The Sea is a Salty One

 ...foot traffic visa runs by expats and others? I wish I had taken photos the last time I did the border run! This photo is from the time before that.. The husband standing under the Sandinista flag. Yes, the same Sandinista that Reagan and Bush kept trying to illegally funnel money into so they would overthrow the government. How did that work out? Well, they did and it's not an improvement. Just like every other time the CIA has meddled in Central and South American politics. Don't remember the date of the photo. I've been all turned around since my mother's goat rodeo started and I started having to fly out to Louisiana regularly. I haven't given the visa run a thought in a long time. It's changed a lot, and I mean a lot a lot in the nine and a half years we've been living here. In the early days we went to the border a mere month after I arrived in Costa Rica because the husband's three month tourist visa was running out. Pro tip: any organization ...

 ... he never promised me a rose garden!  Not the final state of our back yard! The wall has been painted. Twice! All those piles of stuff turned into a swimming pool and Jacuzzi.  Yesterday was the husband's yearly what will we do about the yard verklempting, and watching someone I know is a thief and the slowest laziest most unskilled gardener strip the back yard of the beautiful birds of paradise from the back yard. These things: Orchids, Ginger and blossoms that are actually a variety of Heliconia not birds of paradise! Husband keeps calling them birds of paradise, but that name has stuck.  I wasn't watching the work much. There's nothing out there for Stealy McStealypants to steal, just a rechargeable radio and old bottles of sunscreen. They aren't worth it. Husband asked me when I was cleaning the kitchen what I thought about the work ongoing. I told him Stealy was working with a slowness that not even a stoned sloth on Xanax would move. Later when I looked I d...

  Hey, uh, buddy, you may not be as "straight" as you are claiming.... Just like certain people aren't as good and Godly as they pretend. Yesterday I was having something of an emotional hot mess of a meltdown because yet again at church a pile of folks brought dogs into the sanctuary and it made my asthma go haywire after almost two weeks of bonkers haywire reactions. I am considering my options including turning this place into the health dept. here. Today I am better, but I woke up and took one look at my normally beautiful and relaxing looking side of the bedroom and see what looks like the doings of a junkie = multiple pairs of abandoned shoes on the bedside rug and so many empty dropped where they fell all over the nightstand nebulizer vials. I guess when I'm in that state I am the worse of junkies, not worried about keeping everything tidy like normally. So I'm cleaning the bedroom this am after another neb use. I do have a cute little cat hook that I'm...

  I cannot tell if RFK Jr. was in my yard or if the lurking raccoons were. Yesterday I made pork chops for dinner with baked potatoes and honey glazed fried apples. Husband took his plate to our dining room table on the lanai. A few minutes later I had to call him in to take a call from the kids, our adult kids. Didn't think to warn him about leaving his plate unattended. He went back out twenty minutes later and someone had jacked his pork chop, boosting it right off the plate, left the potatoes and apples alone. Took just the meat. Pretty sure it's just raccoons as they're the reason our doors and cat door are locked at night now, to prevent some furry thieves from taking our crackers and running that purloined goodness straight out the cat door for a feast. That pork chop was a beast feast!  They were calling to tell us about our son's new job! Hallelujah and praise jibbers, he finally scored a good IT job in the Washington DC area and starts in a few weeks. We also ...

  Not my bed, just where I was camping out nearly ten years ago when having the interior of the house  gutted and redone to ready it for rental. Some days I miss my pretty little cottage home, even after painting the entire interior this gray. I found I even got sick of that gray here, where everyone is still slapping it on high end real estate like it was the only shade choice besides white. This gray is the reason I have gone with colors here instead. Yesterday was all washing bedding for our bed and watching movies. One of the big things I've done lately is to replace all of our bedding here because it's old and it's cheaper. Realizing anew that nice bedding holds up better, is a bit more comfortable and there's no sin in throwing out what doesn't serve you any longer.  For the longest time the only bedding you could easily obtain in Guanacaste came from Walmart. There was nothing available higher grade unless you went to San Jose to buy it. San Jose has most of ...

  We're doing the usual errands and crazy retired coastal living there per usual, but this everything I had a depressing encounter. I was in a live stream of another YouTube creator I watch, and got to see white male privilege ride again.  He's a "reactor" and covers a few folks I sometimes watch when I feel the need to view a circus freakshow. That's not the problem, what the problem is happen to be his ridiculous over the top ideas, such as being disabled means you cannot fly internationally and other just very wrong ideas. He's not even open to having a discussion on something when he gets it horribly wrong.  Tonight he did it again, which was too bad because I was initially enjoying the silliness of the stream. In the comments there were funny discussions about things like the Ronco Pocket Fisherman, Chia Pets and Shakeweights among other items. I was laughing along. The conversation took a hard right turn into misinformed white man overconfident in his op...