In the grey overcast of yesterday, anything bright took on an almost surrealistic glow; flower, food, ships, it didn't matter. A sense of rain held off until it didn't anymore late in the afternoon. After a completely lazy morning reading (part of) a week old copy of the Sunday New York Times friends brought down for me (thanks, Lorriane! thanks, Jim!) I had headed into town to Dinghy Dock - for someone who doesn't care about football, I do like Football Sunday there. Some great fajitas from Neil, a couple rounds of libations, conversations and laughter along with a couple rounds playing catch with Kai, I about ready to leave when down came the rain, sweeping over the flank of hills to the east and spreading fast. Then as suddenly done as it had started, I was ready to go when Computer John showed us the radar on his phone, filled with yellow and red. No, I wasn't walking anywhere. Instead, a ride home was gratefully accepted and Sunday Funday drew to a slow, relaxed close. Sunday Sunday, I do like that day.
5 bucks and enough fajitas to make a too filling meal, chicken, pork or churrasco. Yum! Thanks for talking me into it, Taz, Ann and Steve! The churassco was fantastico!
A small work of art
A peek of sun in the late afternoon - how can you not love a bar with a group of people all noticing 'Oh, look at the light!' One of my favorite things on Culebra is that, no matter how long people live here, they will still stop and notice the beauty.
Today is still new, with clouds and bits of rain, the air cool enough to keep a light blanket on. The list of to-do's is there ahead of me, but for now, it's quiet, even the sound of the few cars going by somehow muffled. Nice.
Have a mellow-filled Monday. Do something mindful.
If you like dolphins, this is a fascinatingl NatGeo video
Around 1:30 this morning, the boxing match was over. There was cheering, horns honking and general hoopla. All I knew as I came wide wake (was there a problem? was there a party? was the loud church having a really late service?) - there was a whole lotta noise going on.
The second wake up was simultaneously the cat and the horses, all wanting something. The horses seem to have honed in on my rain buckets and now I'm a regular stop on the rounds. Of course, now they are knocked over and empty, so all I hear is hoof/bang/hoof/roll, one set per horse. The cat and I sit up in bed, looking at each other. I'm pretty sure her take is "Ok, you're up now. Feed me."
This is a pictoral round up of odds and ends from the week...but first! Somehow I got caught in my head that the ballet was yesterday, even though I posted the poster! Yes, it's worrisome. Maybe I'm just not used to that much advance notice of something going on here. Two weeks? Or maybe...well, let's not dwell on other possibilities. Anyway, I'm re-posting the poster and giving public mea culpas for anyone I confused beside myself!
While slightly annoying (they've broken the water pipes three times in a friend's yard), my fascination and appreciation of my recent visitors is more than than an equalizer, easily overwhelming any small bothers.
Cute cute cute
Cute cute cute dos
Do you want to know a secret?
Let me whisper in your ear
The wanderers had been listening: hoof beats coming around the bay; and there they were
But they were left behind a man with a different mission
How to drive around horses...slowly
Later in the day, a young man came around to claim this escapee, the one who ran through my yard, first in the morning and later in the afternoon. He was a new one on the scene and I was happy to find he had a concerned owner trying to bring him home.
Shiny magic sunshine
In the world far and near, Herman Cain dropped out of the Presidential race (there IS a pizza god!), drones are falling and killing, the Cayo Norte ferry is back in operation for now, Victor Gonzolez is barricading and destroying a part of Playa Flamenco. In and surrounding my yard, hummingbirds are drinking and darting, horses are roaming, the water is sparkling, the plants are blooming; a haven from the silliness, madness and grasping, destructive selfishness. Call me blessed.
