So Wifey and loaded the Special Needs Spaniel into the man-sized Caddy SUV, and headed North to D2's house. On the way we called Jonathan's Grandma Judy -- one of our favorite people. It was her birthday, and we saved her from singing -- just sent love to her VM.
We arrived, and D2 and Wifey decamped to see a house for sale in the Shores -- D2 had made an appointment with the Ukrainian broker. The house was way overpriced -- asking over $1K/square foot, but was nicely renovated and in the part of town we have interest -- near D2 and Jonathan. I begged off -- we're not really ready to move unless Wifey finds her PERFECT downsized house and I don't exercise veto power -- not likely to happen. Wifey and I don't house shop well together -- I've known this for 1/4 century - so why would I take up bandwith even visiting a place she doesn't love?
Sure enough -- there was a fatal flaw (other than the overpriced thing) -- the Master bedroom was right off the family room. Neither of us want that -- Wifey stays up late watching TV, and our bedroom needs to be far from the Family room. Again -- need to find THE place or we're staying put.
D2 and Wifey returned, and we decided to ALL go fetch the 5 year old at his school -- Betsy and Bo included. The boy cracks us up -- his Tia said she was tired, and asked him if he was, too. "No -- I'm full of happiness." And, thanks Big Man, he is...
We got home, and a bit later his little brother arrived, as well as D1. We played soccer and wiffle ball and the boys acted like bear cubs -- I showed them my paper airplane making skills, for the first time. Boy -- all the time I spent avoiding paying attention in Math class while making those things...
A bit later Paul joined us -- his Wife and step son are coming back to town today, and he and I had a bit of business to do. We brought in sandwiches, but Dr. Barry was free -- his boy Scott was in town, and had a concert date with Donna. Josh was to join us but dipped.
So we ordered from Pinch Kitchen, and I had a Ketel at the bar while the food was being finalized. D2 drove Wifey and the dogs back to her house -- and we pulled in right behind Barry. What energy that house has -- so warm and inviting -- I poured Barry his first and my second cocktail, and we ate the delicious food, and caught up -- got to debrief the Big, Fat, Media wedding of 2 months ago.
D1 was home putting the boys to bed. Jonathan was at a work dinner. We had a fine time -- time with my older and younger brother, as D2 and Wifey endured our tales...
The hour grew late, and Paul left -- running into Jonathan on the driveway. Jonathan came in and we spent some more time - Barry adores him. And then it was time to head home -- with just the Special Needs Spaniel -- on the floor in front of Wifey.
As we neared our house, around 10:30, Judy called back -- and realized the late hour. I assured her her timing was perfect -- we were in the car from her grandkids' house. We had learned she had spoken at Beth Am, a synagogue near us, and gave her some business for not inviting us -- she said our consuegra Lizbeth was reluctant to "bother" us. We assured Judy we want to go next time with bells on, and she shared a tale she had told the Beth Am folks -- about the Mother Superior in the convent where she was secreted at a Catholic girl to avoid the Nazi camps -- and how that lady saved many Jews and is enshrined at Yad Vashem now as a righteous gentile...
So it was a terrific Thursday -- and the fun continues tonight -- meeting Kenny and Joelle in the Gables for the Ruths' Chris Happy Hour -- a deal Wifey and her friends discovered. They have a great steak sandwich before 6 for like $15 -- and we have some life celebration to do: for Kenny's Dad Manny, who passed last week.
We're also going to discuss a possible coastal Maine trip this Fall -- the inns fill up fast, and we need to reserve now -- Kenny and Joelle are there through October, and a coastal trip for them is like Key West for me -- a happy pleasure.
And speaking of brothers: we leave 3 weeks from tonight with Eric and Dana -- for Central Europe. We're all flying out of MIA, but they have a late flight -- they wanted to see their granddaughter's Pre-K graduation. Our boy graduates while we're away -- we'll have to get by on videos of his singing some hip hop song including a reference to Applebee's he's been practicing...
Indeed these ARE the good old days...
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