I
know. The title bears explanation and will confuse those outside my family who
have been laughing at me for the past couple days. Let me explain. I’ve been
struggling with keeping the top of the head bandage in place overnight. Despite
my best efforts, apparently my head likes to wander at night. This leads to the
bandage migrating with it and not always staying on top of the wound. Since it
is anchored in the stubble of my Friar Tuck haircut, the bonding doesn’t always
hold it in place. I tried, but couldn’t find an old running cap I used to wear
when I was allowed to run. My Favorite Panamanian came up with a remarkable solution.
She fished an old pair of her panties out of storage and emplaced them on my
head to wear while I'm sleeping. It worked, although with entirely too much laughter from her.
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| The Thunder Run Gang |
That
laughter was minor compared to the reaction of Great Aunt to my new sleep
system. She said I had to post a picture, mainly because I never hesitate to
post pictures of others which may not capture them in their best light. After
some initial resistance, I decided it would only be fair, so here is the one
and only photo in existence of the Mark 1 Panty Cranial Bandage Stabilization
System. My Favorite Panamanian, taking pity on my sleeping system delved into the
storage area and found the missing running cap so the panty system has been
retired. It was funny while it lasted, and hey, it worked. Great Aunt came up
with another great line last night during the First Friday Family Facetime
call. I reported I was getting an X-ray on my foot which has been bothering me
for a long while. She said, you know, you’re hurting from head to toe. Painfully
true, in a number of ways.
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| The System |
Of
course, as previously stated, the best medicine for pain is hanging with old friends.
I admirably accomplished that. Okay, most of the admiration should be ascribed
to my magnificent high school friends. I made my first 2024 thunder run back to
my hometown on Thursday for the stated purpose of morale embellishment. I wasn’t
sure if anyone other than Keene Friend and the Cantankerous One would attend
since it was a middle of the week thing (although technically qualifying as
Weekend Eve). As is always the case with this bunch, they over achieved. My Kindergarten
Friend, the Connecticut River Boat Captain, Keene Friend 2, and another classmate
and her husband all showed up at Penuche’s to spend the afternoon catching up
and comparing winters. I think I won that contest, although Cantankerous
wandered the French Alps for a bit (I’ll still take the beach).
As
required when we gather, there was a semi-conscious phone call to the PCR. He
was his usual gruff self (I think it’s mostly because he wishes he was sitting
next to us), so we called upon his wife to lighten up the mood. We tried unsuccessfully
to get his commitment to join us in November for the pub crawl, hope will continue
to spring. They were excited about the upcoming nuptials for their youngest son
which had the Keene Friend and I planning a road trip to Cleveland. I also made
a call, I think, to my daughter where Keene Friend volunteered to help Wingman
with an upcoming work project. At a certain point, inexplicably, things got a
little foggy (at least the head stopped hurting for a while).
My
Favorite Panamanian was doing her usual Thunder Run activity, shopping. She spent
a lot of time at Home Depot planning a remodel of our first-floor bathroom.
That’s going to be interesting. As the sun set, the Penuche’s survivors return to
Keene Friend’s house to await her return. She didn’t bother to check her texts
and showed up at Penuche’s, which had been overrun by college kids by that
point. She eventually found us. We did the usual Margarita’s dinner and then
returned to Keene Friend’s house where my Favorite Panamanian received a
belated birthday cake form our host. Pre-warned, I had secretly smuggled Bonecrusher
up for the occasion. A great day, spent with some truly excellent people and I
forgot about the constant thrum of pain for a while. A prodigious day.
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| I get to Hang with Special People |
In
my A-Z watch, two fell since I last posted, both keepers, Anyone But You (new
addition), funny rom-com, whoever said Sweeney wasn’t attractive needs their eyes
checked and Hunter Killer, a simply great submarine thriller, gets better
every time I watch it.
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RECURRING CHARACTERS:
ABFA – Amazing Best Family
Athlete - my daughter
in law; BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – granddaughter
#3; BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel -
second granddaughter; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue
about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; CRC - Connecticut
Riverboat Captain – another close friend from high school, renowned sailor
of the big river; Curbside Girls – close
friends of my daughter acquired during him her single days in Brooklyn; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which
grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of
course); FBR - First Blog Reader -
first granddaughter; First Friday –
celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Great Aunt - my elder sister; Keene
Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene,
NH; Kindergarten Friend – friend
since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife –
her US sisters, my wife is the 3rd Musquetera (musketeer); Namesake Nephew –
son of Great Aunt and Soxfather named after me; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia
member; 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; PCR - Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor
Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; PCR+1 - Pittsburgh College Roommate’s wife; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog; Seis Amigos
- two couples from our condo complex and my wife and I; Soxfather – my brother in law; Tia Loca – wife’s younger
sister; Wingman
– my son in law; Wingmom –
Wingman’s mom, of course
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