The Sea is a Salty One

  This has been a difficult week. On the heels of finishing up his over two years of cancer high-jinks we discover that the husband has developed insulin dependent diabetes, his kidney function is not good - he only has one - and a number of other things wrong with him. I am diabetic, a well controlled diabetic of many years merely using metformin and diet so none of this is new to me.  So this week crash lands with the most squeamish man on the planet having to learn to give himself insulin injections. He's only been doing that since Monday, so it's all new. Says he feels worse than he did before. This afternoon in the middle of the Do-It Center his blood sugar tanked, sweaty, pale, light headed, hot mess tanked. I was almost panicked to get the fruit juice in him and try to bring up his levels. One healthy meal later at a nearby Tico Soda and he's somewhat better. I wrapped up buying my box of pricks, err, prickles, or cacti and we started for home.  We don't get far ...

  I absolutely love this completely bonkers photoshop of Joe Biden getting up close and personal with members of the starship Enterprise. I am an equal opportunity offender this morn. Trying to elevate my mood. Last night I heard that Ryan Stollar killed himself. Hit hard. I've known him a long time now. The pool guys and the plumber are here. That recent earthquake cracked the hot tub and loosened some of the faucets and pipes in the house. Repairs ongoing. Stupidly did a long beachwalk yesterday and started paying the crazy no spoons price immediately. Can barely function today.  A couple days ago I knocked heads with a ridiculous guy name calling after I pointed out his stances belied his self-applied sobriquet. Said I'd tell a tale of the most inappropriate flirtation I ever experienced. No, it wasn't at my father's funeral or anything like that. It happened during my honeymoon. We flew to the Bahamas on one of those package deal honeymoons. The Bahamas were lovely,...

  Yesterday was the opposite of this! A lot of silly things happened including the cat peeing on me and getting boinked on the noggin by a big old heavy box from the top shelf in the laundry room. Headaches and pee. Protip - do not snatch up your cat while you see him squat down on the rug to annoyance pee because a stray came into the house or you might end up with pee in your hair! I had barely finished washing the pee out when the husband dropped a huge bomb shell on me - he suggested, quite out of the blue, that we take Viking River cruise somewhere in Europe, maybe even their 21 day Grand Tour. I ran around the house squealing and laughing for a full hour! Mr. Tighter Than a Speedo suggested a super expensive trip for our soon to arrive 40th wedding anniversary. I have a catalog from my mother's mail I looked at in the fall and mentioned longingly of perhaps going one day and it looks like it might actually happen! Our anniversary is within the week, so it's not happening ...

  Not the rains here now, but a rainy day. We have been having like six days of rainy weather, all day, all night rain. We usually only get that in Sept-Oct. I read a LOT of books when this happens. This time it's a  cyclonic storm off the coast of Central America. We've been battered for days. I even got so desperate for the beach I went during the rain the other day. I have a video up on my Facebook of the wild waves that day in the few minutes it wasn't raining. Crazy times. We're supposed to have more of this next week~ Usually this point in rainy season we get beautiful sunny mornings, noon and many times in the afternoon. If the showers hit it's usually late afternoon or early evening. Nope, not right now. So what am I doing? Reorganizing the house, cleaning, and working on my mental health. I am glad I am as my big trigger person just returned and immediately summoned the husband to their house on some faux emergency. He finally escaped after explaining over ...

  Recent morning beach walk Playa Punto Pelencho on a recent day here in 'Rainy" or "Green Season" During low tide you can walk right out to that little isle Isla Loros. We're in the ups and downs right now. Big news: The deal fell through. Not on my end. They verbally agreed to a price point, my realtor put the contract together, she signed, I signed and we sent it over to the buyer's agent. Crickets. More crickets. Then the other agent came back with a " the client has chosen not to proceed " just like that! I asked a few whys and the answer is that the new price point was all of the client's money. Le sigh. I didn't want to go up, I wanted to sell it at the original contract, but truthfully it's stupid to risk every penny you have, even on your dream of living on the country club golf course. I get it, I really do because 30 something years ago we had to walk away from a Victorian manse I wanted so badly, but we'd be risking every...

  Hiraeth: A Welsh term, a deep, bittersweet longing or homesickness for a home, place, or time to which you cannot return. The both horrible and interesting thing about dealing with Mom's situation is not the mild depression that comes on days when I'm forced to deal with some mundane detail I don't want to in her care. It's the low-key ever presence sense of missing my own home, both childhood and the Virginia one I lived in for nearly 30 years.  Right now I'm attempting to write a list of everything that I'm taking from the house. We're dickering now, We have a solid offer that looks likely to go through, for the entire place, the lock, the stock and the barrel. I've already taken most of the things I bought, like the sheets and towels I had to buy for Mom's stay in assisted living, and last trip I took the sheets and towels I had to buy to actually live in the home without resorting to shreds of terrycloth and destroyed bedding.  I've combed ...