So Wifey, like a big girl, made it all the way to FLL, and later to her hotel. There was only one call concerned with the directions Waze was sending her. Lord -- we do so much for her...
I ordered in Chana Thai -- probably our best local sushi. Kenny told me about them pre-plague -- they have a restaurant in Lower Manhattan and one by the Falls -- they're pretty, pretty, pretty good. Though I rarely drink alone, the shadows of the evening trees and Sonos playing Allman Bros gave me reason for exception. And my faithful skittish Spaniel Bo voiced no opposition -- so there were a couple of ice cold Stolis with orange peel...
Today I ordered a bachelor's Publix Insta Cart delivery. With Wifey here, it's a production. With my few staples, it takes 10 minutes. It's funny -- I don't change. In college, when Barry and I would go to Pantry Pride across the street from our campus apartment, I would only buy 4 things: Lenders frozen bagels, American cheese, orange juice, and milk -- my breakfast foods. All else was restaurant or take out.
I'm the same guy 45 years later, though now it's yogurt, raspberries, blackberries, and blueberries, along with some granola and bananas. In deference to my Ds, who think I need to eat healthier and are clearly correct -- I've upped the breakfast game. I DID get a few boxes of Yasso frozen yogurt pops -- Wifey eats probably 3 or 4 per day -- so she will be happy when she returns.
I should say "If" she returns. I haven't heard a peep from her since she texted that she arrived at the hotel yesterday afternoon, and I joked with the Ds that we may be changing the address plate for our house from "Villa Wifey" to "Villa (Watch This Space)."
D1 is heading over soon with Little Man -- he was given the choice between beach with Joey and Joey's dear Colombian visiting friends, or Pinecrest, and he chose the latter, so Joey takes Baby Man to the beach today. I have Little Man's favorite yogurt with a side car of honey -- and NO ONE mixes it like I do!
We were talking about this at dinner the other night -- the Grandpa gig has played out exactly like I though it would. I loved my grandsons as soon as they handed them to me, but I had a sense that I would REALLY hit my grandpa stride with them around age 5, and so it is. Little Man and I talk. A lot. D1 said a psychologist they met, for testing for gifted programs at school, noted he "has an advanced vocabulary and his mind is always processing things." Wow. How insightful. Anyone who knows this adorable boy sees that -- the specialist might as well have commented that he has 2 legs and 2 arms.
So Baby Man is adorable, and starting to communicate well, too -- but for this grandpa, at least, 5 seems to be the sweet age. I have SO much to teach him. To appreciate the Big Man. That our family is 3 generations of Democrats but we're re-thinking that now since the ultra lefties hate Jews, and the mainstream Dems seem ok with that. That the color orange must always be paired with green -- never blue. In other words, being a Canes fan is his birthright. Also Marlins, Heat, and Panthers. I have a feeling he'll teach ME about soccer -- his paternal birthright. And in the NFL, of course the Dolphins, though they were last relevant when his parents were wee children...
He announced to us last week that "February is Black History Month!" and when we asked what that meant, he explained "To celebrate what people who are Black have done!" Can't argue with that.
So I have Greg and Duane and Dicky, all now of blessed memory, jamming on my Sonos.
I'm not goin' to Carolina -- but my family is indeed my Blue Sky...
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