Every Breaking Wave...

We've had a lot of four legged and winged visitors here lately. From the yellow naped green amazon parrots, through iguanas in all shades. This guy lives under our pool and is over five feet long. He hangs out in the starfruit tree every day. The golden iguanas with red spikes are rarer than the other varieties.It's a good thing it always feels like a Tuesday afternoon here, even this morning when we went out for breakfast at a charming cafe overlooking the beach. My mast cell symptoms have gotten so insane. I'm having more issues than ever before, and I wonder how much stress plays into it. We went out for breakfast and a grocery run before coming home and I crawled straight back into bed. Hallelujah anyway. At least I can view the critters from the bed, I am not dealing with the debilitating dizziness I was and can walk without people pointing and saying I am drunk. The mrsa is back, the mast cell is the most active, and I'm almost a shut in by now., an exhausted shu…

Playa Grande recently near the big rock. Jim tried to get me to go to the beach today, but I was just too under the weather to make that happen.One very interesting thing happened. A set of friends just made it back from the States. They originally said they were staying here and going nowhere. But pretty quickly into the Covid lockdown someone in their family had an emergency and away they went back to the States. As I've said before Tama is a ghost town, most of the rich millionaire types have departed. They are the first to return I know of. After listening to their tale of how hard it was to return and the costs of having to find a rental home, and everything else their little sojourn it ran a good twenty thousand dollars more than staying put would have.Wow!  I knew the airline tickets are now astronomical if you can even find a flight, but didn't consider the other costs. I'm glad we stayed put. They're even five hundred bucks out of pocket for the rapid Covid te…

The frutus and vegetals stand near our house. One of my favorite places in the area, and a weekly stop for fruits and vegetables. Been exactly six weeks since Jim's surgery and now I have a mrsa spot on my nose. It never fails. I cannot go near a hospital without picking up a hospital infection, even if I'm not the patient. I had to fish out my tube of ointment and grit my teeth. It's way more painful that a regular skin infection. Stupid body, stupid immunio suppression therapy for the mast cell.But I've learned, to deal with things quickly. First throbbing this afternoon I'm slathering it with my prescription cream instead of of waiting. I'm getting better to figuring out needs and taking immediate action.Knowing when I need to let go and rest happen now that never happened in the past. I was thinking about that on Monday when the dizziness was insanely bad, I never even bothered to get dressed. I had coffee, did the minimum and lay in the bed listening to po…

That time Jim got a monkey on his back. I'm trying to get one off mine. The internet one.
I have to say I will welcome the day when I get online and don't find nasty messages on every place threatening to shave my head and worse. They are still coming in, but per usual I'm just blocking and removing. But I have seen a down tic in them since announcing I am retiring.The idea that I can go online, or not go online and it does not matter is a marvelous one now. I feel completely free. There were always things I was uncomfortable with during the last ten years, most especially when folks started complimenting me. I have always struggled to accept compliments, or people saying nice things. I was raised to not seek praise. People being ugly rolls off my back. Always has because I'm a veteran of IRC chat, Usenet and other early internet interactions. You don't take that stuff seriously! Unless its a large angry mob like the NIFB.One big plus is that I no longer have to end…

Taken from a mountain overlooking Playa Pinellas here.One of my absolute earliest memories was the death of President John F. Kennedy in 1963. I remember it well because of seeing how much it affected the adults around me. It felt like a very unsafe transitional time. Our house staff was greatly affected, our housekeeper,  and our gardener most of all. I remember my mother holing up in her bedroom in front of the television with bon bons and her favorite adult beverage, crying for days on end.It marked a time of uncertainty for me. I have had a number of transitional times in my life that have felt unsettling, even if some were happy, like getting married and moving to Europe. Our last one involving moving here to the English language school in the mountain town for a semester. Buying our home on the outskirts of Las Baulas and Playa Grande. Selling our house in the States.For the past year I keep telling my friend Cindy and others that I sense I'm coming up on another cataclysmic…

Raining this afternoon. Shot around sundown from my bedroom window. Sometimes when it's still like this and I have everything done I like to sit back, watch it rain and read. This evening was one of those.I see I have a crazy hit number on the post where I bitched about our neighbors being pushy. They were trying to persuade us to hire their maid, even though our house is cleaner than theirs and most here. I keep the houses pretty clean. One truism here is when work gets scarce every one you know will try to force you to hire their domestic help who are begging them for more hours. Not interested, don't need it, already have. They approached me exactly wrong way on an bad asthma day. Shrugs, least said, soonest mended.Last night Jim showed up all white and spooked. Asked him what was going on. He told me that the picture on the wall outside the master suite was moving and making racket. He was sort of freaked out.This morning I investigated. It was a lizard, one big lizard hid…