BRS and ABFA Sharing a Joke |
I returned from my early morning swim
yesterday to find my Favorite Panamanian sitting on our bedroom couch looking
kind of shaky. I jokingly asked why she was up so early but that humor quickly fled
when I realized she wasn’t kidding around. While I was gone for my workout she
was awakened from a dead sleep by the entire array of home smoke alarms going
off. One of the “benefits” of the recent renovation is that once one alarm goes
off every other one in the house cooks off as well. You can imagine the shock
of being summoned from a sound sleep by a veritable cacophony. This would have
been all well and good except she was just about recovered from a strained back
incurred whilst working in her vast garden complex.
Finished the Side of House Stone Emplacement |
Leaping from the bed in reaction to the
alarms was not a therapeutic procedure and I was also witnessing the aftermath
from the surge of adrenaline that spiked in reaction. She was genuinely concerned
that she was experiencing some sort of health emergency. I thought she was more
scared of what her body was telling her than anything else. She’s not easily scared
(except by snakes) so this in turn had me concerned. This resulted in a lost
day for her as I told her she should spend the entire day resting. We even
canceled another date night movie to allow her the respite. Fortunately she as
feeling much better this morning after an alarm free rest.
BRS has a Dedicated Drawer where She Has a Lot of Fun with Dad |
We had a bunch of windows open so something
must have blown in to set off the initial alarm. It’s a medical themed week
since I had my 6 month follow-up to the annual physical. I committed to
relating health status to Great Aunt upon penalty of severe pain so I’m happy
to report the doctor was happy also. I was less though when he related that I’d
reached the ten year anniversary of my last colonoscopy – something to look
forward to! He did excuse me from having to take a daily dose of baby aspirin which
I really appreciated since that resulted in arterial flow every time I sustained
even a modest cut, which is almost guaranteed whenever I work in the yard. He
also prescribed a vaccine shot for a shingles vaccine but that proved fruitless
when the pharmacy said there was a nationwide shortage and put me on a waiting list.
Out Walking the Neighborhood |
Lovin' on her Biddy Riggins |
We had a very fun talk with the BRS
last night who was at her energetic best as my son tried to clean her up after
the food explosion that constitutes her evening meal. The BRS then took her dad
out for a walk around the neighborhood. She has adjusted very well to her move
up to the toddler room in the day care center. The ABFA reports my son is a little
concerned that the male to female ratio in this new room is heavily male so
probably contains some future boyfriends. I could only laugh and tell him it
will get progressively worse as the years pass. The FBR by contrast was what
has become typically un-communicative during our call. We did learn from her
mother that she had helped create some egg salad sandwiches at her day care
class and the FBR was quick to point out that she hadn’t eaten any of it. So
she did breed true after all, taking a page right out of her grandfather’s
book.
Tuesday night date night (before the alarms)
had us at the cinema for Godzilla King of the Monsters. This was a very fun ride on
the absurdity scale which is what makes these movies so entertaining. It could
have been better if the humans could have stayed out of the way a little more.
Coach Taylor seemed in a perpetual frenzied state whilst 11 from Stranger
Things, as his on screen daughter, proved she is ready for bigger things. I
guess the frenzy is understandable as the world reels from an onslaught of
immense monsters started by his estranged wife but he could have toned it down.
Godzilla is the hero here fighting against a three headed space dragon (yep!).
The script must have been penned by a frustrated Yankee fan because poor Fenway
Park takes a savage beating in the climactic battle. The advance of CGI
technology means the monsters are more “realistic” than the iconic 1960’s versions
but this is still a lot of harmless fun (except if you were standing near the
real Green Monster).
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RECURRING
CHARACTERS
BRS
- Blog Reader the Sequel
- second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog
Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA –
Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent FiancĂ© & MEG –
Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman
– my son in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2
– friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since
grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to
attract women; Pittsburgh College
Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which
grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two
close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rd musquetera
(musketeer); Buddy – AKA the Wonder
Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy,
son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals – female relatives/friends of
my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin
Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we
have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood
Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of
course); First Friday – celebrations
to mark the First Friday of the Week; Excellent
Boss – my former direct boss at work; Deckzilla
Dude – senior citizen carpenter/contractor; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every
Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with
demeanor issues
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