Conclavist Sendoff

Yesterday was the only day this week that I was scheduled to spend entirely in Worcester. That didn’t mean it was a day of rest. I’m not trying to exaggerate or say that I’m as tired as the Yankees were yesterday from all the running around the base paths they did at Fenway Park, but I digress. Yesterday was also the last full day in the U.S. for the latest edition of PanaGals.

My Wife in the Chair Next to her Two Buddies

My wife’s two best buddies from high school followed what seemed to be the required itinerary for visiting Panamanian women which meant a lot of shopping. Of course that could be my wife’s influence – going with one of her strengths. They did have to purchase additional suitcases to transport all of their loot home.

From the Other Side

The Worcester Chapter of the Panamanian Mafia was not going to let them leave without a proper sendoff though. A conclave was therefore called and almost the entire organization showed up at our house after dinner last night. My wife prepared a number of her special desserts, which I (of course) could not sample due to keto restrictions. The remnants should last until my Friday keto holiday though. It was the first time for many in the new house and there were a number of comments asking when we got a grandfather clock and a larger TV. The answers were 1997 for the clock and nearly three years ago for the TV. They were never noticed in the much larger Charlton house.

Me Sharing Some Laughs with the Next Door Mafiosos

The group held forth in the living room for several hours and since we’re talking Panamanians here there was a liberal supply of laughter as well (that could have been the infusion of Culitos wine). The two PanaGals felt I was being too strict with their good friend Buddy the Wonder Pooch (he’s charmed yet another generation) by restricting him to the basement. Buddy haughtily took his place in the middle of the living room and promptly passed gas in sufficient volume to have the entire room gasping for air. He spent the rest of the evening in the basement. I’m going to miss the non-stop conversation that’s dominated the house for past couple weeks and not just because my wife will now be free to exercise her supervisory rights more freely. Panamanians bring a joy of life and comradery that is both infectious and completely undeniable.

The PanaGal From January Who Lost Her mom Yesterday

We did receive more sad news yesterday when an earlier PanaGal visitor reported the sudden demise of her mother. It’s been a bad week for parents in my small world.  She made a real impression on the gathered mafia and there were several calls to her last night from the group. All of our thoughts and prayers are with her and her family.