The Sea is a Salty One

  Yes, we were here again, La Fortuna / Arenal this week, on Thursday and Friday. It went well with few exceptions. We sold the old Honda CR-V to a local mechanic whose going to replace the transmission, polish it up and sell it. Our car has been very gently kept by us. It was a quick trip down and back mixed with us visiting every major car dealership in the Liberia area on the way back. Jim and I are not in entire agreement on the purchase now. I think we should consider a brand new Chinese SUV because warranted, new car and price is good. Jim is still leaving towards the older car sold by our mechanic. We'd be fine with either one. Although new would be awesome. I like new, and I'm willing to gamble on a Geeley.  Yesterday involved laundry, bales of it, mountains of it, particularly after finding out that our hot water heater is leaking very slightly. Today I have to organize and scrub the laundry room in preparation for the plumber. I've needed to reorganize for awhile ...

  I love this statue in the park at Santa Cruz. This park has some amazing statuary depicting the important cultural aspects of the region. This one involves a sport that originated in farming towns of the Santa Cruz region, bull riding. Bull fighting, bull riding, would have been easier than dealing with the enormous a-holes we've been dealt with lately. Old car sold. Done deal. Valuable for parts apparently. We have to go up in the next few weeks in a rental to sign the title over. The A-hole Chronicles - Jim went to church, sure enough Davey sidled up to spout bullshit. He lied anew about hanging up on Jim the other night, claiming he was in the middle of cooking. This is a new one. Yeah, buddy whatever. But the title of "Biggest A-hole" belongs to Bruce, the guy who jalopy we stored for two years during the Covid lockdown. We ended up eating most of the costs for the many breakdowns, the registration, insurance and inspection during that time because Bruce decided tha...

  One of the crazy pathways through the forest region at the resort we stayed at. This is pretty typical of the walkways I traversed during my hour long trek from the reservation desk to my bungalow. So a bunch of hideous and dumb things have happened since I last posted. Yesterday we had tentative reservations to fly from Arenal home to Tamarindo, but after arriving at the airport, really a banana strip, things changed again. We ended up taking an Uber the four long hours back. I didn't realize when I reserved the tickets for the flight that a) it's not high season so it would be one flight to San Jose to hop a second flight to Tama, b) taking the ticket price from the usual eighty bucks a head up to around two hundred each and adding a couple more hours to the trip. The Uber did not run that! Being that it's low season even the buses weren't a good option. I think we figured out while it would have been cheap, cheaper than the Uber at least, we would have had to chang...

  Been out driving again! No, not really. This is a photo I took like 18 years ago driving through Amish country in Pennsylvania. I thought it was striking with the different colored bumpers and car pieces. We're in Arenal at the volcano at our usual place. Yeah, this joint. Today we got into our car, our old Honda CR-V that's been having some issues for sometime. We'd already ordered parts for the transmission solenoid so that it could be worked on this summer after our daughter's wedding. But it's not to be, coming down off the mountain the transmission started acting most strangely. It would not go into gear, at all. You could turn it off and then turn the car back on and put it in gear. You'd have first and second gears for five minutes or so, then the gears would drop out again. We immediately went to a highly recommended repair shop here. They drove it and said that the gears were all burned up, the transmission is all flubbed up. Total transmission replac...

  Lake Arenal in February from that point where you turn off the main road from Tileran and first see the lake. There's a set up of vendors, people who hand make any sort of craft you could imagine and food trucks. Beautiful sight! I need to go back soon for another mental health break. Yesterday I had something of a crazy day. First I had to go into the bank to sign the paperwork setting up a separate account just in my name for the soon to arrive Social Security payments. I ran into a bit of problem. Why? My stroke of a year ago. One of the things I've been left with is less accuracy with my hands. I've done some occupational therapy and kept using them, but there are differences now. Differences in my signature significant enough that I had to rewrite the bank signature card 7 times to get one close enough to my passport signature to pass the bank examiners. Which leads me to the question - what do you do if you are so physically incapacitated that your signature is now ...

  I like to think I am like this heliconia in my yard, beaten up by the drought of the dry season, but springing back as soon as they get a little water. They're ever returning to the places in the front yard that got dug up to make room for my sidewalks. While the rainy season is in full swing here, and the birds of paradise, and two different types of heliconia are bounding back I'm not doing so hot. Stomach issues have me kind of knocked down. I'm struggling not to go off the deep end at folks over on Twitter due to the paranoid nonsense being spouted there. Alliances formed, crap thrown at folks for the most random of reasons. I cannot be assed about any of it because of how literally crappy I feel. Book going well in fits and starts. It's part of why I'm not on this much. I'm writing out my entire story of leaving my old toxic church and sometimes dredging up long dead memories has been a bit uncomfortable.  Hit another uncomfortable one yesterday when anot...

  Recent Tamarindo sunset. Long time no see. We've been without internet and since it came back I've been stepping and fetching because I have a man with a cold. And you know how men are when they get colds. They are DYING! To be fair it's a bad cold for well over a week with lots of coughing. Me and my shot immune system had it for a day and a half, but I killed it hard with asthma drugs. Usual stuff going on, going back and forth to the beach, hanging out with other permanent residents here on the beach, cold be damned. Jim's very busy because he's interviewing potential students for the school he teaches for and for the scholarship program he's running now. I've been busy doing a deep clean here because I'm finally well enough to do so after months of this kidney infection. I even weeded and planted our vegetable garden this morning. Tomorrow I have sewing projects to knock out. That mending pile is higher than the tallest building in Tamarindo. But t...

  Good grief! Look how short my hair is! Six years ago on one of our scouting trips to Costa Rica. Feeling much better. No recurring fever. No bitching about my lungs. Denada! I am incredibly happy because as of Sunday that will mark the first time since early February I've not be felled by anything serious for nearly two weeks. Now if those darn butt bruises would just fade more. Had a really weird conversation with the bride to be today and learned something I did not want to know about two members of the family. Me: Hey I need to buy new underwear when I arrive.  Bride: Just promise me you'll be actually wearing underwear under your dress at the wedding. Me: Of course! No commando except when in the nightgown preparing to sleep. I always try to wear underwear. Bride: Well two of the bridal party do not wear underwear and that is just nasty! Eww! I got out of her who it was and I am surprised to say the least. I'm likely to be side eyeing them.

   Pondering the surf and life. Today was all kinds of stressful in the weirdest ways. The brokerage company we've had large investments with locked me out of their website when I attempted to do what I always do. Log in through our tax software and do an electronic download of tax documents.  Nothing worked like it was supposed to and I attempted to log into the company website so I could just download the tax info and then uploaded into our return. Locked out. Told Jim to give them a call since neither of our passwords were working and I could not remember how much we had there. We'd transferred the bulk of the investments elsewhere but I knew there was something there. I don't do the monthly looking at our accounts. Jim does. His obsession, his fixation, hence the other day and his calling around to another place that hosts our investments.  Just like I figured there was little there. Jim found out there was a small amount available in my personal Roth IRA fund. T...

  Building the bullfighting ring is Villareal back before Covid. No bullfights since. Perhaps soon. My butt is bruised, in a couple of different ways. From the shots for ten days. I look like someone literally kicked my ass. The other drubbing happened when I was horsing around last night with friends on a garage sale list on Facebook. I told a stupid joke, used the word "B!sh" just as it's written there and I got a two day suspension for "Hate Speech". Plus some weeks ban from using Groups because one of the groups I'm a mod on was flagged for multiple violations. I saw all the comments reported on the group, and it was all silly joking around stuff, not serious threats or hate speech. Context is everything. Sort of like that "Let's eat grandma!" versus "Let's eat, grandma" While I'm a little annoyed with this situation I'll take my lumps and go on, knowing the bots are idiots, and knowing I have to couch my jokes and ins...

  Last night's sunset. We've been without internet for the better part of a week. Here we are on Sunday. I have another high fever suddenly and I feel like crud, lung crud this time. So it's off to the doctor's in the morning. Ding, dong, my head is like a chime. Headache on top of the coughing and wheezing. No effing idea why the formatting is so screwed up. Going back to bed now. A Near Thunder and a Magical Place Monday was sort of an odd day. The internet kept cutting in and out just as Jim tried to call the organization holding his pension-savings. He wanted to move about his investment mix again. I swear, that man has done it practically every few months for the last few years, fretting and worrying about the economy and disaster. We all have our follies and foibles, this is his. The way we run here is that we need internet to call the States using Skype. Friends and family we use any other number of internet programs, but official stuff goes through our ...

  I wish I could blow this up enough to show you, but the rough translation says "I'm driving slowly because I have hot soup in the back seat" The last eight days is me doing a few things during the day before trudging on down to the clinic to get a shot in my ass of the new antibiotic. I've seen some strange sights on the road to and fro. One lady was walking down the middle of the road near the clinic pushing a fully loaded barbeque grill with smoke and flaming charcoals, snarling up high season traffic. Then there was the tiny car with six full size mattresses strapped to the top.  I really haven't done much except moan about how crappy I feel from the antibiotic side effects. One of which is the fact that I'm low on platelets so each time they stick me I bleed like I'm auditioning for the horror film "Carrie" and I bruise up crazy. I have an infected needle place on each butt cheek and am having to ice both cheeks a couple of times a day to r...

  I am not sure why exactly there's a roll of toilet paper mounted by the gas pumps at my local Tico gas station but here it is. Sort of fits the theme of my days. We got our guests back to the airport and onto their flight after something of a quick chaotic stay. I learned something important during their stay, that I have to question the guests I don't know well, and manage their expectations from there. Particularly if they have never been to Costa Rica and are arriving at the tail end of dry season when there are severe water restrictions on. We're used to them, people from the States flip out. Also why are they coming? To drink and party? To visit all the great natural places? To relax? Immediately after we dropped them off Jim and I ran up to the Nicaragua border for our every 3 months visa run. We ran into a friend at the border, and ended up having dinner with him. Saw coatimundis crossing the Pan American highway, and some small bluish parrolettes. Just about hit s...

    Between a rock and a hard place today sitting at Witches Rock posting because our internet has been out two days. Yesterday has been a day of privilege. Not my privilege but the misplaced privilege of others. Other gringos here in Tamarindo. It happens right now we’re hosting some of Jim’s family, and I’ve been some what surprised by behaviors of these ladies in my age group. In all actuality I’m rather horrified by the need to bar hop and drink until late in the night and fry on the beach all day long. Right now they’re at one of many bars in Tama. It’s an effing Monday night, give it a rest! That part of the culture here bores me stupid. I used to bar tend and wait tables in a night club back in college. I got my fill it then. Add in the fact that I have copious amounts of alcoholics in the family and I am a teetotaler of many years now. I am so puzzled why older folks are acting like such drunken jackasses. Young people I understand that desire to do those things, b...

  You're going to get tired of looking at iguana pictures before I'm done. They are everywhere now, and using the pool to drink and swim. We had something of a slightly insane day. First the bank for moving around a few investments. The bank is pretty weird to me because about a year ago we got our own personal banker. If we need anything we call, make an appointment and Jose Drysdale (not his name really) makes it happen, even if he has to drive out here. I feel guilty every single time we swan into the bank and around the madding crowd to the offices in the back. We never wait, and he's accommodating. But it was the afternoon that got strange. We were invited over for lunch to someone we both knew very slightly from church. A lady I'm going to call Sunshine (not to be confused with my friend Sunshine that gave me a huge candle for Christmas) who was living in the back of beyond up a mountain, down a ravine within sight of the beaches north of Cabo Velas.  The lunch wa...

  This girl has started to hang about and I'm not mad at that. It's not raining here yet beyond a few sprinkles but at one point I saw at least three iguanas hanging out together, including an emerald green one swimming in the pool. Crunch time here in one way. A few weeks ago I lined up and bought all the tickets for my husband's vacation adventure to Montana. Didn't buy my own because I'm kind of at loose ends, unsure of what I'm going to do and where I'll be. Holy mother of Cheese Whiz! The tickets skyrocketed in mere days! I didn't book, but I have to figure something out by this afternoon. Good thing I have a big credit at one of the airlines. One thing I hate is when you try to find a flight and the only options are 29 hour flights. Example, one flew from Liberia to Miami, from Miami to New York's JFK where you had an overnight layover. I'll be traveling alone, I hardly think I want to snooze there. Wish it was a daytime layover as I'd ...

 A female iguana visited today. We usually only see the males because they are quite territorial. This gal was very relaxed as you can see. Today it thundered off into the distance.Jim and I looked at each other and said "Thunder" at the exact same time. Why? It spells the end of dry season. I think we had a sprinkle a few nights ago around midnight, and it drizzled for five minutes while I was replanting the window boxes. I would welcome some rain from our unnaturally cloudy skies. I am better. The kidney pain is down to a dull roar that does not need narcotics. Interestingly enough being put on antibiotics is clearing up the hot mess of torn up needle marks that were trying to turn into abscesses. I could never be a junkie, my veins suck too much. This week is going to be crunch time. We have visitors arriving on Saturday, but I should be able to knock this place into shape. It's not bad now, and the maid comes again tomorrow. Need to make a list of what I want done, an...

   Photo of the beach at Brasolita. Should have been there this evening. They had a memorial service at the beach for a friend of mine named Richard. But I'm in the bed. This morning I woke up and decided to file my receipts for the drugs I'm on with the insurance company. Felt too crappy to do anything. The pain med is doing de nada and the kidney pain is much worse. While I was looking up the drug names of a few of the new ones I ran into a large problem. That pain relief that I decided this morning is useless? It's banned in the good old J.S.of A. because of serious side effects. Plus the amount of codeine in it is useless. Give me those Tylenol 3s or 4s, but not this stuff. Even with better pain relief now (new prescription) I'm still feeling punky. Slept a lot, read a lot and I crocheted a lot.  Sort of freaking out because we have guests next week and I've been wiped out physically this last six weeks. I have to bring someone in to clean the guesthouse.  Plus ...

  Bananas on the banana tree in front of my neighbors yard this very afternoon. Sort of the theme of today. Last night I started getting kidney pain on both sides and my temperature jumped back up to over a 100 again. I haven't felt great since getting out of the hospital and haven't bounced back. Our car in the shop due to the wheel noises that started Tuesday morning. Jim had a meeting first thing today and the car was supposed to be ready first thing. It wasn't, but we made plans for me to go to the clinic asap today to see if I had a kidney infection or a continuation of my bladder issues. Just as soon as the car came back. Our mechanic kept delaying this time until finally fed up I called up Cissy and asked for a ride to the clinic. You know, the same Cissy we're toted innumerable places for 19 months? Bless her soul, I'm embarrassed I moaned here so much about her. She took me to the clinic this morning. I felt pretty sure she was going to make an excuse, but ...

Grande this week. I'm slowly trying to regain function after my recent medical fiascos that have been ongoing. Monday I scrubbed and organized my bedroom, installing a small file cabinet and printer so I can keep submitting my insurance claims. Yesterday I went shopping at the fruit stand and at the grocery store alone. Today was me attempting to do a few gardening things. I was busy clearing out planters, adding dirt and planting a zillion flower seeds. I want flowers in all colors! Very slowly regaining strength. I am determined when I fly back to the States next month I am walking, cane or no cane, none of this being wheeled around in a wheelchair. Yesterday was a banner day. On Monday our bete noire wanted to be driven on Tuesday to the Caja for a medical appointment. She was insisting on it early. I told her no initially, Jim had meetings at school and I never get rolling that early. Then she approached Jim, who volunteered me. We had big words about that one. Particularly sin...