“I hate to say this,” said my attorney as we sat down at the Merry-Go-Round Bar on the second balcony, “but this place is getting to me. I think I’m getting the Fear.””Nonsense,” I said. “We came here to find the American Dream, and now that we’re right in the vortex you want to quit.” I grabbed his bicep and squeezed. “You must realize,” I said, “that we’ve found the main nerve.””I know,” he said. “That’s what gives me the Fear.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Chapter 6, A Night on the Town…p. 47-48
I think I’m getting the Fear. Last night there was a 7.3 magnitude earthquake in northern Nicaragua, near the border of El Salvador. My cat, Queenie, tried to warn me. I’ve heard that animals are sensitive to movements of the earth. Queenie was exceptionally persistent in rubbing against me and kneading my belly. I thought she just wanted fed.
“What’s wrong with you tonight?” I asked as she dug her sharp claws into my stomach. “Do you miss your brother, Black Jack?”
I fed her and hurried into the bathroom, so she could not follow me. Sitting on the toilet, I heard a loud boom, followed by the toilet shaking. Everything began to sway…the light dangling from the bathroom ceiling…the keys in the locks…the open bathroom door.
At first, I thought that our active Volcano Concepcion had erupted, or Robinson had sacrificed the Chinese to the volcano goddess. Yesterday, he posted that the Chinese arrived on Ometepe again. I told him to take them on a courtesy tour of the landslides…if he would be so kind…because the mud and rocks are still rolling down the volcano creating more havoc with the already nervous residents.
Tim Rogers, of the Nicaragua Dispatch says, “Sandinista journalists protect themselves from the threat of aftershocks with plastic helmets, which double as Family Fun Size Sunday dishes as the Sandino Soft Serve.”
It has been a wild ride here lately. We must be living in some kind of vortex. Last night’s earthquake hit a main nerve. Plus, it rained steadily the entire night. I’m not quite sure how I should feel…depressed? angry? fearful? For now, I think I’ll stick with hopeful and humorous because in the land of the not quite right…there’s not much else we can do but laugh, step over the boulders thrown in our path, and try to maintain our shaky balance.
The sun is out this morning…finally. It’s a good day to wash my mildewed clothes. Poco a poco life will return to some semblance of normal in our unbalanced and off kilter world.