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I married well. My husband is an excellent cook, is not a drunk, brings home the bacon when no one else can find any, does not mention hardly ever mentions my weight, plays the piano and the flute, is an intellectual and does not mind I ain’t, and does not watch televised sports. Never has. Nor have my sons. Ever. Until today. Today, literally out of the blue, both boys are down there watching The Game. They were enjoying it so much and so loudly, Hal has joined them and is now explaining all the rules.
What . . . → Read More About Something Has Gone Terribly Wrong
or: Nurturing Cultural Intercourse and the Integrity of English in Central America
Written by guest author, el Profesor de Inglés, Hal:The school is a single room concrete block building up in the hills behind Santa Ana in Costa Rica. It’s poorly lit and cheaply furnished in the Costa Rican style. I spend four hours a week there teaching a few of the locals how to speak English. My students range in age from 14 to 64. A small core of about half a dozen are my most dedicated, another half a dozen drift in and . . . → Read More About About Last Night
The great news is that this morning I walked into Ryan’s room at around 5am because there was a funny noise. He was sleeping with his MOUTH SHUT and sorta snoring through his nose.
The tamponas have a tube running down the middle of them to help breathe. THEY WORK!!!!! It was so exciting to see this, I almost cried. Yahoo.
The interesting tidbit is that yesterday, some young tica pretty much proposed to Hal on the phone. Sight unseen. Yeah. If she saw him, . . . → Read More About Great News and, um, Interesting News
This is how my husband talks:
"Gold’s principle value as money to everyone but bankers and politicians is that it cannot be called into existence at will to purchase votes. We are not talking about the value of gold, per se. Of course a peanut butter sandwich is more valuable to a hungry man than a gold coin. Never the less, a man with a gold coin will rarely have to go hungry.Gold is unsurpassed as a medium of exchange, storehouse of value, and source of truth about it’s political counterpart, . . . → Read More About The Smartest Man I Know
This is Hal’s answer when someone asks how long we’ve been married. Funny, huh? But it hasn’t been forever. It’s only been 17 years, as of today: Groundhog’s Day 2008.
Groundhog’s Day 1991, we got married at sunset on our little makeshift dock behind our mobile home on Stock Island. Back before Stock Island was fashionable. Our good friend Cindy Tellone married us. She was a notary; we wrote our vows. None of our families were in attendance, because…
We started dating 25 May 1989. One day, a year and a half later, since we were hardly out of . . . → Read More About “Seems Like Forever.”
Hal and Mo went to Samara yesterday to an Air Festival put on by The Flying Crocodile. They drove, took about six hours from what I can figure. Hal emailed me this morning:
Hi,Got in yesterday around 5:30. Got to the airport at about sundown. Going there again today. Cell phones don’t work. No AC. No hot water. Paradise just like I remember it. One of us will call if the other is killed in a plane wreck. We both love you.Pura vida,Hal
God, what a romantic. Here’s a video of . . . → Read More About Pobrecitos!
This morning, I had to admit to Hal that my homesickness has ratcheted up a notch lately. A big notch. So much so that, in my mind, I unconsciously find myself adding "when we go back" to the end of my thoughts. Unconsciously, until this morning when I heard my thoughts loud and clear. It stopped me in my tracks. Why was my mind going there? Why am I so homesick all of a sudden?
Consciously, I don’t want to go back. Our lives are good here. We are comfortable, we know people, we get around, we love the . . . → Read More About Wrong Question
Wow, we got the ebook version of Hal’s book online last night. What a FEAT. The learning curve for the software alone took me days to conquer. I bought a piece of software last year for $60 or $70, can’t remember now, that promised to allow instant secure digital delivery of a digital product.
In case my mom is reading this, I’ll explain: a digital product is one that is sold online and you take possession (after you’ve paid) via download. Like an ebook. Or an iTunes song. Or downloaded software. . . . → Read More About Phase 1 Complete!
At least we won’t be dressed in matching outfits. I’d like to be, but Hal won’t go for it. And I’ll bet I don’t get to drive then either.
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