The Sea is a Salty One

  Aftermath of rain and debates. Last week was our one and only debate at the beachside bar. Apparently the long conservative lady was upset I brought my Ipad and fact checked her claims in real life. C'est la vie! If you cannot take the heat in the kitchen then just get the heck out of there! Not everyone should be cooking or debating.  So it turns out I never did explain the debate here. Story about the recent debate myself and others were in held at a local place, a sort of international group talking about the presidential election in the USA. Up on my Substack, meant to post it here! Whoopsie! Too many balls in the air at the same time!

 Does anyone remember this song by the Temptations? Heee! Reminds me of a band gig way back in the late 1970s where our band played on a boxing ring, and the canvas floor kept shifting. We did this song! So why is the ground so shaky? We had a 6.2 earthquake this morning and as of right now there have been 35 aftershocks, some around 4.0. I keep feeling them. I'm pretty immune to the earthquakes here in Costa Rica now. It just made the day strange. Happened while we were at the clinic, and on the drive home, and at the house. Jim has to go to see a surgeon about the mrsa problems he's having. It's just a question now of straight to surgery, or a CT scan and doctor's visit. All hinges on how he's doing Monday.  I swear I cannot WAIT for 2024 to end! The entire year has just been a complete and utter spitshow! On the good side I ordered a custom piece of artwork this week from a dear artist friend for Jim. I still feel bad we had to let go of so many things when we mo...

 Wish I was back in Arenal feeding coatimundis stale bread. Jim is sick and they think it's another round of Mrsa. I'm kind of overwhelmed thinking about that because of the amount of scrubbing, sanitizing, separating out of towels and linens. What the heck world? Just when I was kicking derierres and jotting down sobriquets. Dang! On the horribly funny side some wag with an ax to grind with hate pastor Steven Anderson posted this. It's juvenile, it's nasty but I am still laughing! Who has he managed to anger the most lately?

  Once picked up Gerry on this road and gave him a ride! You may not remember Gerry, he lives on a street between our airport to whorehouse street and the big grocery store. He's a few years older than the husband, he's interesting, entertaining and occasionally weird as all get out! He graduated from Berkley, but the more you talk to him, the more convinced you are that he burned way too many brain cells in nearby Haight-Asbury in the 1960s. I see him out and about often, walking his pack of stray dogs on a variety of frayed leashes. I've given him rides around the area, even if he has zero acquaintance with deodorant and it's pretty obvious soap and water rarely touch his body in a place in the high 90s daily. Luckily for me my noise is usually stuffed up by whatever pollen is happening, so that doesn't usually phase me that he smells.   Through the years as I run into Gerry our conversations range from the mundane to the brilliant to the "Oh holy shit he...

  So much to tell and so little. It's been a while. I'm still finding this year filled with more twists and turns than a drunk road contractor following a snake through the woods. Big crazy stuff happening in the world of non-denominational Evangelical that I've been detailing on my Substack - https://withstrangefire.substack.com/ On the personal side I'm struggling with reestablishing the boundaries I need. Jim is still not 100% recovered from his cancer surgery followed by mrsa and the incision opening up. I am still struggling to regulate my emotions, sleep schedule and a million dull medical conditions, all of which aren't happy about the low barometric pressures we've been having. Very dull stuff. I'm going to have to explain to a good friend that if I'm hurting over a huge heart hurt I don't need her trying to 'fix' me, which she's been attempting. I am beginning to think the kindest thing we can do with the grieving is to simply li...