The Sea is a Salty One

   A cave wave carved near a beach named in Spanish "The name of Jesus". Took this photo and a pile of others on Sunday on a big boat on the Pacific. Saw humpback whales. Saw a ton of tiny islands and deserted beaches, swam in the Pacific and got waited on hand and foot by the staff. I could get used to that. One thing I didn't count on was how quickly those whales surfaced, and disappeared in the flip of a massive tail. Don't really want to talk about the trip because I took a tumble, broke toes, injured my hip and discovered I also have a cracked rib now. No more "Ahoy sailor" for awhile. Today two of my biggest baddest stressors resolved. First, the husband finally started taking his blood sugar problems seriously. He takes his readings, he uses his insulin and he no longer whines about it, trying to bargain it away. I guess I got kind of over the top insano mean to him while chasing him about with the blood sugar meter and trying to keep him on the stric...

  Our cat Stinky submitting to a big iguana he'd been fighting. This bout stopped all the silly attempts to land a five foot iguana. Ignore all that silly whining and whinging I've been doing. It all fades away into the silliness it actually is. Day before yesterday, last at night our cat Stinky started to follow around and cry so piteously. That "Mom, Mom, it hurts and I frightened" cry I last heard when Miss Porque was dying. No he wasn't dying but yesterday morn as soon as the good vet clinic by the house opened we brought Stinky in. As I suspected it was a urinary blockage.   This handsome fellow had minor surgery and is staying several days as a guest *coughcoughUnwillingPatient* at the animal hospital until his blood tests show that the infection is going.  I went to see him this afternoon and he was so so pitiful in the clinic's kennel cages in the back. But after I knelt down to talk to him and pet Stinky he finally started making eye contact with us b...

 Heck, I have tried thrice to insert a moody atmospheric photo of the gardens at that missed Arenal hotel that has now been razed. Just imagine it's here. Something in this thingabob isn't working right for me tonight. So on brand. Today was a wild one, tough, trust-busting, and brought some big surprises accidentally.  Husband and I had a disagreement. That's not too unusual. We do not agree on a vast many things and it's okay. Even silly things like who gets to clean out the crisper drawer in the fridge. We still manage to find our ways back to each other. Yeah, we're that couple that does not go to bed angry. We might be going to bed hurting or sad, but having talked out the heat of the matter that diffuses the anger aspect of interpersonal dramas. I discovered that a pretty big boundary had been breached in my privacy. I found out entirely by accident when he handed me his cellphone to fix and when a strange set of messages popped up as the first thing. It wasn...

.......Fantasy Football season where I morph from my grumpiest form - Fantasy Football Widow!  This is where we are right now. The husband gearing up to pick his fantasy teams, scream at the tv, spout obscenities, and acting a fool. Over the freaking NFL! An organization that exploits the players, sure, they pay them well but the emerging science that shows what this does to their brains and their bodies makes it seem like this is a blood payment for that which should not happen. I realize my thoughts on this sport brand me almost as UnAmerican considering how much of society worships at its altars. I hated it when I attended LSU, I hate it now!  So in the past two weeks the husband has been doing two things, one - he's been asking for a cauliflower pizza he can eat because he misses it. The second thing is more problematic - he wanted me to go with him to one of his fantasy football drafting events. To sit all night with strangers, a wife and young children I do not know whil...

  A disappeared world in Arenal that is now a fancy hotel instead of the quiet place I loved. Nothing stays the same forever, not even my misunderstandings and emotions. Things shift, my slight friend and the outright disliked person from the other day? Yeah, I still deeply dislike Charity Lynn, but I went out of my way to help her. My husband came home and told me what happened when Charity was dropped off late that night. She arrived in the middle of the meeting being held at Kaitlyn's house, which, I think, is how Kaitlyn decided the husband might help driving her there. I held my boundaries and said no because I was worried that the husband wasn't well enough to pick her up from the bed and tote her to the car like a sack of potatoes. She showed up, crying and hollering how much pain she was in. I am sure she is in pain. That night one of my good friends said she was going to go to her storage unit and dig out her walker to bring to Charity. I don't get why Charity was ...

  Sort of my level of agitation this last week starting with the flood of messages over the course of several days from Miss O. In the week since everything you could imagine selling a house overseas has crash landed, all of it not something I had done.  When we hired the real estate agent she told me it was no problem to do the sale with me in Costa Rica and the sale being in Louisiana. This was true right up until her telling me a few weeks ago I needed to just scoot out a few days before closing and have my copy of the papers notarized and overnighted back. After I pulled myself back off the floor from laughing I told her the truth, that here any notarized paperwork went through the Embassy and you had to book the appointment six weeks in advance. Cue realtor freaking out until I came up with the plan to have my Aunt who is also on the Power of Attorney to sign. In the meantime Auntie says she didn't have a copy of the PoA, which I did leave with her last summer. I ran arou...