An editorial comment here. We got back to the condo on Sunday, February 23rd and learned the condo internet would be down until Wednesday at the earliest as they are installing a new wi-fi system. This means I can’t post this on Sunday as I am writing it. I’ll continue to write and then post when the internet returns. I’m sorry, because this means you’ll get an avalanche of news once Frail Deeds does return and you won’t be able to ration your exposure to my blighted text. So, you’ve got that to look forward (dread) to. I’m breaking up the posts up. This first will cover some of the last few days of the visit of my favorite daughter and the FBR.
As I write this, they are safely back in
frozen New Jersey and while we’re sad they’re gone I know Wingman is more than
pleased to have his family back. This will also give my back a chance to
recover. I looked in the mirror last night and it looks like I was locked in a cage
with a pissed off cat. The top of my shoulders are scratched like the tabby
thought I was the evening meal. The scratches are a result of the game the FBR decided
we would play every time we were in the pool together (which was a lot). She
would latch onto my swim shirt and my job was to find a way to dislodge her.
Sounds simple. I know. It wasn’t.
Coming Out of the Surf with my Boogie Buddy
FBR Spots my Daughter Relaxing on a Float
She would dig her claws in and I would
swim an extended time underwater only to find her grinning at me. It got to the
point I would do a handstand followed by a backwards flip and she would still
be there with her maddening smile. She is so at home in the water that I think
some of my aquatic genes must have been passed down to her. The only way I
could dislodge her was tickling but that seemed like cheating. The FBR agreed
that it was. If I was free for a short time, she was in hot pursuit and while I
could stay ahead of her for a while, she had reserves of energy only a nine
year can tap into. I’m sixty years past that ability and would eventually tire resulting
in the claws digging into the shoulders again. I loved it.
Daughter Ends up in the Water
I was relieved at times by my Favorite Panamanian
and daughter but the FBR seemed to save her most dedicated efforts for me. Both
my daughter and wife learned it was not safe to mount one of the floating seats
if the FBR was in the pool with them. She honed her technique by waiting until
her target was resting comfortably and hem attacked to spill them into the water.
As mentioned in an earlier post, she did not appreciate my attempts at my
morning swimming workout. She either jumped on my shoulders when I tried to
swim and waited until I was in full motion before she disconnected my anchor
line. She thought this was high comedy.
Miss my Crazy FBR
Rained Out Sunset 
Crew Relocates to Balcony for Sunset
She found us marching up and down the exterior
hallway. My daughter and the FBR were playing songs on her iPhone which
broadcast them to a speaker which started the FBR dancing. I said I wanted a
chance to choose some songs, so every third one was my choice (usually associated
with some epic eye rolls from the daughter). Needless to say, I led off with
Scotland the Brave in bagpipe music followed by a few marching songs. For every
song, we would dance around the condo and the FBR thought this was high adventure.
For my songs we did exaggerated marching which had us all laughing, which is
what my wife saw hen she came out of the elevator. It was a nine-year-old kind
of thing to do but, even at my advanced age, being a nine year old again is
almost soul cleansing. Way too much fun.
Rest of the Crew Upstairs
Reading Time 
Helping Abuela with Cake
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| Lots of Sprinkles |
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 her single days in Brooklyn; Czech Connection – Czech couple who’ve become good friends along with their daughter (the Czech Shadow); 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 (whom I miss more than I can ever explain); Tia Loca – wife’s younger sister; Wingman – my son in law; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course
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