100222-Monday, The best of times

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Tuesday, February 23, 2010 These are the best of times.

Actually, remember this is Monday. This is Fiesta day in the T& A Casita. Angie and I slowly awoke a little after 8 today, as we had to get out and do shopping for our first at home party. As we all know, Bill and Bonnie from Mio MI are in town, and today is there last day here prior to heading further south. At least that is the plan now, but Bill is quite worried over the shape of the roads on the Caribbean side of Mexico because of the heavy rains. There is a large section of road that has crumbled into pothole heaven and he has heard stories of vehicle and tire damages crossing this section. So in the back of his mind he is considering just heading to the north again. Also with Bill are his buds from Alabama, Al and Laura, who also leave on Tuesday. We had a great day with them on Saturday and Angie had made note that they had not had Mexican chicken. So this is to be Chicken Monday, yes, chicken Monday. At Angies persistence I hauled my weary ass out of bed around 8 30 started coffee and jumped into the pool to wake and refresh. Now the pool is quite refreshing as it has no heat, and although it seems fine to Angie and I everyone else is finding it to cold. We are Canadian. Manuel is here, so I kibitz a little with him, show him some pics of the home neighborhood, while watching Angie prancing around like a wee Shitzoo waiting to go for a walk, so dressed I get in my shorts, T shirt and dew rag and out to Ecuador we go and down the long hill to the park, and around the park to the main drag and up the road to the, to the Mega, of course. Angie went to get vegetables, whilst I went to check out the spices and the meat counters. Now out side of the counters is a large squared in area where the butchers do their magic, and the choice pieces of meat are portrayed to the gringos. I see a stack of yellow chickens, and talk to the butcher, one of few that speak Canadian, I mean Americans don't speak English, and ask him if these chikies are any different then the ones in the meat counter display. He replies no, these are here for him to cut up the way the gringo wants. I says I want two, flatbacks and he starts to triming. Lovin this, because I was wondering how I was going to cut them open. We get our stuff; out we go to what is a perfect day weather wise, 80s, with a nice breeze, flash 40p at the cab driver and say Ecuador and Panama. Keep in mind they do not like climbing the hill to our adobe on the rough cobblestone and the steep incline, but they also want the pesos. Up goes the trunk and off we go. To the casita we go, and Angie washes the veggies, whilst I put the meat away and we discuss breakfast, I decide to go for tacos, made from the steak we enjoyed the other day, but was too much to eat. I cut and grill some onions, peppers, green and picante, a few mushrooms and the thinly sliced steak, dump them hot in a bowl, and fry up some tortillas to eat it on. MMMMM. I continue to hack up veggies as Angie and I prepare tonight's dinner for 9, fresh salad, potato salad, bbq, on charcoal, Flatbacks, with a little rum cake to top it all off. Of course this will also entail an inordinate supply of cervessas, wine, and what ever else we consume, all in the effort to Partee. Partee we did, starting the coals at around 4, we cooked some shrimp when they were ready, and then threw on the 2 chickens. We consumed these appetizers along with an artichoke dip that Bev brought, with crackers. I am not an artichoke kind of guy, but this was the absolute best. The chickens were ready at 6, and we put out the food, and ate around the pool. I think everyone was happy, and enjoyed every bit of what we had prepared. I know I sure did, Chicken Monday was awesum. I also have to add, that Beverly took time to turn on the patio lights, put candles around the pool edge, and place floating lights in the pool, it was absolutely beautiful and we cannot thank her enough.

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These are the Worst of Times. Sonrita, is a beautiful golden lab, and missing Ford, Angie and I took to her right off. She has been Beverly's companion and soul mate for 7 years, and a few times had already come down and had siesta with me on the bed. We had brought her Beggin strips, as one morning we made bacon and she was down like a shot. The folks began to disperse around 9, as Al and Laura had a 7 am flight, and Bill and Bonnie had to restore order in their camper, and hit the road. And the rest of us, John Maureen, and Beverly were just plain wore out. Bev went up to let John and Mau out, and the next thing we here is Sonrita is gone. Now I am having to straighten up real quick, as I had let Bill out to buy more cervessa, but was sure I had not let her out. Then I was thinking even if she did get out, she wouldn't go anywhere anyways. After all she has been here forever, why would you. Anyways, getting together I am thinking we should all go out and look, when, it is a blur, whoever is talking said no she is gone, yea, died. Shit piss and shit.

There is nothing worse than the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were. T