The Lazy Weekend

 So after Kenny, Joelle, and their boy Nathan visited Friday night, Wifey was "socialized out," and so we declined an invite from D2 to visit her house as they hosted Jonathan's family. I could have gone alone, but decided to relate to my inner sloth as well.

We ended up having 2 Zooms to attend. The first was our Boston friend Mark, who suffered a devastating stroke on a golf course over 2 years ago. He's in a nursing home for the rest of his life - he just turned 70 - but recovered his ability to speak, and is now doing inspirational gigs. His first was at his shul on the North Shore, and Wifey and I were thrilled to watch -- he was wise and funny - and most of all -- cognitively all there.

His girlfriend Sheryl called afterwards for our critique -- we told her it had made our day. When the stroke first happened, it appeared non-survivable, or, if he DID survive, wouldn't have wanted to. Although he'll need physical help forever, he has a lot left to share -- more than many people who still have their physical abilities.

After that, Wifey and I watched some episodes of "Kugel," the Israeli prequel to "Schtisel," about the haredim. Eh. It was ok.

I realized, though, that it was time for Zoom #2 -- Stuart was hosting one for his Dad Bill's 90th birthday. Bill had a bad fall in November, and has been bedridden since, though he's back at home with 24 hour care. The screen was filled with Philly accents -- old friends and family jumping on to honor this terrific man. I called Paul to remind him -- he joined, too. I noticed Stu had a highball glass and poured myself one, too, and we gave Bill a "L'chaim!"

When Paul visited him in Aventura hospital weeks ago, Bill said he had 2 goals: to return home, and make it to 90. Mission accomplished -- so now he's playing with the House's money, as the saying goes.

The rest of the evening was kvelling over pics of the grandsons -- Baby Man in Miami with D1, and Little Man with Joey in Naples. Last night was the first game of FC Naples, the soccer team Joey's brother founded, and we were so proud of him.

Little Man got to go onto the field with the other owners' and players' kids -- he looked so happy. They played to a 1-1 tie, and are a big deal in Naples now -- first pro team there ever! My boredom with soccer will of course be eclipsed by my desire to hang with my son in law and grandson -- I'll probably tag along next trip. 

I emailed Bob this am. What courage -- cashing out his investments to follow his dream! I want to see him soar.

I'm the smallest level investor. If I were more of a douchebag, I'd go around telling people "I own a soccer team," but at least in that regard, I'm LESS of a douchebag.

Nothing is planned for today, either, but I hope to at least get my normal 3 mile walk in. Yesterday one of my hips was a bit dodgy, as the Brits say, and I decided to give it a day of rest.

As Wifey and I note, just about each day brings a new pain or malady of some type. Ya gotta just keep on keepin' on, I guess.

So after we watch "Sunday Morning," the news show for Boomers (we laugh -- ALL ads are for different pharmaceuticals), it'll be to the street.

I guess lazy weekends are better than lost ones...