papagayo wind, some say not. Me? I’m inclined to agree with them. Imagine hours of sustained 40-50 mile per hour winds. Our large butterfly bush snapped in half. And we’re told by expats who have lived here for years that we’ve seen nothing yet – winds can be sustained for days at 60 miles per hour. I imagine pool furniture in the pool, along with our youngest papaya tree.I’m not certain about how I’ll respond to months without rain. I need rain and hours of cloud cover -- it keeps me sane. Janet says that we’ll have rain around Christmas. How Janet knows this is a mystery; but I’ve never known Janet to be mistaken about anything.
World AIDS day. This may not be important to you, but to the gal who devoted years to HIV education, prevention, and patient support, it’s a really big deal. I’ll be drinking my evening cocktail from a red glass while sporting my red bandana (the only red clothing I own).
But the real point of the calendar subject is that today the countdown begins. Countdown to what you ask? Chanukah? Christmas? 2016? Well, all of those, but also to the date that Rusty flies back to Texas leaving me, Jill, and Nut-Meg alone in the house. T-minus four days, and counting. And yes, I’m counting.
But wait, it’s gets better. Less than 24 hours after Rusty returns, I leave. Six more days without cooking and cleaning Mil Colinas (I’ve got Janet lined-up to clean the house the day before I return). Six days with the Y-girls in Dallas. Can I have a hallelujah?!
Do I have concerns about leaving Rusty alone with his new boy-play-room? Absolutely. I could return to some welded tiki Christmas sculpture mounted on the roof. But the man is always full of surprises . . . I could also return to a finally-cleared-of-tools-and-tool-boxes terrace . . . or to a pool full of floating Dewars bottles . . . just to spite me for this post.
There's an animal in trouble somewhere. Alert One, Alert One. Don't listen to more than the first 42 seconds of the link that is the Wonder Pets video.
But do pray for Marley.