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I always thought my husband knew everything. "Ask your father," is my standard response to all questions, like, "Mom, how far away is the sun?" "How deep is the ocean?" "What are bullets made of?" "Where does money come from?" I can only answer the last one off the top of my head ("Why, selling your soul to the devil, honey.") Otherwise, Hal's the answer man, always has been. Imagine my surprise, when listening to the . . . → Read More About FFA I hope your day is as fun and exciting as this little guy’s is! (Thank you, George.) Pura vida! Love, Saratica is sooooo totally dirty. Clean laundry piled on the ping pong table, the floors need a once-over… just the basics, I guess. Usually by this time, the maid's been here twice already and everything looks neater. I miss my maid… but I'm not missing anything else. Ha ha, get it? Still, somebody needs to clean this place. I'm too busy to worry about cleaning. Much, much too busy. See? When we first moved here, of all the people we thought might come to visit wild and woolly Costa Rica, Mam, Hal's mom, would be the very last. Not just because she had never shown particular interest in traveling to foreign lands, but because she had been quite ill during the preceding year. She was a shadow of her former self, a mere slip of a girl at 79 years old, quite frail, frequently needing oxygen. Eh, those minor details didn't . . . → Read More About Mam I fired Maid #5 today. I'm getting pretty good at it now. Let's call her Dani. Dani was fired for stealing, just like the last four. She's worked for me for about a year and a half. I found her through a friend, Lori, who's employed her for 8 years. Eight years… I thought I couldn't miss with this recommendation. Dani worked two 5-hour days a week for Lori, the same for me. We paid her close to $5/hour, not including vacation days, CAJA (national health care) and aguinaldo [ah-gwi-NAL-dough, Christmas bonus). We gave her clothes, told her to . . . → Read More About Culturally Confusing Last night, as I was putting the chickens to bed, I finally had to admit that, either chickens as a species are seriously lacking in the brains department, or I just lucked out and got three really dumb birds. I don't mean to be insulting to my girls, but it's a fact. Wanting to prove or disprove my observations, I Scroogled "intelligent chickens." The top search results were animal humane sites, all using the amazing and (well) hidden intelligence of chickens as a . . . → Read More About Things I Know About Chickens NOW |
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