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| My Good Morning Grandpa Photo from the BRS |
I’ve written before about my penchant to
try and piece together my genealogical history. Yesterday I finally succumbed to
Ancestery.com’s relentless marketing campaign and will be trying out a six
month membership. I’ve only spent a few minutes on line with it but I’ve
already discovered the names of great grandparents on my mother’s side that I never
knew about. I also tracked down my mother’s biological father who may have been
quite a character. In three official documents that I am certain refer to him list
with the following birthplaces: Quebec, Canada; Grosvenordale, Connecticut; and
an undefined place in Massachusetts. I’m sure there’s a story there that will
be kind of fun trying to track down. Interestingly Grosvenordale is only about
20 miles from where I’m writing this.
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| The Newest Garden I created on Sunday |
On a much more current familial
connection my Favorite Panamanian continues to revel in her day long adventures
with the BRS. It’s easy to see they’re forming a bond – kind of hard to avoid
when my wife is involved. Yesterday was the first day she had Riggins along to
assist. She reports that he has taken a very protective disposition towards the
BRS. Whenever she cries he immediately goes to her door and actually growled
when he heard my wife coming up the stairs to tend to her until he was sure she
was on the approved access roster.
Since Great Aunt requires health
updates I can report to her that I had a mid-year checkup yesterday and the
doctor was very happy with my blood pressure. It had started to creep up in
last year’s physical but apparently getting back to swimming three days a week
solved that issue. Great Aunt herself reports her second bionic knee has been a
bit more of a painful process than the first one but she already exceeding her physical
therapist’s range of motion goal – which sounds painful.
I finished off my latest foray into
the Roman legions with the next in RW Peake’s excellent Marching with Caesar,
Rebellion. The hero of the first seven books, Titus Pullo, dies peacefully
in his bed at the end of the last book and this one picks up the story of his
adopted son who serves as a centurion in the 8th Legion assigned to
Pannonia. The story bounces back and forth between his actions and that of his
family, notably his son, who Peake has decided to reincarnate Titus Pullo
within. I was drawn to the series because of Peake’s fantastic depiction of
close combat of the legions. He wanders away from that to an extent in this
book with the young Pullo. I’m sure he setting the stage for the next series of
books but I found myself struggling for the first time with this series whenever
we had to follow the ten year old Pullo around.
Since my wife was out of town and
Keene Friend was boarding for the night we decided to indulge in an old
tradition of ours – Bad Cinema! We went to see Action Point which was every bit
as delightfully bad as we hoped, just dreadful. I’m not a big fan of the
Jackass group which is what this film was clearly aimed at and causes me to
question the future of western civilization. Johnny Knoxville is actually a
very likable screen presence but there is no socially redeemable quality to the
puerile plot. I guess this is what happens when axe murderers are not hospitalized.
This is for fans of truly bad cinema to revel in the rampant heinousness depicted.
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