Saturday Rarity

Okay, so a rare Saturday post on Frail Deeds. It’s not as if there’s a whole lot else to do given it’s pouring outside and there is literally nowhere to go. Saturday’s rare posts have nothing to do with my seemingly over energetic celebration of the First Friday of each week either. I will have you know that I have continued that celebration at home each Friday evening during the pandemic, much to the consternation of my Favorite Panamanian. I made some huge points with her this morning however. Her two week self-quarantine period ends tomorrow which means I get to hug her for the first time since her return tomorrow night. This morning when I heard her stirring around upstairs I had the Alexa play, “One Day More” from Les Miserables. I cranked up the volume and as I said, huge points. One day more, a day of destiny.

The New Reality FBR Attending Class

Great Aunt roped the family into a really fun game via text messaging yesterday. She published a picture that supposedly had objects from 66 movies featured in it. It’s an on line game that each person is supposed to name one movie. She opened it up and it soon developed into a spirited game between my daughter and I, the family’s two over the top designated movie nuts. I was trying to get some work done at the office while this was going on but it was too much fun to ignore. We ended up naming 64 of the movies and predictably my daughter vanquished me 33 to 28. I was an idiot of course trying to see the objects on my small IPhone screen instead of pulling it up my huge office monitor which sat right in front of me.

The granddaughter entertainment hour for our nightly Facetime calls was on point last night. The BRS continued her upside down pizza eating tendencies although she did learn the important lesson of trying to eat pizza when it is still too hot. She then demanded her dad sit next to her to watch a nature show. There was a section on elephants which she kept imitating hilariously. She got visibly upset when she thought the elephant herd was drowning. My son tried to explain through his own laughter that they were simply taking baths in the river and spraying each other.

Class Room

The FBR was her usual precocious self. At one point she proclaimed to her parents that when she got old she would only do adult things and that she would take care of both of them. This from a four year old. She also repeated a complicated saying (which I cannot for the life of me recall now) I had used perfectly even though she had never heard it before. She didn’t get a movie night last night because of a problematic Monday behavior level but hopes to makes amends with a good Saturday so she can see Bambi.

Happier Times Almost Exactly 1 Year Ago

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RECURRING CHARACTERS                                           

BR3 – inbound granddaughter #3, BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law; 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 3^rd musquetera (musketeer); Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog; 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; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her single days in Brooklyn