We
finally received our house guest yesterday as the PanaGal delayed overnight in
Ft Lauderdale arrived in Hartford yesterday. The only issue was a scheduled car
service appointment I had scheduled an hour before her flight was set to land.
This meant no drop off and pick up later as I spent a delightful 45 minutes in
the waiting room as the car was serviced. We hit the road about ten minutes
before the flight landed seventy seven miles away. I know this because of the
ole GPS technology.
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| House Now has Two Panamanians in Residence |
That
technology came in handy because I thought I was going to have to subject
myself to extended time in that traffic maelstrom known as Connecticut; not for
the faint of heart at he height of summer vacation time. It turns out the
Hartford Airport is actually closer to Springfield, Massachusetts than
Hartford. The trip to the airport was 77 miles regardless of whether I was
using I-84 though Connecticut or the Mass Pike to Springfield. This was a no
brainer as I sailed past the exit for I-84 noting that the majority of traffic
and nearly all the 18-wheelers were taking that exit. I may have exceeded a few
traffic regulations but, after negotiating deboarding, and baggage claim our target
was only waiting a few minutes when we pulled up less than an hour after we
left Worcester (okay, maybe more than a few).
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| Willing to Bet this is Connecticut |
I
was entertained on the drive back by the nearly non-stop conversation between
my Favorite Panamanian and the PanaGal. Highly entertained, I should say. We
made it back in plenty of time for an afternoon meeting I had scheduled as well
as an opportunity to mow the lawn since it had been a whole five days since I
had to last do that. When will the rain stop? We’ve already set a record in Worcester
for the most rain ever in a July and we had another loud thunderstorm overnight.
We
ended the day on an extremely high note though as the Panamanians were
returning from, you guessed it, some shopping, and they stopped off at the
neighborhood mafioso’s home. I learned this an hour later when a phone call interrupted
a duel I was having with a very stubborn rabbit in the back yard. I had hit him
square four different times with the bb gun and he kept coming back for more
snacks in the garden. I finally scored a direct hit into his 4
th
point of contact which had him jumping five feet in the air and disappearing
for good (Great Aunt just rolled her eyes while reading this in sympathy with the
bunny). While talking with my wife, the Neighborhood Mafioso yelled “cerveza!”
in the background and I shortly found myself seated on their back deck enjoying
their company and a couple cervezas. We also got to take a few potshots at
their backyard rabbits. A busy, but very good day.
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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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