I was fortunate enough to speak with (or at least at) all three granddaughters last evening. My daughter was walking the FBR through one of her dinner time meltdowns which seem to happen whenever the iPad is removed from her control. I think this bodes ill for continued access to that device surrounding dinner time. The two New Hampshirites were a little more jazzed, Riggins, though, not so much. Riggins went from being the number one attraction in the household to a distant third place behind the BRS and BR3. He’s borne that demotion and countless other indignities inflicted by my granddaughters with stoic benevolence. I can swear though you can see the pain in eyes with each new humiliation. Last night he was sporting a bright blue barrette in his fur, courtesy of the BRS and you could see that look in his eyes. BR3’s hair continues to expand and she was able to get her first ever pony tail or whatever the proper nomenclature is for that bundle of hair on top of her head.
BR3 First Ever Hair Style
The
street renovation continues apace today, much to my chagrin when I’m trying to
conduct zoom meetings. I think they search the internet for my meeting times
and then schedule excavations directly in front of the house to coincide. They
opened up two huge holes to emplace the sewer and storm water drain access
manholes. It’s created an interesting obstacle course down the street.
Riggins Also Was Styled
I
watched a really good movie last night in Cry Macho. The title is misleading, especially
for a movie starring and directed by Clint Eastwood. The titular character is a
rooster named Macho who accompanies Clint and his young Mexican charge on a
road trip across central Mexico in the late 1970s. It’s an interesting coming
of age story for the young Mexican who blessed with two highly dysfunctional
parents. Clint’s job is to take the youngster north to Texas to be with his
father while his mother sends thugs and the federales after them to prevent it.
The move moves right long as you would expect in an Eastwood movie but not
without engaging the characters, because this is all about characters. Eastwood
is obviously way too old for the part he plays but he makes it work, really
well. This may very well be his swan song in front of the cameras and if so, it’s
a poignant send off. I’ll imagine him dancing away his remaining days in that
obscure cantina with a beautiful senorita.
Front of House Today
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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