How I missed you all at Rosemary’s party! Looks like you had an absolute blast and Jan filled me in on some of the details. Jan, I know everyone wants me to write about the toilet incident on Valentine’s Day. It really is funny and, someday, we shall recount the whole absurd episode to the world at large and laugh about it together - maybe in about 5 years…
Everyone in Costa Rica has hilarious construction and remodeling stories. Like the time some friends instructed workers to re-grout the pool tiles and returned home later to find the entire swimming pool slathered over in cement. Another friend recounted the time when she complained to construction workers about some building materials that had gone missing. As a result, the workers walked off the site in a huff. How dare you accuse us of stealing! Adios, gringos! And our furious friends had to apologize to the thieving bastards to get them to come back and finish the job.
Everybody has hilarious stories and so do we! I begged Gerry to let me upload a picture of him taken last week – his face contorted in utter disgust, as he pointed out a splendid example of a Tico solution to ‘correct’ a defective window installation in the library - but he absolutely refused.
Today, Gerry is relaxed and smiling. Why? Why else - he’s completing final details for his upcoming trip to New Orleans. He leaves early next week and returns in March. The primary purpose of his trip is to bring back vital materials to finish the house. A vital trip this is this is.
Therefore, if you find yourself in New Orleans sometime during the next couple of weeks, you will find Gerald most early evenings up the block at Ryan’s Pub, drinking a pint of Boddington’s and watching football (soccer to us Gringos) with his mates. Arsenal is his team but he will watch whatever is on the screen at the time. I rarely go to Ryan’s Pub with him, except for a quickie half pint before continuing elsewhere. On Halloween, however, we sat at Ryan’s waiting for the Parade. All the usual suspects were there: cats, witches, horny Draculas, transvestite ballerinas, trashy nuns, Willy Wonka Chocolate Nagins, everything that your perverse mind could imagine, and us, crowded together at the bar calmly sipping our favorite beverage.
In the meantime, I need to remain here to keep multiple plates spinning.
Other news:
- The horses broke into the gardens again last night. Kids rounded them up.
- Armando brought home 10 young hens to replace some of the older ones, which will now be retired to the soup pot. Life circles around.
- More hawk sightings now that I have learned how to hear them. Saw a big one just outside the bathroom this morning. Not sure which one because Skutche’s book still in storage. Also spotted several bright red Summer Tanagers in the citrus orchard.
- Tabebuias and Cordias now in full bloom, tons of vines, especially in the Bignoniac and Sapindac families, also many herbaceous, especially Hibiscus and Rubiacs. Many more. Go see the gardens!
- Kids started school. Trying to get Gerry to teach the little ragmuffins down in the Rodeo school proper, British English. He didn’t say no but everyone’s laughing about it around El Tigre
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