The weather has been beautiful for two weeks, so I've spent virtually every waking moment outdoors. It's raining today, so I'm taking the opportunity to stay indoors and get current technologically. So here goes my first Blog.
The big news is that the Great Wall of Palo Alto, as Doc calls it, was finally completed about 4:00 Friday afternoon. Cesar has been working on it, you will recall, since late August. There are two gaps where one of the sections is set back in order that it not appear to be a fortress; they will be inset with iron bars matching the driveway and pedestrian gates. Two pictures included.
I keep forgetting to mention that, for reasons I can't understand, I've dropped a lot of weight in the year that we've been here. I'm down to a size 10, approaching a size 8. None of the clothes I brought with me fit. I ordered several pairs of size 10 khakis and have been living in them. I don't know what I'll do if I ever have to dress up. And I have a closet filled with things that I can't wear.
It's coffee picking season, so we are entertained from sunup to sundown with the yodellings and chirrups of the coffee workers surrounding us. They have a unique form of communication understood only by them, but it manages to keep the dogs' ears perked up all day. They, the dogs, are becoming accustomed to lots of new people and new sounds, so only certain things now send them into barking frenzies. Noisy vehicles on the road always get a rise out of them, as do horses and cows traveling out front. They're blase now about the workers, unless, of course, one is so inconsiderate as to knock on the door or ring the doorbell.
I made my first trip to the vet on Friday morning. Chyna had been getting up at night for two days to go outdoors and had been drinking an inordinate amount of water. We arrived at Dr. Chely Castillo's at 9:30, made our way perilously through her menagerie of rescued animals, and were ushered into the clinic. Before even beginning an examination or asking me any questions, Sra. Chely launched into an extended critique of Chyna's weight, complete with wagging finger. Upon hearing of Chyna's symptoms and finding that she had a fever, she assumed, as had I, that a urinary tract infection was the most likely diagnosis, but she insisted on a blood test to make sure. Blood was withdrawn and an antibiotic injection given, and she advised me to return at 2:00 for the results. She then gave big old bulldog Chyna a big kiss on the lips and sent us on our way. Following a quick trip to David to buy groceries, I returned to learn that the blood tests indicated an infection of the liver rather than the kidneys. Sra. Chely explained that it most likely was due to her being overweight, and she explained in great detail, in Spanish, why it was imperative that Chyna not only lose weight but also go on a special diet. The new regimen requires a special treatment dog food by Science Diet that costs $2.25 a can and $23.50 per medium-sized bag. After paying the vet, the lab, and the dog food store, I limped home about $125 poorer. It's clear that Sra. Chely charges gringos more than she charges locals, but I suppose that's to be expected. There was a young boy at the clinic with his sick puppy on Friday and it was clear that he had little if any money. Nonetheless, Sra. Chely took care of the puppy and sent them away with additional medicine. She's also the principal vet at the many spay and neuter clinics held in the area and lauded my participation in them. As is typical of Panamanians, she hugged me when I left.
Further on the subject of dogs, we nearly acquired another one. A beautiful husky, with one blue eye and one brown, took up at Doc and Charly and Ramon's house. He had been there a couple of days when he decided to accompany Larry back here after he visit. He decided he liked it better here, followed Larry around everywhere outdoors, and cried at the front door. We finally let him in, Chyna didn't engage him battle, and a peaceful night was passed with him lying next to the bed. Larry named him Loco Lobo. The following day, however, he began making some subtle noises suggesting that he desired to be the alpha, and we noticed Chyna's hackles rising ever so slightly. We began looking around for alternative living arrangements for him (after having received no responses to our DOG FOUND pleas on the Boquete internet forum), and received a welcome call from Demaris saying that Juvenal wanted him as a companero. He was promptly delivered to Juvenal's casita, where he apparently will live happily ever after.
During the time that Derek and Jill were here, Steve and family were forced once again to leave the country for three days in order to renew their visas upon reentry. They made it a mini-vacation in Costa Rica but met with misfortune. While out for dinner one night, their bungalow was broken into and various items stolen, including Steve's camera full of pictures and Gareth's iPod full of music. They were very perturbed and have sworn off Costa Rica because of the crime rate there. The door of the bungalow actually was broken down, and the police told them that the only surefire protection was to always have someone in residence. Inasmuch as that would defeat the purpose of a family outing, they're looking into going elsewhere in the future. Since their return, Steve ordered a new camera which he had shipped to Dan and Kay Wade in Texas, who brought it with them upon their return to Boquete after the holidays.
Having left all of our family in the States, we have acquired a new one here: Demaris' clan. I forgot to write that the entire household came over on Christmas Eve, dressed to the teeth, and spent a couple of hours with us, Doc, Charly, Ramon, and Ramon's daughter Laura who was visiting from San Francisco. Doc remarked later that having had them come by, particularly with 5-year-old Jose so full of Christmas, made it seem so much more like the holidays. Yesterday, Demaris and Juvenal came over to cook, accompanied by Demaris' mother Maria, her sister Iris, her brother Angel, her brother Jaime, and, of course, Jose. (Brothers Eric and Alberto were away for work purposes.) They arrived at 1:00 and left at 7:30. Demaris, Maria, and Iris cooked up a typical Panamanian meal of beef with red peppers, garlic, and onions (producing a super gravy); rice and guandu (the local pea); and plantains baked with butter, cinnamon, and strawberry soda. We found a t.v. program airing a salsa band and dancers from Miami, much to everyone's delight. Jose danced, played with the dogs, and showed us his attempts at learning how to break dance like one of his cousins. A good time was had by all, as they say.
Demaris and Juvenal are back here today working, and it's time for me to prepare lunch for all of us. I'll try to be more dutiful with my updates here on the blog, probably writing less but more often. So check back whenever you can.
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