We’re experiencing that rarest of events,
especially for this time of year in Las Lajas, today– a gloomy day. Even as I’m
writing this the sun just broke through and is burning off the cloud cover that
uncharacteristically covered my morning beach workout. It was the remnant of a vigorous
overnight rainstorm, complete with thunder and lightning. It is yet another sign
that the rainy season is about to descend upon us which in turn spells the end
of our stay down here. Anyone who spent time in Panama during the rainy season
(May-December) will understand the need to escape the torrential rains and
pervasive humidity. I, of course, may be a bit prejudiced against it because I harken
back to my lieutenant days when I spent a lot of time in the Panamanian jungle
getting soaked for days on end. Granted, life is a whole lot easier now, what with
the condo on the beach, but I do remember those days in the jungle being
amongst the worst in my time in the Army (you ever try to fall asleep with rain
falling on your face – you have to be really, really tired). I was so fortunate
to be surrounded by some of the best Soldiers I ever served with, who suffered
alongside me.
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| Sitting with All my Friends for Sunset Yesterday |
Yeah. I’m feeling a little reflective today.
That happens when I must contemplate leaving this paradise in a couple weeks. I’m
actually looking forward to that. Yesterday I was on my own for the First
Friday of the Week sunset ceremony. It was an amazing sunset with the sky lit up for a full 360 degrees (rare that). The Upstairs Neighbors were escorting their
visitors to Panama City for their long flight home while my Favorite Panamanian
was once again in church. I like to think she spends so much time there because
she realizes what a long pull she has when it comes to praying for my soul. As
I sat alone on the beach for that truly remarkable sunset, I brooded about how
much smaller the world is getting.
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| That Sunset |
I know what generated that line of thought.
We had our usual First Friday Family Facetime call and Wingman joined us from
Australia. He’s touring there with his band and woke up just in time to join
us. It’s probably because I’m in Panama that these thoughts invaded. I remember,
back in those lieutenant days, when I had to go to the post office and rent a
booth to make a phone call to the States (like the time I called my mom to tell
her I was getting married in a couple months - ouch). Now, I push a button on
an iPad and I’m looking at not only my sister, my kids, and grandkids back in
the States, but Wingman in Australia. The Upstairs Neighbors’ visitors, who
spent the week admiring the sunsets with us on the beach are now in the air, somewhere
over the Atlantic, winging their way home to the Middle East. A couple weeks from
now I hope to be sitting down with my high school classmates in a small town in
New Hampshire. Yep, a much smaller world.
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| Wingman in Australia |
Those visitors, before they left, had the
opportunity to meet the other two members of the Seis Amigos, which should be
required for any visit to this beautiful country. I currently am the only
resident of the condo complex. My Favorite Panamanian created a fabulous cake
but I didn’t get even a sniff of it. She made it for a group of underprivileged
children whom the church is hosting for lunch today. I did my part, in addition
to fighting off the urge to steal a piece of cake, by helping her make sandwiches
last night. So, she’s back in the village pursuing sainthood while I’m left
alone to do my reflective bit. It is strange, for a weekend, that I’m the only
one here as we usually get some of the Panamanian condo owners in. This gives
me a full appreciation for the Upstairs Neighbors and their companionship.
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| Four of the Seis Amigos in Panama City |
I’ve done my usual reading of the entire
Travis McGee series (an annual event here on the beach) and, after knocking off
a couple new books that showed up on the kindle, I started re-reading another
of my favorite book series, the Matthew Scudder novels penned by Lawrence Block.
It’s been a while since I revisited old friend Matt and I am once again caught
up in his world as he struggles with guilt, crime, and alcohol. He’s such a compelling
character who has to do a lot of introspection which is in line with my current
mood. New York City is another character in all the Scudder novels and I once
took a day trip to NYC just to visit all the different Scudder haunts Block writes
about. That was one of the coolest days I’ve ever had, despite being by myself.
Well, time to sign off, the sun is back out, gloom displaced and the waves are
calling for my boogie board. It’s a tough life, but someone etc. etc.
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| My Wife's Cake for the Kids (damn 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 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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