I’m
still waiting for the arrival of Hurricane Henri because what we went through yesterday
didn’t qualify as a significant rain storm, much less a full-fledged hurricane.
It was a popcorn fart of a tempest. I guess it did have some impact along the shore
but we didn’t even get minor winds, much less the forecast gales. I was a
little pissed at all the time I spent moving flower pots and other Deckzilla accoutrement
to save it from the absent winds. I don’t know how the forecasters could get it
this wrong, but here were no apologies this morning as they focused on the small
damage along the coast. I had warned the resident Panamanians that we had this
massive storm bearing down upon us only to look like Chicken Little at his most
hyperbolic.
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| The Fun Group Last Night |
My
disappointment at the lack of low pressure was more than rescued with a sudden invite
form the Neighborhood Mafioso to join them for dinner. It turned out to be one
of the most enjoyable nights I’ve had in recent memory. I can’t remember
laughing as much in one sitting as the conversation veered through a wide
variety of subjects ranging from the Beatles to 1960s television shows and
1960s music. I made a couple of huge faux pas, claiming George Harrison wrote
Knock, Knock, Knocking on Heaven’s Door, confusing it with My Sweet Lord. This
was especially grievous since I was a huge fan of Bob Dylan. I rescued my
wounded pride by leading a rendition of Lay Lady Lay.
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| Late Arriving Photo from Saturday |
My
second social blunder involved my use of Spanish profanity. One of the fellow
guests is a well-known jokester and was famous within the group for discovering
a Spanish wine named after posteriors. With the intake of beer, my confidence
in Spanish soars, sometimes beyond the bounds of common sense and I used the wrong
word to describe the wine. Unfortunately there was only one other person in the
group who didn’t understand Spanish. My mother-in-law seemed especially shocked
to hear my description. I entered into a beer laden conspiracy with the husband
of the Neighborhood Mafioso. My Favorite Panamanian keeps a close eye on my
beer consumption during our visits there and my host decided we needed to
smuggle a couple extra by the intense scrutiny. It turned into a fun game with
the other guests watching amusedly as empties were surreptitiously replaced
with full ones. I don’t think my wife was fooled that much but it was fun game
while it lasted. The same could be said spending time with these more than excellent
people.
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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; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course; 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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