The first day of my vacation was spent enjoying both of my
kids back in the house together for the first time in too long a time. My son seems almost serene about the impending
nuptials although he is casting a nervous eye on the weather reports out of
Hawaii, the honeymoon destination. For
the first time in 25 years a hurricane is bearing down on Hawaii and a second one
is right behind it. I’m thinking the
combined karma of these two young people is more than enough to ensure the
islands are spared any delaying damage.
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| The Impending Groom Was Back |
We’re getting more confident about the weekend weather
report up in Nashua where the wedding goes down. Although this is still New England and
nothing is secure, it is supposed to be a fantastic weekend, weather wise.
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| Buddy Reaping the Benefits of Squirrel Clearing Operations |
Yesterday also saw the final gathering of the clan of
wedding guests. One of the musqueteras
from Virginia unwisely threw her lot in with Amtrak. She booked a train that would drop her off in
Hartford so we wouldn’t have the long drive to New Haven to pick her up. There were so many delays that we ended up
picking her up in Hartford and then continuing down the New Haven to pick up
Wing Man. The musquetera had changed
trains in New Haven an hour before she returned with us; so she got to see a
bunch of Connecticut (always a treat). Connecticut
put up a token effort at throwing traffic at us but they were decisively defeated
by my daughter and her trusty I-phone.
She navigated us around a construction site so efficiently that we
almost set a record for the ride back from New Haven, even with the detour (we
might have shaded some traffic laws in the process, just saying).
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| A House Full of Latinas The Well Traveled Musquetera on Far Left |
The musquetera was thrust into the mix of Latina
conversations ebbing and flowing constantly throughout the house. The house sprouted a fifth bedroom to accommodate
the musquetera; the living room was sacrificed in this effort.
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| Our New Fifth Bedroom |
The gringos settled in to watch a late Red Sox
game despite all their struggles and it was fun to share cogitations on their fractious
season. It’s so fun to have such a full
house, it’s an all too rare experience. We concluded our consultation on the follow on blog-name for the MEF since she'll surrender her fiance status on Saturday. This will be revealed in good time.
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| Son, Wing Man, and Daughter Cogitating |
A Jack Reacher short story dropped into my lap, or more
accurately, my kindle, yesterday and met its fate almost immediately. The story, “Just a Drill”, saw Jack hitchhiking
up I-95 though Maine because he wanted to see the end of that highway. Lee
Child delivers a short well written episode where Jack meets up with some
seemingly innocent Canadians and a mysterious military road block in the wilds
of Western Maine. It was a short
tantalizing taste of my favorite literary hero but the best news was the
included afterword which informed that the next full length book will be published
shortly so I’ll get a full Reacher fix.
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