The Sea is a Salty One

Yes, that's a smoking volcano, that's Arenal Volcano. I made like a volcano and spewed this morning, sadly I did not spew ash! I know, I know, I haven't posted much, but much of life has been mundane and inane! The rains have arrived along with the ripe mangoes so the monkeys are living full time in our mango grove. Scuttling across the guesthouse roof, peering in windows, pooping in the pool. Every time I step into the kitchen to cook I do it with a watching howler monkey troop. I don't know why they thing that is so fascinating.  Yesterday I did something I never do. I ate processed foods and about equal to a smallish package of gummy bears. I felt weird almost immediately, but I was binging on a very bad new Netflix documentary series where it felt like everyone in the series save a few folks were just awful people. I was self medicating with small amounts of the stuff the husband always eats.  Never again! Going back to cleaner eating. The capper was waking up at 5a...

  The usual Sunday night place just in time for sunset. Been a very wild couple of days. Working on getting our passports renewed. Jim and I were forced to work as a team to fix the leak in our washer. Mix in that we've been social, too damn social for introverted me. Saturday night. We head off to the house of a local musician we know well. It's his 72nd birthday and there's a shindig at his house. I didn't know anyone there at first beyond the host and hostess, but that's okay, I love to people watch. I'm hobbling because my knee is still a problem, the band of muscles on the outside of it are strained and I've already been told its a long recovery time. It hurts, I deal.  After slipping out back to smoke a little of the devil's lettuce with the host I went back into a house to sit in the living room to people watch and rest my knee. I sat down in a living room filled with ladies of a certain age. One of them kept telling me I looked 'familiar'...

  Strike up the band! Sunday night at our usual hangout. I'm having symptoms that make me think there's something very wrong and different going on in my body. Yesterday I accidentally took a four hour nap while boiling potatoes and eggs for potato salad, got up around 7 pm and stayed up until 11 before crashing for about ten hours. On top of that my balance is much much worse suddenly and I'm having difficulties with my hands gripping things along with shaking involuntary muscle movements and crazy random pain. I guess it's time to go get a physical again. Starting to wonder if the doctor that thought I had MS might be right after all. I hope not, but I am not a happy camper about any of this! Yesterday in the middle of my moaning about my stupid body I decided to go get a few plastic things and casserole dishes from the local Walmart subsidiary, not actual Walmart as that is over an hour away. Noticing cleaning the guesthouse post visit that I really needed to add to ...

  Funny how different life can look a full week later! First, we finally heard from my husband's doctor and that one high marker in his prostate blood work apparently does not mean cancer, it's the last gasp of a body that had it's prostate removed. I am hoping he is right! Different week, man. Last Saturday morning I was sitting in my car weeping thinking the cancer was still there, listening to Glen Campbell singing "Rhinestone Cowboy" and feeling like I understood a lot of the frustration and lack of freedom in the song. I got home just in time to hear the good news. May it be so! Right now my youngest's child's best friend and husband are here. Sweet couple who've stayed with us before and are doing it again. This week has been running them around to get a rental car after making sure the guesthouse was immaculate. I had to do some appliance and linens replacement because of the guy that stayed 3 months last year, and ruined or disappeared certain ...

  Sunset last Sunday at Tamarindo Beach. I'll be there tonight for sunset yet again. Our Sunday night tradition! We're pretending to normality at the moment. Jim's bloodwork is not good. Likely he will be going back to the capital for radiation and chemotherapy. I am a mess. But I am pretending yet again. In several days my daughter's best friend and her husband are visiting. Their visit does not need our drama, plus I don't want to coming back to my daughter to tell her this isn't over yet. I love these kiddults too much for that.