There
are some activities in life that reach beyond the normal enjoyment of life in general.
Spending time with granddaughters certainly fills that category. Our bedroom is
right next to the FBR’s and she’s appointed herself as our morning wakeup call.
She’s under parental orders not to emerge from her bedroom until 7am when her
alarm light goes off. On Sunday morning she actually slept in, a highly unlikely
situation. Around 8 I knocked on the adjoining wall and she came flooding into the
room but I was to pay for this indiscretion.
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| Two of my Favorite Ladies |
Her
parents returned from their weekend sojourn and it was so great hanging out with
the entire crew. Around 6:30am on Monday the FBR began an incessant banging on our
wall, obviously a trick she learned from her grandpa, hence the payment I was
speaking about. I rushed to her room to quiet her down before her parents heard
and correctly assigned blame to our presence in the house. As fate would have
it, I met my daughter as I was leaving the FBR’s room. My daughter only gave me
a tired smile at the antics of her daughter.
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| The Dynamo Yesterday |
I
set up he computer in the basement for the couple hours of work I have to do
each day. I quickly learned to use the mute button during the zoom calls to
cover the sound of an energetic five-year-old running back and forth on the
floor above. I am greeted like a returning hero every time I journey upstairs; so
much so that I occasionally go up just to get the greeting. We had a lot of fun
chasing rockets in the back yard yesterday even if the temps were a little brisk.
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| So Much Fun |
We’ve
taken to watching movies with my daughter and Wingman each of the past two
nights as my daughter walks us through some of the Oscar nominated films. We
watched Minari and the Father over the past couple nights. Both films were excellent
although The Father made me nervous as it dealt with an aging father and I was
the only aging father in the room. There’s a pivotal scene in Minari which
involves the routine of burning trash. This brought back memories of my own
youth I had all but forgotten. It was one of my routine chores in the early
1960s to take the family trash to the back yard and burn it in an oil drum back
there. Every house had this which is probably a good reason it was eventually
banned. Can you even imagine what kind of pollution that created not to mention
whether it was wise to have young children burning things in the backyard without
supervision? Times have changed. I don’t think the FBR’s parents would even
consider sending her out back with a book of matches.
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| Not Sure what the Belly Baring Means |
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RECURRING CHARACTERS
BR3 – 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; Kindergarten
Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; 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); 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
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