Annual Blog Check Up

This post is an annual check up of my blog.

Hhhhmmmm. A year ago, I was writing – I felt as if the flesh was being torn from the bones of my soul.

I can read that poem and remember. Oh, it was awful.

I came here to Potrero, thinking I was going to help, the kid, go to the University. Nada, no way Jose. This boy is going to swing a machete the rest of his life. – Okay – that took a while to process – to come down from. What a crock of mierda. – Who knows, the many piles of manure that I have stepped in, have become fertilizer in my life.

All after I learned how to live.

Celeste walked across Costa Rica.

I had a monkey in my yard. Its mother had been electrocuted down the road and it had made its way to my fence. My yard has been their traveling path for the twenty three years that I have owned this place. That was quite a day. I learned in that experience that the monkey “help” people, are really like all the other not for profits. They collect money. Easy. People love the monkeys. They love to ease their conscious over the plight of tourism. Here. Take my money. Help the monkey. Si, señorita. I would love to. Heee hee – hee hee. The Tico laughs.

I wrote about seven posts for – If You Grew Up In Jacksonville. That was the best!

I joined a writer’s group. It meets in Dengue Alley.

I went to the Peace University. I would love to attend.

And then there was the burglar. We didn’t hurt him.

The clock is ticking – it won’t be long and I will be, being frisked by the TSA.

Praying many Hail Marys. And landing at the JAX.

Come aboard. Come aboard. Come aboard.