Thursday, May 22, 2025

Bed Uprising

When I was in Panama, I wrote about my Favorite Panamanian’s determination to raise the level of our bed back in Worcester. Before those of you with dirty minds (guilty) can leap to any conclusions I’m talking about the actual height of the bed. We got a new king-sized bed, for the first time, back in November, which I love, mainly for the Leesa mattress (thank you Daughter and Wingman). My wife, however, felt the bed sat too low to the ground. After putting up my usual fruitless argument, she bent me to her will (as she is wont to do). I sent a message back to the States and Keene Friend did a huge favor by measuring the legs on the bed.

The Newly Elevated Bed
We needed these because we have a local carpenter in Panama who is nothing short of a magician. He’d made us a new bed for the condo as well as a couple tables. My wife gave him the measurements and the added height she wanted. He created four wooden stanchions that the bed legs would fit into and lift the bed four inches. There were also four internal legs which he told me how to handle. We lugged the stanchions home and they’ve been awaiting my attention. Since today was scheduled to rain all day and night, a perfect day to stay in, I launched on it this afternoon. Before I continue, I’d like to get tangential and complain about the weather. I know that’s not very New Englander of me, but it’s nearly Memorial Day and we’ve had temperatures in the 40s this week (totally unacceptable).

One of the Stanchions
Back to the bed, earlier this week I painted the stanchions black because that’s what the project manager (my Favorite Panamanian) decreed. I unloaded the mattress form the bed and started lifting the bed onto the stanchions. This is where it got interesting. When Keene Friend did the measuring, he, like I would have, assumed all the bed legs were the same size. They weren’t. Two of the bed legs fit perfectly into the stanchions, but the legs for the head of the bed were twice the size. I said it got interesting. That happens any time I attempt fine carpentry. I told my disconsolate wife that I could make I work by cutting as notch in the two stanchions so the other two legs would fit in. It’s much more difficult than it sounds.

Stanchion in Place on Leg that Fit
I got the first one cut, which, while not resembling a work of art looked like it would work. Buoyed by this unexpected success, I started in on the second with a little too much confidence. That’s when the damned thing split down the side. Calling up all the experience I have watching This Old House, I devised a way to repair the split using pieces of metal I scrounged from my tool box as well as a couple really long screws. In a major surprise, it worked. The only thing remaining was cutting the braces for the internal legs and bolting them on. Again, not as easy as it sounds. With the relentless rain I had to work in the garage, which already had two cars, a discarded storm door, as well as the new toilet and vanity awaiting installation in the downstairs bathroom. In other words, very tight quarters. I managed to get it done without damaging the nearby cars other than exposing them to some very pointed and obscene language (like when the thing split). I re-assembled the bed and in a minor miracle it worked, the bed is now at a wifely approved level and I can once more pledge to never try finished carpentry again. Am praying those screws hold.

My Work Area

Internal Legs Braced

Ready for the Mattress
A very sad note from earlier this week with the death of George Wendt, the beloved Norm of Cheers. Cheers is, without a doubt, my favorite tv series of all time. Every time I see an episode it brings back great memories. I was working on my first Masters degree back in the early 1990s at Providence College. Each Thursday night, after class, I would rush to Great Aunt’s house to watch that week’s Cheers episode with her and Soxfather. I still cherish the memory of those Thursday nights. They were also Cheers nuts and brought me to the old Bull and Finch Pub, which was the name of the bar Cheers was based on in Boston. It’s since become a major tourist trap and renamed Cheers.. I’ve been watching reels on Facebook all week where they show his trademark entrance with the entire bar yelling “Norm" as he walked in. It feels almost as if I’ve lost a beloved cousin. Norm kind of did that for me.

R.I.P. my Old Friend

For date night we watched Fight or Flight. This movie truly surprised me. It’s a goofy action comedy with Josh Hartnett starring as a disgraced secret service agent who’s coaxed back into the business to capture a wanted cyber terrorist on a flight from Bangkok to San Francisco. There are too many plot twists to describe other than to say Hartnett is awesome as he kills his way through the plane loaded with assassins. He’s ably assisted by Charithra Chandran as a spunky flight attendant; she manages to steal the majority of scenes that she’s in. I would hazard a guess that we’ll be hearing a lot more about this actress in the near future. She was great. As was the entire movie which had me laughing as well as cringing as the carnage unfolded. I texted my son as soon as I got home, telling him this was our kind of movie.

Six movies fell in the A-Z watch, four keepers and two jettisons: Parenthood - one of my favorite movies of all time, just timeless; Parker – early Statham action movie and you got love the title; Passenger 57 – 80s action flick that hasn’t aged well, getting rid of; Passengers – despite beyond unacceptable meet-cute, still love this movie; The Passion of the Christ – get enough of this at church, interesting hearing ancient Aramaic and Latin spoken but this is not a repeat watch, getting rid of; and Pathfinder – Viking kid grows up to fight alongside Native American family against more Vikings in Vineland.

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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

Monday, May 19, 2025

Celebrating Five

This past weekend more than lived up to the hype I habitually place in my mind for any anticipated time spent with my son and his family. The added emphasis for this past weekend was the celebration of BR3’s fifth birthday. It should be noted that her parents offered her a number of off-site places to celebrate her birthday but she firmly stated that she wanted the party at home with her school friends. I thought that was kind of neat and says a lot about her great home. Her parents were less thrilled as this meant they had to get the house ready for all the party goers and accompanying parents. When you add two extremely active young daughters and a blind dog you have a recipe for a very busy dance card.

Celebrating BR3
My Favorite Panamanian and I journeyed up to New Hampshire on Friday to assist in that effort. We arrived to find Riggins, in addition to the loss of eyesight, had added a “Cone of Shame” (have to have seen Up to understand that reference). This meant a high degree of spatial awareness was required from all humans as Riggins meandered through the house bouncing off walls and legs. This added to the intricacy for the effort aimed at retrieving the tumbleweeds of Riggins’ fur that were circulating (any owner of a golden retriever knows whereof I speak). The smallest ladies did their part, cleaning up their playroom, although it required a parental threat to return that room to its original configuration as a dining room.

BR3 Opening Presents Friday Night

BRS and BR3 "Helping" to Clean Garage
The ABFA concluded the night’s efforts as she washed the floors just before midnight. Saturday was party day and also their usual events of swim lessons and dance classes. It’s so much easier being a grandparent these days. We stayed at home to complete party prep which included my Favorite Panamanian unveiling her latest birthday cake accomplishment. BR3 wanted a “Bluey” (whatever that hell that thing is) themed cake and, as usual, my wife delivered. She spent long hours Wednesday and Thursday creating another masterpiece. Every time someone sees one of her cakes, they recommend she start a business. We both quickly demure, knowing how much effort she puts in, and this will remain solely an intra-family activity. It was a very cool cake. The guests started arriving just after the final weeds were whacked and the house and grounds more than ready to receive them.

Wife with her Creation
There was supposed to be a bounce house delivered but, for the second year in a row, the weather caused the company to cancel. The predicted rain (other than a couple spittings) failed to materialize which allowed the party to take place outside for the most part. It was fun to see the young kids running around (do they ever walk at that age?) while the parents gathered to witness the maelstrom. We eventually got around to the pinata which seemed determined to maintain its structural integrity despite the repeated assault by the party goers. Eventually the strongest cousin was recruited and dealt the needed death blow followed by the shower of candy.

BR3 with her Gang
This was followed by the cake unveiling to an appropriate level of “Oohs and Ahhs”. The party eventually wore down after a generous infusion of pizza, cake, and ice cream. By bedtime the granddaughters were almost as tired as their grandparents and put up only token resistance to falling asleep. A very good day. We ended up down in my son’s home theater watching a movie on his immense screen (105 inches). It was a great way to end the day. Even though both my wife and I had recently saw the picture, we enjoyed sharing the experience with our son.

Pinata Time for BR3



BRS Got her Whacks in Too
Sunday started with the customary hojaldra breakfast followed by more swimming lessons. I was volunteered to attend church with my Favorite Panamanian and as luck (hers not mine) would have it, she found an announcement in the local church bulletin advertising a planned pilgrimage to Fatima and Lourdes. I got the serious puppy dog look from some of the most lethal eyes on the face of the earth, which I am helpless to resist. We’re going on that trip in October. I received confirmation just a short time ago that we were able to join the group. Looks like I’ll be in Europe for the fourth time in recent years. It’s almost like I’m back in the Army.

Cake Time

Forgot to Bring Bonecrusher

Best Buds
We returned home yesterday, tired (as always when spending time with what I call the energy vampires – they get more active as we become less). I don’t really mind Mondays as much as I used to, what with every day being a Saturday in retirement, but for some reason I scheduled a dentist visit for 8am this morning. It was only for a cleaning but there was the usual amount of indignity as something called a cavitron explored my teeth, followed by the scraping the hygienist really puts her elbows into. That being said, still smiling as I relive the weekend spent celebrating BR, who is now officially a “Big Girl” (her statement not mine).

BR3 and Abuela Sharing Beauty Tips on Nail Application Sunday
Three movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: Pale Rider - Clint back as a ghost avenger; Pandorum – great sci fi/horror flick, back in love with Antje again; Parasite, supremely funny, well deserving of the Oscar win.

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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

Thursday, May 15, 2025

Decked Out

I had a task this week I had been dreading since our return. I had to apply a new coat of sealer and stain on my old friend, Deckzilla. Deckzilla acquired its nom de guerre because of its excessive size (due to an evil collaboration by my Favorite Panamanian and the Neighborhood Mafioso). That size means applying the stain is a monumental task. My back hasn’t been the same since I tried candlepin bowling a few weeks ago, so that made the job even more exciting (not). My wife, to assist with the back, bought a Wagner paint sprayer which would reduce the bending over using a paint brush involves.

Great Lunch Crowd Today
I have a checkered history with paint sprayers, dating back to the early 1990s. I was nervous about getting it to work, mainly because the directions were obviously written in China by someone with a fractured sense of the English language. In a surprise to everyone (myself most of all), I got it to work; for all of one hour. After just one of the three gallons needed to cover the surface, the spray head launched off the sprayer. My Wagner curse re-emerging. Luckily, my Favorite Panamanian was out shopping (where else), so I was left to deal with the situation. The sprayer still dumped a bunch of stain on the deck, so I improvised by applying the stain with the sprayer and then spreading it with a paint brush. While a significant amount of bending over was involved, my back held up and I got all of Deckzilla covered before my supervisor/wife returned. Her one comment was that she spotted a single pine needle that had blown down, so I considered that a win.

Deckzilla Before Picture
Yesterday, after Deckzilla had dried I moved all the flowerpots and furniture back onto station. That was harder than the painting (some of those pots are huge). My Favorite Panamanian was on site for this move as she has doubts about my connection with her flowers and despite depending on my brute force and ignorance, she feels the need to protect her “children” from my rough handling. Deckzilla is officially back in full operation, we’re just waiting for the arrival of new bench cushions she decided it needed (thank you Amazon). Some heavy rain fell today and the sealant is working, keeping the moisture out of the wood, so win.

And After
Today with all the Flowers Back in Place
After that frustrating beginning of the week, I had a real treat today to re-establish morale. My Favorite Panamanian informed me this morning that we were returning to our old Charlton haunts to have lunch with a contingent of the Latina Mafia in Sturbridge. We’d only seen this couple once since our return, as they were leaving a movie we were walking into a couple weeks ago. She’s from Peru and had Peruvian friends visiting along with a couple from Ecuador. We met up in the Cracker Barrel where we had so many meals when we lived in Charlton (being close to the movie theater). I always get a tinge of nostalgia driving west on Route 20, especially when I drive past the now defunct Zorba’s Pizza place (our designated Friday night dinner spot).

Lunch Bunch
Lunch was every bit as fun as anticipated. There’s just something about spending time with old friends that is almost rejuvenating. Of course, my Favorite Panamanian was in her element and when the food had long been sent downrange and it was obviously time to leave, she showed no inclination to abandon the spirited Spanish conversation she was engaged in. There was always one more picture of a granddaughter, or her mother, or our place in Panama, etc. etc. to be shown. I didn’t have to resort to a small crane to get her up, but it was a close thing. Nothing to diminish how much fun it was though. Morale was re-established and tomorrow should get a further and huge nudge in the right direction when we head up to New Hampshire to celebrate BR3’s fifth birthday (the cake is under construction in our kitchen as I write this).

Four movies fell in the A-Z watch, three keepers and one ejection: Out of Time, fascinating detective drama with a young Denzel; Oz, the Great and Powerful, the one I’m getting rid of, just hated Franco’s take on the wizard, wonderous special effects though (maybe I’ll keep it); Pacific Rim, awesome sci-fi with huge man controlled robots fighting dinosaur sized aliens, way over the top; Pacific Rim Uprising, less spectacular sequel, tough to take Charlie Day as an evil genius but Boyega is awesome.

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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

Monday, May 12, 2025

Mother of a Weekend

I believe I accomplished my mission this weekend to properly honor the moms in my life. The lone exception was my daughter who couldn’t make it up to New England this year. We certainly missed her, but reports suggest Wingman stepped up with a hotel stay in the local area. Returning to New England, my son and his family arrived on Saturday to help celebrate Mother’s Day on Sunday. The BRS and BR3 quickly reestablished control over my Favorite Panamanian’s fabulously extravagant shoe collection. At least this let us know where they were in the house as the clicking of high heels in small feet on hard wood floors resounded throughout the weekend. My Man Cave office suffered its usual fate of being transformed into some sort of amusement park as the granddaughters moved their entire collection of toys in.

The Great Moms we Honored Yesterday
We were determined to show my Favorite Panamanian and the ABFA their proper due by letting them sleep in on Mother’s Day which meant a very early wake up for my son as his daughters decided 5:30am was as long as they could be contained. I gained at least an hour more as he successfully corralled them downstairs. We were both on tap to prepare breakfast for the moms. We also had to feed the granddaughters which offered a challenge. The granddaughters demanded hojaldras which prior efforts by my son and I were complete failures as we could never get the proper thin stretch in the dough. The BRS (known in the family as the Hojaldra Queen for her prodigious consumption of same) rode to the rescue. She’d been an attentive student of her abuela and expertly prepared the dough for the ham-handed guys (that would be my son and I).

The Hojaldra Queen Prepping her Breakfast
Son on Breakfast Duty
The ladies eventually came downstairs and received their enthusiastic welcome. They graciously complimented my son and I on the breakfast we prepared and the cards they received. I used to serve the breakfast in bed but eventually realized the moms preferred the sit down version, especially with two energetic young ones flitting about. My son provided his mother with a cherished gift by agreeing to attend church with us. This made two weekends in a  row for the granddaughters and they were looking forward to the children’s liturgy where they escape the mass to go downstairs and color. In a very funny turn of events, BR3 was chosen to carry the book for the group as they departed the main church. She was told to hold it high and she almost fell over backwards with her effort. I thought it was funny to have this acknowledged agent of chaos in charge of the holy book. My son and the ABFA were laughing as they saw BR3 lead the kids out of church, too funny (but you had to be there to fully appreciate).

The Furiously Blushing BR3 Holding up the Book
After mass, we launched into the big event of the day where the ABFA’s more than excellent parents and Great Aunt joined us. After such a soggy week we had a fabulous spring day which allowed us to hang out on Deckzilla. My son and I didn’t do much of the hanging though as we were faced with responsibilities for Mother’s Day dinner. I prepared my signature Sweet Potato dish overladen with an ABFA level of marshmallows while my son prepared the rice. We weren’t going to chance that our culinary abilities were up to the challenge of properly celebrating the ladies so I’d arranged for the main course to be provided by Longhorn Steakhouse. My Favorite Panamanian loves their steak tips. I was surprised how easy it was to arrange and then pick up the meal, which was greeted with a lot of enthusiasm by the honored moms (probably happy they weren’t be forced to eat our cooking).

Abuela Getting her Cards at Breakfast


Ands the ABFA

BRS Created Card
The best part of the day was sitting around the table enjoying each other’s company. I wrote above about honoring the moms in my life and as I sat there looking around the table, I realized how blessed I (and certainly their children) were to have these maternal figures. My Favorite Panamanian, the ABFA, the ABFA’s Mom, and the incomparable Great Aunt, these are ladies of legerdemain, true quality. I also made an adjustment in my approach this year. I had always forbidden my wife from doing any work in prior Mother’s Days but came to realize she revels in taking a role in organizing these type events (translation – supervising me). It only took me four decades but I finally figured that out and allowed her to assume her usual role instead of sitting on the sidelines.

Ladies During Dinner Prep

Dinner Time
I’m finding one of the most frustrating things about getting old (and they are legion) is getting tired too easily. It had been a busy day, but I shouldn’t have been as tired as I was by late afternoon (even with the resident energy vampires – the granddaughters - on site). While the ladies held forth around the table following dinner, I sat down on the couch to watch the end of the Sox game with my son and promptly fell asleep, yep, getting old. Despite the needed nap, it was a great day where I believe those fabulous ladies were honored, as they so richly deserved

Son and I Yesterday

Four movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: Once Upon a Time in the West, iconic western with Fonda as a bad guy and Claudia Cardinale, Yikes!!!; Open Range, could be Costner’s best film, great team with Duval; Thew Other Woman, silly comedy but Diaz and Mann are hilarious together and then there’s Kate Upton in a bikini, so there’s that; and The Outlaw Josie Wales, might be Eastwood’s best Western, felt bad for the dog though

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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

Friday, May 9, 2025

Garage Eviction, Repeat Thunder, and Thankful Lunch

It’s been a busy week leading up to Mother’s Day, but that is to be expected when I’m living with a certifiable bundle of energy (when she’s going about reordering our life). The reordering is an annual event coincidental to our return from tropical climes. One of her highest priorities is the re-establishment of her vast garden complex, where I play a small but important role as financier as well as supplying a brute force and ignorance source of labor. She hoped to have Deckzilla ready, re-stained along with her usual wide assortment of flowers for Mother’s Day. New England weather conspired to thwart her intentions with almost constant rain for most of the week.

Wednesday Dinner
Not to be completely flummoxed by Mother Nature, we added a couple more events to the week. The most welcome was yet another thunder run back to hometown. I think my high school friends in Keene may be getting sick of me after their four-month vacation from my presence. The trip was needed as my Favorite Panamanian had failed to buy a few things on our last thunder run because she couldn’t find her list (it was cleverly hidden in her purse which I can understand because I can never find anything in that morass either, but I digress). She re-acquired the list and we were off to Keene once again. Keene Friend and the Cantankerous One joined me at the Lab ‘n Lager where we once again solved all the Celtics and Red Sox problems.

Earlier at the Lab
My Favorite Panamanian eventually finished her list and complimented us on our better behavior compared to the week prior. I’ll have to admit my initial thunder run may have involved a little too much exuberance (for lack of a better word). We had our customary post shopping(her)/pub crawling(me) dinner at Margarita’s. My wife drove us all to our respective homes after dinner, although a couple of us had recently obtained plants resting in our laps. The week’s constant rain not only impacted my Favorite Panamanian’s planting plans but had thoroughly soaked her purchased plants.

My Evicted Car

The Coddled Plants
This presented a problem as she claimed they were drowning. In response, she summarily evicted my car from the garage so the plants could get out of the rain. You’ll notice, my car. I suffered this indignity with ease since it’s a fourteen-year-old car versus the newer Highlander, but still. I thought plants liked water. We finally had a break in the weather on Thursday and she waded out into her accumulated plant haul and began her plantings. I was entrusted with digging a few holes and cleaning up the debris. It was a race against time because the rain was returning in fairly spectacular fashion as the horizon darkened. Of course, this meant all the newly potted plants had to be returned to the garage. My car remained in the driveway to receive the storm which is still blowing outside, 21 hours later. Maybe she was right, the plants are probably worth more than the car at this point.

The Horizon as we Finished the Planting

Lunch Yesterday
We took a break from the planting yesterday to finally get together with the Neighborhood Mafiosos. We took them out to lunch to thank them for their efforts at house sitting while we were enjoying Las Lajas. This winter threw some really cold weather and some other challenges, including a busted storm door and some really wet snow. It’s a huge relief to have such good people to trust with our home. We ended up in nearby Holden where we ate at Quinn’s. I hadn’t realized they had expanded from their Worcester base. If anything, the food and atmosphere was better in Holden. That was, of course, augmented with the great company we were in. It was a genuine pleasure to catch up with our best friends in Worcester, especially since the alternative was a return to potting plants. It was great interlude.

We dodged the raindrops earlier it the week for date night at the cinema where we saw Thunderbolts. This latest Marvel flick harkens back to their earlier films which were so entertaining. The blame for this return to quality lays squarely on Florence Pugh and David Harbour. They are standouts in a cast of misfits called upon to, you know, save the world. They’re not as well endowed with supe abilities as their preceding Avengers but they are a lot of fun, especially Pugh and Harbour who play a difunctional parent/daughter. The action is non-stop as is the lively dialogue. The only downside was the villain, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, who’s only superpower was being obnoxious versus dangerous. Still, a welcome return to form for Marvel, a really enjoyable watch.

Three movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: Olympus has Fallen, Butler killing his way through the White House; The Omega Man, classic 1970s sci fi with Heston at his epic best; and Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Tarantino rewriting history again, with a truly amazing concluding fight, with one Oscar winner flamethrowing another.

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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