle against airline weight limits. A camouflaged backpack that was purchased as a gift was pressed into service as a carry-on bag to solve some weighty issues which should make a real fashion statement as they move through the airports. They finally declared victory shortly before midnight so they could get a full three hours of sleep. It’s how they roll.
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| The Results of the Packing - The Back of the Car This Morning |
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