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Yesterday was just one of those days where nothing turned out the way you thought it would. Kongo was up before the crack of dawn in Jacksonville to pack for an early flight back to the West Coast. About 10 minutes before boarding his 45-minute flight to ATL where he had a short connection to catch the SAN flight the monkey gets a cryptic text from his youngest wondering if the monkey might be up for a quick trip to Boston. Huh? Today? The Kongos knew that granddaughter number three (#1 for the youngest) was actually due yesterday but there had been…
Kongo goes whimsical when he considers his youngest. Patrick. Having a mother and grandmother with Patricia in their names, he was always going to be Patrick. He was christened on St. Patrick’s day. He lives in Boston. He studied a year abroad in Cork. He’s about as Irish as a English-Portuguese mix can be. He can speak Gaelic, Greek, French, Old English, Latin, and Kinandae (a Bantu language in Central Africa), and oh yeah, English. He’s a world class cellist, a brilliant writer, and not a half-bad Scrabble player. He’s the most moral and ethical man I know. And, he’s…
While Kongo was getting snowed in on the East Coast and dueling the never-ending polar vortex events in Southern New Jersey things were Springtime busy in Southern California. For the last week or so Mrs. Kongo has been texting about a hummingbird that was building a nest in the camellia bush in the covered entrance just outside the front door. Kongo got to see the new arrival this morning.
Four ideas of “merge”
A spinning beach ball caught in the spa overflow. Life is good over and over and over and over. Love the summer.
Me and Monkey