The trip to the dentist went well. I may be done by Friday after all, which means we can still go to the coast, provided the road hasn't washed out. It is raining just about non-stop at this point. We went to our favorite soda (tiny cafe) for lunch, two people... rice, beans, plantains, fish, salad and tea... 4450 colones. We were home by three and saw no corpses along the way. There were lots of cops on the pedestrian mall today. Maybe it was their routine crackdown on vendors selling pirated music from plastic tarps on the sidewalk. I don't know. In any case, today the presence of the policia was as conspicuous as their absence yesterday.
Being home early, I am enjoying the company of little Dublin, one of two resident dogs here at Casa Feliz. She is very very sweet, extremely tiny and is, at the moment, cuddled beside me in the orange chair in the upstairs sitting room. As usual, Casa Feliz is one big dysfunctional family in which everyone gossips about everyone else. Currently, the most screwed up character is a 60 something Brit who recently married a much younger Tica woman who barely speaks English. He simultaneously suffers the ecstasy and despair of this insanity.
As I hear it, after a brief acquaintance they married earlier this year. After a brief honeymoon, she beat him up and he returned to the UK. They then reconciled via email. He returned to Costa Rica and they have been on and off ever since. Our host is of the opinion that she is trying to provoke him to violence (she hit him again recently) so she can divorce him and get his money though Mr. Lee tells me she would not be entitled to property he had before the marriage. Anyway, a couple of nights ago, while he was waiting for her to maybe come over at nine and maybe spend the night, he and I chatted about where they could live happily ever after. Not Costa Rica. Not the UK. Not the US or Mexico. I suggested Panama. He like that and decided that's where they would go. She showed up sometime after 10, left the next morning and he stayed in his room for the next 30 hours. People did call through the door a couple of times to see if he was alive. Tonight he and Lewis, a 23 year old UPER and graduate from a high school class of 15, went drinking.
7 comments:
She showed up sometime after 10, left the next morning and he stayed in his room for the next 30 hours.
Chuckling, glad that I'm not 60-something, but worried because it's not too far off.
I'm glad your dental work is progressing nicely. That always seems like such a huge relief to me to get "caught up."
Oh god. Tell me this foolishness is not age related.
That sounds sad:(
Good luck at the dentist and the trip to the coast we never made it to the carribean side so if you can sneak a few photos I would enjoy that......a lot nut not enough to keep me in my room for the next 30hrs maybe you suggest he lay off the Viagra?
PS the recommended dose is 50mg the maximum is 100mg and the only reason I know that is because sometimes we have to give it to babies at work because it actually helps with heart function although we give it in much, much smaller doses;)
Wonderful stories hover over the people around you like angels who only need names to become visible.
Kimberlee, That's hilarious about the viagra. I'd happily pass your tip along to Tim but he claims he stayed in his room so long because he was depressed and he doesn't seem to have much of a sense of humor.
I will have to give you a rain check for the photos of the Caribbean. I don't think we'll be going there this time. The rain this year has been devastating and we are having second thoughts about taking a bus to the coast. You know how the roads are even in the dry season!
Don, nice description. Good point. Stories are everywhere. You're right. Name them and they become visible.
Post a Comment