Mama Said There’d be Days Like This

“Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.” ~Ani Defraco

 

Two geckos were mating in our bedroom door jamb. Unbeknownst to us…we shut the door! Wrong place! Wrong Time!

It’s been one of those days!

My morning post on Facebook

The comments were just as funny:

And, everyone always asks “what do you do all day?” JAjajaja !!!

Ah yes, living the dream on your island paradise, enchanted by the natural wonders of a varied environment, free from the hustle/bustle of urban decay, awash in the joys of nature’s bounty …… Carol and I are headed to the Garden Café for lunch. ( They live in Granada)

Even my work cubicle sounds better than what you’re going through!

This is the stuff they don’t write about in International Living!

International Living should be outlawed IMHO. I love it here, really do and there is not a lot that can happen to us that we don’t laugh about the next day. But I’m out of the honeymoon phase. Some things at the moment they happen just drive you insane.

Okay, insects swarming into your mouth may not be traumatic for you, but I think it would be for me. Maybe I should just move back to Canada?

We spent the day holed up in our bedroom. It’s the only place to escape from the swarms of chayules invading every nook and cranny of our house. Actually, it wasn’t too bad. We watched movies and ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We couldn’t cook because the chayules were clinging to my pots and pans. I only ingested a few chayules that got stuck on the peanut butter.

In the late afternoon, we ventured outside. Everyone in the neighborhood had their doors and windows shut and they were burning leaves and brush to ward off the chayules. So, I joined in the fun and burnt several smokey piles of leaves.

When the sun set, we kept the lights off, so as not to attract the chayules. I have a citronella candle sitting by my laptop so I don’t breathe chayules. Yes! They are everywhere. That’s part of life in the tropics. Sharon said, “Mother nature cannot be controlled…we have to just learn to live with these things and laugh about them..no sense trying to worry about controlling what cannot be controlled!!”  How true. She house sat for us when there was a chayule swarm, so she knows what it’s like.

This evening we had a wicked storm. The sky flashed, the thunder boomed and shook our house, and the wind blew my dream catchers and wind chimes off the porch. I heard tree branches cracking. Cappy, our 4 mo. old puppy hid under the bed. At one point when it was pelting what sounded like hail, I thought I’d join him.

The casita roof still leaks from where the internet technicians installed our tower. Cappy is teething and the legs of my tables and chairs, including my arms and legs, have little bites out of them. My house smells like fish!

Mama said there’d be days like this. Living on a tropical island in the middle of a sweet sea, in the middle of Nicaragua, in the middle of Central America is challenging at times. Yet, the fresh smell of the rich earth after a rain, the boundless joy of a puppy, a hornet’s nest burnt out of the tree, movie day in a dark, cool bedroom, and a citronella candle by my side, make up for times like this.

Mañana…I’ll deal with the aftermath of the swarm of chayules. Mañana…we’ll patch the casita roof again. Mañana…I’ll get Cappy some big cow bones to gnaw. There’s always mañana.