The Sea is a Salty One

  About a week after we got back from the latest hospital confloption the wildfires got completely insane again. Sunset filtering through smoke near our house. Sort of apocalyptic looking. This week has kind of been hell. I was manipulated by a few people I used to respect, learning one of them was a terrible liar who'd played a game by using me as pawn piece. Another Judas in a sea of them apparently. They kind of broke my heart to a level I'd not experienced in quite a long time. I've been morose and moping as a result, and had to reevaluate if social media really is something I wish to participate in. Boundaries redrawn yet again. But today I started feeling a little better after talking to one of my dear older aunties. We've both been walking through an extended season of suffering. She pointed out that our old Catholic upbringing just primed us for introspection and emotionally beating ourselves up during Holy Week when we've already been in the valley for mont...

  Not a bad view, eh? Haven't been back to this restaurant in awhile. I've been busy trying to rescue my normal life from the wreckage and devastation of Jim's diagnosis. Getting back into the rhythm of life here. Almost finally on top of laundry and a few other things. Working my usual schedule like a fiend. I want normal, I crave normal and we're almost there. Jim's incision seems to be healing this time. They took out the stitches even. Yesterday for the first time since mid January he has been able to get into the swimming pool again. His total function below his waist hasn't fully returned yet, but there's hope. At least he's not peeing the bed any longer. Small tender mercies. Thankfully I'm not peeing the bed, not that I do because that's a solid no. But all of this just points out to me that money is worthless and so are possessions along with internet feuds, church battles and crazy unstable friends and enemies. Even when they provoke yo...

 It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a big metal bird in the skies of San Jose! Wish it was real and not quite so big. I love Scarlett macaws. Sometimes you see them in the trees throughout big parts of Costa Rica. I cannot go on and be as detailed as I might like because this last 14 days or so would read like the "Game of Thrones" series. Like George R.R. Martin I know I tend to be verbose. Street painting of a Macaw What happened: short story. Jim's incision opened. The sponge pump drainage system that we spent a week trudging back and forth to the doctor for wasn't working well. We ended up in San Jose at the better hospital that is our insurance's company's preferred provider facility.  This place:   View from my husband's hospital room replete with the vilely uncomfortable couch/bed combination I slept on the first night. Luckily a very worried relative showed up the next afternoon to drag me away to a nearby hotel and start making sure I ate...