Last week, I had to put down one of my pets, George (Georgie to me, Jorge to my wife or Georgito to Carlos).
At left is a photo of Georgie taken last year and before the health issues. That cat surely loved to sit outside on the terrace and enjoy the morning Costa Rica sun. Eyes closed and as close to being in heaven as he could get yet still be alive.
He was quite old…. fourteen plus… and had terrible and incurable kidney problems, common for old cats. In addition, he was nearly blind. I feel terribly guilty as I probably waited too long and caused him too much suffering. It was just too hard to let go.
If you wish… read on!
Now before some of my readers begin to think that I have or am even trying to impregnate my wifey… fear not. We are waaaay too olde! This post is about my ongoing battle against the ridiculous political correctness permeating the United States… and menopause.
I am not sure how many North Americans realize just how ridiculous they look to people in other countries always trying to be Politically Correct (PC). Free speech is no longer an option in the US as there is always some joker looking over your shoulder and telling you how to think, act, and what to say… or what not to say.
Like so many things in the US, PC seemed like such a good idea at the time, but then morphed into idiocy. It just got carried too far… kinda like trade unions, women’s lib and so many other truly good ideas gone bad. Good concepts… overdone.
Of all of them, one of the dumbest (in my opinion) is one of the more popular phrases spoken by young couples regarding a woman’s pregnancy. The PC thing to say is, “We are pregnant”.
After all the planning and enough food to feed 50 people, the thing is over! I’m speaking of our annual Fiesta del Arbol.
I have no idea how many people were here. A shitpot full seems about right, and a LOT of them were kids which made the whole thing just great. Kids are soooo cool at Christmas!
We had purchased an artificial tree complete with 1,000 lights. It stands just under eight feet tall, just perfect for our living room,but the thought of assembling that sucker had me not sleeping at night, and I left it in the box in the garage until the last minute… yesterday. I had visions of adding the lights, all the branches… ugh!
I have now officially changed my opinion of fake Christmas trees.
Tomorrow is the big day.
ML has invited Costa Rica to come to our home for the annual tree decorating thing. Well of course she did not invite the whole country, just her relatives which is no more then ten percent of the people here. My son, his wifey and my granddaughter are coming too, so there will be some representation from North America. I invited some childless friends to attend but they suddenly had other things to do. Even free booze could not budge them when faced with 20 plus children.
My wife loves animals. Actually, it would be more accurate to say she adores any living thing. She probably should have been a vet. She dotes on all the living things in this house, including me, but I can tell you the amount of noise created in this place can be deafening. Let’s start with THE BIRD.
Yesterday, at about 7:00am, we hit 12.5 degrees Celsius or about 54.5 Fahrenheit) – and that appparently set a record for November that lasted about 25 years. It is NASTY here! It is STILL cold today, but a bit better.
Now all you North Americans, don’t even START on how sad you are that we have temps in the 50’s. If you’re still living there, it is because you want to. We Costa Rica transplants have voted NO SNOW and that includes NO COLD. We don’t even DO furnaces here.
Anyway, ML will be home soon… so that means we either go to Thanksgiving Dinner or to bed… either is fine with me!
“Leave everything like it is.
Tell my brother that wherever he is, I will be with him.
Thanks to everyone. I love you.”
Signed: Elmer Fallas A.
(From his suicide note; 8 June 2006)