ZOOM

We have a weekly Zoom call with the FC boys that started during COVID.  I have not been on for quite a while, so I plan to join tonight. It will be a good opportunity for the guys to spend some time with me.  #1 and the newly surgically repaired TCG will be there. TCG had his shoulder fixed.  Word on the street is he’d been spending too much time shaking hands with the mayor. I may not be at my best for this call, because I’m still struggling with that Salma Hayek / Nicole Kidman dust-up from a few weeks back.

I’ve seen a few articles about celebrities that have relationship rules.  Given the life span of those relationships, there must be a lot of rule breaking going on. The only one in my relationship is do everything she says, like pick me up at the international terminal when I return from the Turkey trip that I dumped you for and make sure dinner is ready. 

The busy social calendar continues.  We went to see The Exec and his Beloved1 in Cloverdale last Thursday.  We met at Trentadue Winery and tasted several of their offerings. We bought a bottle of Montepulciano and a Cuvee 32.  Trentadue means 32 in Italian, but you already knew that.  The locals apparently call it Trentadoo, which pains me.  After our winery experience, we had a great dinner at their house, which included several fine wines, far better than the plonk we usually drink. We spent the night and stopped in Santa Rosa the next morning to have coffee with Mr. and Mrs. Poughkeepsie Kid.  He was my boss back in the '80s.  They had just come back from their Hudson Valley trip for his 50th high school reunion.

That’s not all folks.  Saturday night we hosted Unc and Mashie for dinner.  My creative wife found a new recipe for roast chicken with sage butter.  She ended up misplacing the recipe a few times, I’m not sure how, but found it in time for dinner.  It was a gustatory delight. We shared the Montepulciano and had Mashie’s knockout dessert.

I hear there is an election coming up.  The Trump team made a strong effort to reach out for the Puerto Rican vote at their MSG rally, which was modeled on the 1939 Bund rally.  Same shit, different day. My wife and I mailed our ballots yesterday.  I’m going to let the cat out of the bag.  We voted for Kamala. Now I just have to bite my nails for the next 10 days or so.

Here’s this week’s money-making picks.

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Postscript

My wife pointed out that I left a few folks off of the thank you list on my last post.  I am not an ingrate, just forgetful.  I was treated to a dinner at Bellini with the Banker and Tina along with other friends and family.  We had the back room to ourselves, with an excellent array of appetizers and a tasty red.  The week prior, I enjoyed a fine home cooked meal at Chez Belge. And Dr. Joe and the Wig checked in often, along with my kids and siblings. Last but not least, I got get-well postcards from The Wolv. We both have an affinity for snail mail.  Molto Grazie Tutti.

I was talking to JB about doing another “ripped from the headlines” post, in which I make wise-ass comments about recent headlines.  She agrees that it is lazy man writing, so it is right up my alley.  She also appreciates my occasional goofy FB post, of which this was the most recent.

I did get a haircut recently, so I count that as a makeover. #1 was by the other day and he complimented me on it, calling it my “gulag look”.

Here’s another funny FB post from one of my high school buds.  He’s usually good for a couple winners a week.  It also ties into my next headline.

“Hey, I’m not dead yet!”

I hate to see the travails that celebrities go through romantically. I just care too much. But I think Cher should maybe just get a puppy, given the 40-year age gap with her current beau.

Would it be “Sorry Mom”?

Trump was in Latrobe, PA, home of Arnie Palmer, St. Vincent’s College and my former home, where my brother and I attended St. Xavier’s Academy, which burned down some time after our departure.  El Naranjo was regaling the crowd about the size of Arnie’s schlong, which in my estimation is an unorthodox campaign tactic.  He’s also apparently confused the definitions of love and treason.

Hopefully you’ve enjoyed my slothful efforts.  I’ll leave you with this week’s NFL picks.  I’m holding strong in 2nd place.

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NO CATERWAULING??

I haven’t put up a post for over a month and I’ve gotten zero complaints, not even from #1, although he’s been in Turkey along with my wife for the last three weeks.  I picked them up at SFO Monday.

I was beginning to worry that my blog was not among the most popular in the world, but then I found out it was one of Donald Trump’s favorites, so I felt a deep sense of validation.  My problem now is how I’m going to describe the non-events of the last month of my life.  Should I go most recent backward, or vice versa?  Stream of semi-consciousness? I know! I’ll do the weave. If it’s good enough for my favorite orator, it’s good enough for me.

So, the Turkey travelers are back. I waited at international arrivals for about half an hour while the luggage came in, but that is the least I can do for wifey, #1 and Barbie. I’m not sure what #2, TCG and Katie did for transportation, but I’m not operating a bus service. Of course, dinner was ready for the little lady when she arrived home.

I knocked it out of the park this past weekend in the NFL pool.  14 games, 14 correct picks.  And then I got an email that five other folks did the same thing, which made me feel less special.  I hate feeling less special.  I am tied for second place, so I plan to bring home the dough.  Here’s this week’s picks so you can call your bookie and then I’ll move on to another topic.  Weave, baby, weave.

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I have a bunch of folks to thank for helping me out while my wife abandoned me. My sister was out here for my niece’s 9/21 wedding, so she extended her stay to keep an eye on me.  We all had a wonderful time at the blessed event.  We stayed at the Hotel Petaluma and were ferried off to a remote wedding venue. My niece is a chef so you can imagine how good the chow was.  We were blessed with beautiful weather for the touching outdoor ceremony.

My sister’s stay on Gull was uneventful, which is the way you like it when you are recovering from a laminotomy.  She had use of my wife’s car, so she caught up with several East Bay friends. We went out for dinner one night but stuck close to home for the most part.  Her wife gifted me some great Zin she had picked up after the wedding, so we sampled a bit of that.

The Hoteliers took me out for lunch at Sweet Basil this past weekend.  They also carted over some Thai food a few days after my surgery, so props to those two.  I’ve decided to forgive them for moving out of Foster City.

Unc and Mashie brought over dinner a couple times.  They were in touch making sure I was doing OK after my sister left.  Unc also came down from his Belmont perch a couple mornings to take me out for a walk.  No leash was required.

My baby girl flew down the first weekend in October to keep watch on the old man.  She did some laundry for me but didn’t have to work too hard otherwise. We had dinner at Tokie’s Friday night and Sweet Basil takeout for Saturday.  We visited Fieldworks on Saturday afternoon, as only craft beer will do.  There were a lot of kids running around, even on the bocce courts clearly marked “no kids”. It was a hipster haven but this geezer with a cane did his best to fit in.  The beard helped.  There was one crew that stood out.  I believe the young lady was going for a goth look but I couldn’t figure out what one dude had in mind.  He had long red hair and a beard to match.  He also had a moustache, but it did not touch the beard.  He had on a sleeveless pink shirt, but his worse offense was that he was calling the IPAs “eye pahs”. I guess that cat hasn’t been out of the house for a decade or so, which explains his hairdo, couture and pronunciation.

I’d like to also give a shout out to my old high school friend JB. We’ve traded a few hundred emails over the past weeks that kept me entertained.  Our 50th high school reunion occurred at the beginning of October.  Neither of us made it but we did get to see a ton of pictures that were posted, which informed our conversation. I can assure you that nothing snarky was said by either of us.