The Sea is a Salty One

 Yep! That's me again. I haven't really been right since the election. It's more than Trump fear. After seeing his nominees I feel like we're going to get the same ridiculously inept happenings. The only one of the bunch I really worry about is RFK Jr. and only because of my mastocytosis. I fear for proper medication access and the stoppage of drug research most of all. Enough about that. This week, it has been both coming attractions and past history. Tuesday we went to Price Smart with a friend from here in Tama. We always give her a ride. Got up that morning and just did not feel quite 'right', if that makes any sense at all. Once we were near the piles bags of pet food it happened. My oxygen levels tanked suddenly. One minute I'm slogging along like an over caffeinated sloth, the next minute my entire PriceSmart list erased itself from my mind, and I stopped being able to function as the Wifebot3000.  Luckily for me the husband took one long look at my w...

  This has been quite the week, hasn’t it?  We went to nearby Playa Grande one day around noon this week. We’re currently in the tail end of rainy season here in Costa Rica, meaning it can rain for days, peak rainy season, so any slight break in the weather is a good excuse to travel the roughly mile and a half to Grande with our beach chairs, ice chest and other accompaniments for an afternoon diversions on the sand at the part of Grande that is Palmeras Beach because of the large clump of palms growing there. Love the beach even during rainy season because you can get some dramatic photographs.   I briefly explored the tiny creek estuary I love. It was per usual filled with small hermit crabs scuttling every which way and with my beloved sea beans. Once I got back from nosing through the sea wrack looking for beans my husband Jim took his stroll on the sand to Dante’s Rock, a huge stony mountain of rock jutting into the Pacific Ocean that divides Grande from ...