Another Day in the Jungle
Another day in the jungle 5-25-2006
I was up at first light. It was one of those mornings that promised good things, and, for once, delivered.
I walked the dogs, coffee cup in hand, to the favorite morning haunt in the bamboo forest where the river
claws away at the soil beneath the roots tenaciously clinging to just enough to be walked on..
precipitously. Peering over the edge of the earth into the river and watching the schools of fish has
always been a favorite pastime of mine while the dogs prefer running amok, sniffing scents of deep
meaning while leaving ones of their own.
The earth moving machines have been hard at it for weeks, tracking past my house each day to and fro,
screeching, grinding, laboriously traversing to the chore ahead of altering the course of nature.
Someone decided the path of the river must be altered, so altered it was. The rocks have all been piled
up mightily against the normal flow to guide the river away from the bamboo and towards “the original
river path”, leaving more of a trickle to feed the swimming hole and schools of fish residing there. I was
relieved to see at least that, yet concerned when seeing the pile of rocks assigned the duty of holding
back the forces inevitably amassing in the up-coming months to defeat them. Erosion is one thing; a
dam break entirely another. Now, aside from missing my swimming hole, I fear the loss of my home! If
not mine, someone’s. I have gone on too much about this and it is still just 6 A.M.. More on this as
things progress. Think : big hurricane year.
I returned from a lovely walk and decided to add some stuff to my web page “Bullshit”. The subject was
Hunter S. Thompson, and I added a quote and some links etc; all which were quite provocative and
critical of the current US administration and people that blindly support it. After publishing this, my
phone went dead! Coincidence is always to be doubted, I say, even though they have been known to
happen…like miracles, I guess.
The neighbors’ phones also went out for awhile, yet mine was the last to re-activate..this doesn't happen
often here. I moved on, cause I was trying desperately to get my tax form off with a check applying to
some back taxes I was attempting to square away which I had screwed up on to two years ago. This
finally achieved..it was a proud accomplishment! I would much rather hack brush in the hot sun with my
machete than fill out tax forms and write checks to Uncle Sam, but it must be done..I guess. Done, it now
is! Now it’s up to the dim-witted lazy DHL gal who works for the market where I must send my important
documents. Last time the package sat under a desk for five days before we tracked it down, the whole
time her insisting it was sent the day I left it with her. Sometimes prayer, and a good ass-kicking work
wonders.
I was besieged with vendors coming up the road today after settling in a bit. The first was a largish truck
with rocking chairs strapped to the top. They were pushing the shower organizers, but when I saw the
comfy plastic yard chairs I was only concerned with which color to choose. I went with the purple, two of
em. Later in the day a guy in a small pick-up came by with hammocks and floor mats. I went with the
double-wide nylon (blue) hammock and a small pack of “Cuban” cigars. The hammock is perfect and
the cigars are the best I have ever smoked. Muchas gracias, amigos.
Muttinhead, the largest of the Muttly Crew has a torsala worm in her chest above her upper right leg, and
I am squeamish about those things, so I made an appointment with the new visiting veterinarian to come
check her out and remove it, along with giving the other two dogs a once over. Manana 0800.
The gang at the cascada café, Mistura, still have my chain saw, but promise to sharpen it and return
tomorrow. I had a beer and visited for an hour
My neighbor Mark invited me for a chicken dinner with salad and wine, and I accepted, and ate, while the
dog’s watched, longingly.
It’s 9 PM, getting tired, may smoke a fatty and pass out.
tsd
I was up at first light. It was one of those mornings that promised good things, and, for once, delivered.
I walked the dogs, coffee cup in hand, to the favorite morning haunt in the bamboo forest where the river
claws away at the soil beneath the roots tenaciously clinging to just enough to be walked on..
precipitously. Peering over the edge of the earth into the river and watching the schools of fish has
always been a favorite pastime of mine while the dogs prefer running amok, sniffing scents of deep
meaning while leaving ones of their own.
The earth moving machines have been hard at it for weeks, tracking past my house each day to and fro,
screeching, grinding, laboriously traversing to the chore ahead of altering the course of nature.
Someone decided the path of the river must be altered, so altered it was. The rocks have all been piled
up mightily against the normal flow to guide the river away from the bamboo and towards “the original
river path”, leaving more of a trickle to feed the swimming hole and schools of fish residing there. I was
relieved to see at least that, yet concerned when seeing the pile of rocks assigned the duty of holding
back the forces inevitably amassing in the up-coming months to defeat them. Erosion is one thing; a
dam break entirely another. Now, aside from missing my swimming hole, I fear the loss of my home! If
not mine, someone’s. I have gone on too much about this and it is still just 6 A.M.. More on this as
things progress. Think : big hurricane year.
I returned from a lovely walk and decided to add some stuff to my web page “Bullshit”. The subject was
Hunter S. Thompson, and I added a quote and some links etc; all which were quite provocative and
critical of the current US administration and people that blindly support it. After publishing this, my
phone went dead! Coincidence is always to be doubted, I say, even though they have been known to
happen…like miracles, I guess.
The neighbors’ phones also went out for awhile, yet mine was the last to re-activate..this doesn't happen
often here. I moved on, cause I was trying desperately to get my tax form off with a check applying to
some back taxes I was attempting to square away which I had screwed up on to two years ago. This
finally achieved..it was a proud accomplishment! I would much rather hack brush in the hot sun with my
machete than fill out tax forms and write checks to Uncle Sam, but it must be done..I guess. Done, it now
is! Now it’s up to the dim-witted lazy DHL gal who works for the market where I must send my important
documents. Last time the package sat under a desk for five days before we tracked it down, the whole
time her insisting it was sent the day I left it with her. Sometimes prayer, and a good ass-kicking work
wonders.
I was besieged with vendors coming up the road today after settling in a bit. The first was a largish truck
with rocking chairs strapped to the top. They were pushing the shower organizers, but when I saw the
comfy plastic yard chairs I was only concerned with which color to choose. I went with the purple, two of
em. Later in the day a guy in a small pick-up came by with hammocks and floor mats. I went with the
double-wide nylon (blue) hammock and a small pack of “Cuban” cigars. The hammock is perfect and
the cigars are the best I have ever smoked. Muchas gracias, amigos.
Muttinhead, the largest of the Muttly Crew has a torsala worm in her chest above her upper right leg, and
I am squeamish about those things, so I made an appointment with the new visiting veterinarian to come
check her out and remove it, along with giving the other two dogs a once over. Manana 0800.
The gang at the cascada café, Mistura, still have my chain saw, but promise to sharpen it and return
tomorrow. I had a beer and visited for an hour
My neighbor Mark invited me for a chicken dinner with salad and wine, and I accepted, and ate, while the
dog’s watched, longingly.
It’s 9 PM, getting tired, may smoke a fatty and pass out.
tsd
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