There she was. My innocent Favorite Panamanian, making her way home from an optometrist appointment in Auburn, when she was viciously and, not unexpectedly, abducted in broad daylight. The serial offender in this case is well known to her (and to me when I’m paying monthly credit card bills) – TJ Maxx. I’m guessing an alert went out when we passed by the corporate headquarters on our way home that she was back. The dip in corporate earnings that hit upon our departure to Panama could now be remedied.
We share each other’s location on our
phones so I don’t start worrying when she doesn’t return home for five hours
after a one-hour eye appointment. I glanced at the phone after three hours and immediately
realized the abduction had taken place. She related how it happened upon her
return. She was driving back and all of a sudden passed by a TJ Maxx and was
helpless to resist the siren call. I didn’t point out that the TJ Maxx was not
on the route home from where her eye appointment was. I suspect TJ Maxx used an
arcane deception plan to lure her there. Of course, it could be the gift cards
she’s had stacked up from Christmas and her birthday that were burning a hole
in her purse. I’m just glad she came through this “ordeal” unscathed. Oh, it happened
again today.
The "Victim": Upon her Return
I’ve heard that my son and his family
are at Disneyworld but it’s hard to prove because both he and the ABFA have gone
silent on the internets outside of this one photo from their first day in the
park. I assume the same thing happened to them that transpired with me when I took
him and his sister there at about the same age the BRS and BR3 are now. The parents
are exhausted and at the end of the day are just looking for a rest from the relentless
fun that permeates the place. While they firmly attach a vacuum connection to
your wallet upon arrival you don’t mind because of the looks on your kids’
faces.
BR3 and B RS with Moana
I’ve been puttering around the house
since our return. At least that’s what I think this is called. I’m just happy
to be back and, as a homeowner, there’s always a couple dozen things that need
fixing. I decided to replace the defective light socket at the base of the cellar
stairs, just outside the Man Cave. I’m very nervous about doing anything
involving plumbing and especially electrical. While I can be fairly handy, with
other things, I have an unfortunate track record with attendant accidents
involved in those efforts. My wife and son, when I revealed what I had planned,
were very concerned (they know the aforementioned track record). I assured them
I knew which circuit breaker to push. While the confidence wasn’t at peak
levels, I did get it done and the light came on when I turned the power back
on. I duly reported my success and not electrocuting myself in the process to
the doubting family members. So, instead of paying an electrician a couple
hundred bucks, I repaired the thing for $2.89. This will be considered a win,
as long as the house doesn’t burn down. 
It Came On!!
My Favorite Panamanian and I veered
from our usual date night format yesterday. I went to the movies alone (see below
for the reason for that) while she ran some errands (read that to mean
shopping). We met up when I got out of the movies for dinner at the nearby
steakhouse which I had a birthday gift card to employ. The dinner turned out to
be a lot of fun even though we do hang out with each other every day. When the
food was delivered, it was yet another reminder that I was no longer abroad as
I was served an American sized hunk of dead animal flesh. The same thing happened
on Sunday when she stated that she doesn’t cook on Sundays (a new rule I
was unaware of). I had a hankering for
my first huge cheeseburger since I returned but then the restaurant’s daily special
was prime rib. The cheeseburger urge was quickly discarded. Again, a truly American
size hunk of met was delivered – yep, back home.
Date Night Dinner
Sunday Dinner
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