The rest of my miscalculated weekend was rescued by Keene Friend and the Cantankerous Friend. With a completely open Saturday, I suggested a drive through the countryside, which we hadn’t done in a while. My Favorite Panamanian, in a counter offer, suggested we drive up to my hometown. She knew she had played a trump card due to my predilection to enjoy time spent with hometown friends. I’m quite sure she had ulterior (tax free shopping) motives in play but I’ll take it. We arrived at Keene Friend’s house to find a spastic chipmunk doing the kicking chicken in his side yard. It must have gotten into some mouse or rat bait from a neighboring house. My wife wanted to rescue it but Keene Friend opined it might be rabid. That ended the rescue talk, and the little guy started burrowing into the lawn. I told Keene Friend it was kindly digging its own grave.
After that minor melodrama, my wife was
executing her handoff of me to Keene Friend so she could head for shopping. She
asked which pub she should pick us up at when she was mission complete. I told
her we would be staying at Keene Friend’s house to watch the Sox game. She
asked if I was feeling okay, basing this on her knowledge of my checkered history.
I truly wanted to see if the Sox could win their ninth game in a row and wanted
just to hang out with my feet up. I also felt honor bound to help Keene Friend
rotate his Coors Lite supply so it wouldn’t age out. We summoned the
Cantankerous One who had just returned from a two day bike ride dedicated to
cancer research. Those who only know him by reputation would be surprised to
hear he’s a true hero and raised over $8600 by himself while riding in this
event. 
Keene Friend Surrounded by Knuckleheads
It was a truly great afternoon hanging
with a couple of my oldest friends while watching the Sox win that 9th
game in a row. It was also easier to carry on a conversation without the distraction
of a pub crowd. I did my part in the rotation effort (anything for a friend). I
don’t want loyal readers of Frail Deeds to think I’ve given up pub crawling
(perish the thought). Part of our afternoon discussions involved the requisite
reconnaissance we’ll have to execute in the coming months to prepare for the birthday
pub crawl in November. In a side note concerning that event, we made our usual well-lubricated
phone call to the PCR. He’s already winding up the excuse machine as to why he won’t
attend the crawl and mercilessly threw his sainted wife to the wolves; claiming
it was her keeping him from coming to the crawl. 😊
BRS and her Legionary Encampment
Meanwhile my son’s family executed their
annual two week deployment to their high-end beach house in Hampton on
Saturday. We hope to join them there next week for his birthday celebrations. They
sent this picture of the BRS completing what looks like a Roman legion’s nightly
fortified camp while on a march. The kid has talent and before you accuse me of
it; I have never discussed legionary tactics with her. She comes by it naturally.
She also has one less tooth as she dropped one of her front teeth yesterday. I
can’t wait to see that very fun bunch next week. We had a quiet Sunday at the
homestead as my Favorite Panamanian and I watched the Red Sox win their tenth game
in a row. It’s kind of scary because they’re doing it with pitching and defense,
something they have effectively ignored for more than a few years. While I know
my son disagrees, I think the trade of Devers is paying dividends. Devers was a
malcontent which can be a cancer when you’re the best player. The young kids
are blossoming since he left.
BRS' Adjusted Smile
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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