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| The G.O.A.T. |
Yesterday was colder still than my Sunday
adventures but fortunately I had the NFL to fall back on as an excuse for
extended time in the Man Cave. After the morning rush to accomplish Sunday requirements
I was safely entombed for the Patriots’ game. That was a workmanlike effort as
they walked all over a badly outclassed Rams team. The big news coming out of the
game was Tom Brady becoming the all-time record holder for wins by a
quarterback. It’s nothing short of amazing that he’s till doing what he does in
a league that regularly washes players out shortly after they reach thirty
years of age. Despite all the haters out there he can legitimately claim to be
the best that ever was.
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| In Action Yesterday |
Since my wife finally exhausted her efforts
in the living areas of the house she turned her eyes towards the basement after
the game. She’d seen the state of things when we were retrieving Christmas decorations
and decided the entire storage area needed her unique talents. She knows the
Man Cave is sacrosanct but everything else was in play. I was trying to watch
an old Hitchcock movie whiley she was banging around the other side of the
wall. I eventually got the hint (actually she came in and summoned me) and
wandered over to see what was going on. As usual I was a little stunned by what
she’d accomplished in a very short amount of time.
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| Partying in Cali |
She had amassed a huge pile of items
to be discarded, some had been moved with us for the better part of twenty
years but were no match for her determination to downsize.
Buddy looked particularly concerned
since we were delving into his habitat and any changes would have to be vetted thoroughly
through his olfactory senses. He took up sitting at the head of the stairs and
looking on mournfully as more and more of his hiding spots were reduced. We
shared a look between us that said we both were smart enough not to object at
this point.
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| Best buds |
Earlier in the day we had our FaceTime
call with the Frist Blog Reader. She’d spent the day hanging out with a fellow
toddler who’s become her best friend over their joint first year of existence.
Her friend was already up and walking so my granddaughter, demonstrating a nice
competitive streak, also took a four step jaunt herself. She was, once again,
in constant motion during the call stopping only at the backgammon game to show
us she could throw dice. Each throw was accompanied by a touchdown signal which
she expected us to join in with. I’m guessing she’s spent some time with
Wingman, ardent gamer that he is, learning this. She’s also a fan of Christmas decorations
which will make my Clark Griswold efforts of yesterday worthwhile. Someone
asked me why I didn’t show photos of the lights lit up – so here you go.
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| 3rd Floor Corner Is Ours |
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| Seen from the High Tide Mark |
I received another set of photos on the
Panamanian condo construction. One offers a very good view of what will be our
master bedroom. Another was an updated artist rendering of the finished
product. They claim to still be on track for a February finish. Every time I
see one of these photos the retirement bell starts tolling in my subconscious.
Right now it’s fairly distant, barely perceptible, but distinctive nonetheless.
Waking up to this scene this morning made the beach at Las Lajas a lot more enticing.
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| Fun Drive in this Morning |
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