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  Clouds rolling over Playa Grande. Today started well but went off the rails quickly. I was scheduled to sing in worship team today and the moment I walked in I was knocked over by the smell of industrial latex based paint. Very allergic to latex. About three years ago I had something similar happen at our old church here. I stayed and just  progressively got sicker. This time I grabbed someone in leadership, said "I am out of here and this is why" and I departed, driving straight home to the ever loving arms of my nebulizer and sweet sweet asthma drugs. That's after using my travel neb in the parking lot before leaving. One of the big things I've been working on is a) having better boundaries and knowing when I must put myself first, like during asthma attacks. b) The other huge thing is starting to medicate much quicker, push meds first instead of waiting to see if it gets worse. Made a huge difference this time. Immediate medding mixed with popping an edible immed

Other People's Money

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 Farmland in Nicaragua Remember I told you about the fresh faced well scrubbed young youth minister involved with ministry in Nicaragua. You know, the one that accidentally saw me nekkid on the day of nekkidness? The one that smelled like he'd been dipped head to toe in the worst smelling cologne of all time? Yeah, him. A couple of weeks ago someone in leadership at Jim's new church asked Jim to head up the mission team to this young man's Nicaraguan mission. It's been rather overwhelming for Jim. I suggested he email the young man, ask all his questions about what to bring, what they needed, and the involved costs. He did, and oh lort! Oh my, oh my! This has turned rather strange. Why? Squeaky clean youth pastor thinks the church and Jim are going to be showing up with 20K for a new education center replete with computers. Whoa! I asked Jim if anyone promised this young man the money and he says no. I just pointed out to Jim there are laws in place on how much money

Simpatia Mas Profunda Wil Mart

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  Another one bites the dust, or a tale of an industry giant smushing like a bug a small rebellious business. One of the things I got the biggest laugh from after moving to Costa Rica is the cheerful nihilism of a local store. The Wil Mart in Matapalo on the way to Playa Grande. It is conveniently located, and Wilbert always has ice cold Coke Ligeros waiting for me along with water, and pretty much anything one can need. Snacks, both healthy and sinfully unhealthy, flip flops, sun lotion, small household repair items, all kinds of foodber and coffee, coffee, coffee. On weekends there are sometimes live bands playing and for awhile they had an on site brewery. I always smiled to see the copycat Wal Mart logo, the same colors, the same font, the same cheery white star between the words "Wil" and "Mart". It came off as a cheeky insouciant flipped bird in the face of big American corporate greed. I approved, but I still seriously hate Wal Mart, literally the worst place

A Weird Start to a New Year

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  The crocodile infested estuary at Playa Tamarindo with pangas (boats) taking people on estuary tours. Crocodile infested fits today. I didn't make it all the way to midnight last night I flaked out in the bed around 9, and awoke very briefly. Porque, my stray cat that decided she lives in our bedroom, got off me once the fireworks started. I was fascinated by her very un cat like behavior. She walked across the bed to where there was a small opening in the drapes and she could see out. She sat there the entire fifteen minutes locals were shooting off rockets watching. I've never seen an animal unafraid of fireworks before. Miss Porque is the most oddball but loving cat I've ever had the grace of knowing. Fast forward to this very morning. Jim picks a fight with me on our way to feed Cissy's animals. I think he's just feeling a lot of negative emotions towards his pal Durwood, and I'm getting the horns. I was so mad over the small nitpicky thing he was fighting

If There Was Ever a Week..

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 ....that I felt like leaving the internet it was this week and very very little of it had a damn thing to do with the internet. Driftwood washed up on Brasilita Beach. I felt about as useful as this piece of dead wood. I feel like throwing hands at life right now, like that tree is throwing hands. Last Christmas night I developed a sore throat and fever, spent the better part of this week dealing with it. At the same time we were having big work done on our car, the dash pulled out to have a broken coolant line replaced, and now some adjustments to the transmission, filter changed, fluids changed. Meaning that as I got sicker and sicker and started freaking out (yet again!) sure I had Covid I couldn't get to the doctor without a long cab ride. I'd been exposed several times last week, through my husband's idiot fellow church members.  Negative Covid test on the Tuesday before the border run, and now symptoms.  Since the Pandemic I've been playing "Covid or Asthma/

Nica Shakedown and Dogshit Christmas

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  The beach in Nicaragua near San Juan del Sur. I would love to visit this resort again, but between the political climate and the random spots of violence in Nicaragua make this impossible right now. On Wednesday we did our border run to Nicaragua and back again. The good - I managed to hoof it the odd mile and so back under my own steam. No riding around in a pedicab. The bad - Jim twisted an ankle and so did I. I just didn't know it until later. I tore ligaments years ago and when I re-injure the ankle there is painful hell to pay. Plus the prices on all aspects of the border crossing have increased. We spent with the parking fees approximately sixty bucks instead of the usual forty eight. The ugly - the Nica agent at the exiting Nicaragua desk tried to shake us down for an additional twenty bucks, claiming it was a 'new fee' for crossing back within minutes. All the while the sign at his cubicle said that the fee was a mere three bucks. He picked the wrong two gringos t

Pressures Low and High

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  The loaded grapefruit tree in front of the bedroom window. Soon we're have ripe grapefruit coming out of our ears. At least whatever we manage to save from the parrots. We get flocks of yellow naped green parrots all over the grapefruit every year. This week has been sort of low key. I've been having a few weeks of strange free floating anxiety. I know it's chemical. It's meaningless, but it just is what it is. I am wondering now if it's been triggered by my blood pressure medicine snafus. It's dropping my pressure levels too low so I'm sort of just napping off and on a lot of the week. I find when I'm rather frustrated, sad or angry it's my stupid body trying to get me to notice something. Talking to my neuro about this right now as every blood pressure med they try me on eventually drops it too low and I turn lethargic. Monday we took our friend Dave to Liberia, just to take him to Price Smart, and show him all the places to pick up the best of e