8/18/2007 9:38:31 PM
Just got back from the colmado(super little store). There is a huricane hitting the island. There is no electricity.
Everything is soo dark.
I think I am going to read a bit, and hit the sack, or shall I say, the floor.
Wow. I just noticed that there was a scorpion. It was only about 4.5 feet from my bed. I sleep on the floor with a thin foam pad. Yikes. What a scare. That was a bit disconcerting that an insect like that was in my room. I killed it.
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8/13/2007 5:49:07 PM
Wow. What a day. I went to Ocoa this morning, and had some work to do on a website. Ran into a few errors. Had to set permissions on the database to allow it to work. Well, coming back, I was on a motorcycle, and the guy decided to take the old road to Rodedero. We made it about 2/3 of the way up the mountain and his motor siezed up. I felt bad for him and paid, and then went on my way up the hill. The motor probably siezed up because it was only 50cc and the hill was steep and I had my computer, groceries, and my 200 pounds(my body weight). Add that all up with another man, and the poor little motor just couldn't do it.
Poor guy.
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7/24/2007 11:54:48 PM
Holy macarolli. Man, I just got freaked out! I was in bed and I was hearing stuff in my room. I wasn't really sure what it was, but like 2 minutes ago, while I was in my bed, something touched my hand. At first I thought it was an insect. As I reached for my flashlight, a rat jumped up at my face and ran off. I actually felt it's feet on my forehead! Geeze. Well, that was wierd.
I am not really scared of rats and such, but to be in bed in the middle of the night and have one
touch you can really shake you up.
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7/18/2007 9:58:59 PM
Well, I went to Ocoa today on my bicycle. The back tire went flat 2 times. It appeared that the tube lost structural integrity. What an adventure. The hardest part about getting a flat tire back to operating condition is finding a working air pump(In the Dominican Republic).
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roses at the Dixon apple farm
So I found a good reason to have text. Laryngitis. Funny, I hadn’t thought about my voice so much in, well, awhile. One of those things you don’t realize how important it is until it’s gone. And whispering makes it worse. And working in the cold in a bathrobe at 1 in the morning cause it’s a movie set, and darnit, that’s just what you have to in the name of film. My sister who’s visiting was following me to my new place, and missed the turnoff. I noticed, and sure enough she calls asking where to go and she’s worried because she’s about to get on the highway etc etc. All I could say was a feeble ’eek’ and gasp and squeak. Fortunately, she spoke squeak and found her way to the correct turnoff. That’s when I knew she was really my sister.....
I called my friend LC and asked for her input to fill a blank wall in my new place. I said the painting needed to be about 2’ high by 4-6’ wide. She’s a fantabulous artist and is full of brilliant ideas. I’ve been wanting to learn how to paint with oils (watercolor is my typical medium) so she suggested bringing a canvas over while we do lunch and we’ll be inspired and start painting. She asked if I like the smell of the oil paints-- that that is part of the fun of oil painting. Really?? I laugh-- out loud- and ask if they smell anything like the markers they’ve been using in my class lately because those are STRONG. Nope, it’s different she said. Surely there’s something to the Van Gogh and Picasos I’m thinking... So will let you know how the painting goes. I have high hopes.
