Monday, January 9, 2012

Changes

Goodbye Monteverde

To be honest, I don't really want to say to much more about it. It was a sad but wonderful last few days. I found myself crying more than once, and grateful all the time. My last night I spent with friends and fireworks - what more could a girl ask?

Some older stuff
Ji-Soo came to visit for a few days in October. We went to the beach, where it was cold and rainy. It was the start of an 11 day stretch of non-stop rain. There were land slides all over the place, none fatal as far as I know. We did get stuck in some weather related traffic delays.

Even cold rainy pacific coast Costa Rica is beautiful.


This one cost us about a 40 min. delay.


This one about 20 min. What I didn't get a picture of what the back half of the semi truck that was ripped apart, presumably by the land slide.

Thanksgiving Day Hike with Dad and Kenna

Hummingbird nest we found (Dad found) - Purple Throated Mountain Gem. Later that same day we saw the mom sitting on the nest. The next day or two days later we went back and found the nest with babies in it!


One of my favorite videos ever. Make sure your sound is on so you can hear the wind.


Oh, Monteverde

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Score

Ginna: 4 (nights with no new bites)
Fleas: 0

My new technique is to wear leggings with long socks double folded over them. This morning I took off the socks to find four fleas stuck in the fabric of the socks. Kill rate: 75% - one got away.

Two nights ago I dreamed that I arrived back in NYC. It was a foggy night and NYC looked so beautiful I had to fight back my tears.

This is another dream that makes sense to me.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Dreams

November 7, 2011

I hope that once I move back to NYC the dreams will stop. They aren’t bad dreams, nothing close to a nightmare, but not pleasant either. Maybe the worst part is that they are reoccurring - I have one every few months, variations on a theme. Usually I’m headed to a party to hang out with Ji but I can’t quite get there. Sometimes I can’t figure out the bus or train system. Once or twice I’ve lost my keys. Always, I’m confused and anxious and frustrated. Always, I’ve made plans to meet up with Ji but can’t quite get there. My phone is dead or I’ve lost the number. Always Ji is waiting for me and I can’t get in touch with him to tell him I’m lost but I’ll figure it out, I’ll be there soon.

I don’t believe much in dream analysis but this one seems pretty obvious.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

LoveLoveLove

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Love

Monday, August 15, 2011

Costa Rican Mother's Day

Monday august 15, 2011

I woke up late today, 7:45 a.m., and felt a little guilty. I called Mom for Costa Rican Mother’s Day and got to talk to her and Dennis, which always makes me happy. I went for a run, showered, made some fry bread and did the laundry.

Living alone I spend most of my housework time listening to pod casts. (Who knew that pod cast is two words and housework is one? Thank you, spell check.) I love pod casts. This morning I listened to two really powerful pod casts, one that had an unexpected impact on me.

The first one was about the rise of militias in the U.S., especially since the election of Obama. Reaction: I am so naive to the world.

http://www.thechangingworld.org/archives/2011/wk31.php

The second pod cast, http://www.thechangingworld.org/archives/2011/wk32.php was about The Sierra Program, a rehabilitation project in a prison in Australia to try to stop the Revolving Door Syndrome of recidivism. This pod cast was pretty remarkable, listening to you men talk about the choices they had made that led them to prison and their desire to change the patterns of their life and not return to prison. Pretty moving stuff. But then, as I was hanging my clean laundry on the porch, in the sun shine and gentle breeze, I heard something so powerful it brought tears to my eyes.

The reporter had been talking to skeptical prison staff, those who did not think that the Sierra Program would make much of a difference. She then talks to Sierra Program participants about their reaction to that skepticism. She talks to one man who is 24 years old, formally in the armed forces. When he left the army he fell into drug and crime and describes in general terms the violence of his actions and armed robberies. The reporter mentions the skepticism of others and asks this man why she should that he, a violent armed robber, can change just because of participation in this program. He responds, without hesitation and with full respect and calm, addressing her by name:

“Sharon, I was an armed robber, not am. That’s the most important thing, that change has occurred in my mind.”

This is where the tears came in. I cannot help but be emotionally involved in the world. And I realize that this is one of the most powerful ideas for me: we are all capable of making poor choices, but with support, patience, love, understanding, structure and discipline, we can change. I can’t quite find the words to express how amazing I find this young man and all of those young men – trying, trying, trying to make change for better in their lives. What takes more courage than that?

Bug Killer

Sunday August 14, 2011

I killed another scorpion last night. It’s not even that exciting anymore, but this particular death was kind of interesting. I was sitting on the toilet, peeing when it happened. I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and there it was, prancing into my bathroom with no regard for my privacy. I didn’t even freak out. I just pulled up my pant leg so it wouldn’t get tangled in arachnid, stomped on the perverted critter and continued peeing.

Unfortunately, this did not get the job done. Even on the hard tile of my bathroom floor the arachnid exoskeleton held up against the soft bottom of my slippers. Still seated on the toilet, I stomped again. The second attempt did not manage to capture the tail scorpion and I sat watching as it jabbed at the sole of my slipper in an attempt to free itself.

In the end I had to stand, pull my pants up and grind my heel to immobilize the scorpion, and sweep it up and dump it into the toilet to finish off the job. And now I get to add “The Time I Killed a Scorpion While I was on the Toilet” to the list of things I’ve done in my life.

And while we are on the topic of scorpions, I would like to share that Costa Rica has debuted two new bills. They are smaller, made of a different material and with new designs. The 1,000 colon bill, I am sad to report, has scorpions on it. Why would they choose to do such a thing? It’s like if the currency for New York had a mugger on it, or a junkie, passed out on a stoop. I know what you are thinking: New York doesn’t have it’s own currency.

What’s your point?