A series of calamities, small letter “c,” have befallen us, as we Lewis and Clark Nevada; we are now sleeping off the floor, the window blinds are all in, the new couch was delivered and almost damaged in the house (!), delivered by klutz and putz. While this goes on, we make merry for our mutual sanity by buying accessories — throw pillows, bedroom lamps, and venture at day’s end to The District — last night was Ben and Jerry’s. What we enjoy is coffee, a pastry and plopping down on bistro rattan chairs to watch the world go by. A real pleasure.
Jane has connected the new computer I got from my son. So change makes me learn Vista, although Jordan has told me that in Septemeber a new upgrade will improve the system, whatever. With computer up, I can now get back to my new book of short stories and begin to work on my new edition of the tetralogy. I am in our new den and the light is soft and good and so a new beginning for this old fart. Jane has purchased a wireless mouse for me which is a delight; clearly she is of the generation who first lived and learned with computers. She is not intimidated by them while I scream eek! The house is shaping up, we are settling down, things are going into place so that we are feeling at home.
As I write, Jane received word that her house has been sold and monies will be transferred into her account. It has been a rough journey, given all the paperwork and buffoons involved with that blizzard of paper. What is the difference between us and a third world country? Answer: Our arrogant belief that we are not. When the carpet layers came to our house, one revealed while chatting that he was from Guatamala. We spoke and he made the sage comment that givernments, including ours, are corrupt. The people just have to persevere. I agree. So no matter where you live, the morons and killers are in charge. Perhaps democracies are very good at deluding themselves that they are “better.” So, if you want to live as an American Yankee in Cabo, don’t worry about the Mexican cartels, for we have them in Congress. You can be murdered with a machete and machine gun, or take the other route and be killed by the absence of legislation. Choose your poison.
The last paragraph should come before I just noticed, but so what, for it is all stew of the mind. The temps are in three digits so we stayed in today emptying out cartons while my intellectual soulmate reads The Brothers Karamazov, probably the greatest novel ever written, they say. Jane and I went to the local library and gave them our books and offered to run workshops in an attempt to get known in the neighborhood, to volunteer and to make some literary connections. The real answer is to continue to write; serendipity is what I count upon, works all the time.
We are going for a late night swim or wading as the air is thickly heavy and dry. That is why I came here. The pool is around the block.
Adieu
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