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Our container finally was delivered on Sept. 22 – it was packed on July 26!  Apparently a little storm, Irma, created a problem. Altho, it was in port 4 days before the hurricane hit only an hour and a half away!

So now we’ve got  boxes everywhere!!!!  Am at the point where if I get 3-4 boxes opened and put away, that’s good for a day’s work.  Because we went so long without the container, we’ve got doubles of many things.

I do feel that groceries are cheaper here.  The BOGO free is a big help!  Today’s grocery bill was less than $100 with $45.00 in savings.  Meat is higher than I remember it, tho’.  But oh my gosh, the celery is so cheap and so good!!! I have adapted to the grocery stores here.  At least I know what I’m buying.

Have had lots of time to think…..not good, I know!  I think I’ll open a Go Fund Me page to run for President!  My platform, will be “Common Sense”.  It seems to be lacking in D.C., especially, the government!  If you have questions, contact me with all the particulars and I’ll tell you what should be done.

Pool is on hold because of some problem with the  property in back – has to be within 18 ft. from our property line.  Now it looks like  we’ll have to take down part of the lanai to make it within that 18 ft. area. And we have to have a tree removed because it’s hanging on the roof of the lanai.  So the pool hasn’t been started.  DAMN!  Irma has made a lot of problems for everyone!

Still miss my friends from Costa Rica.  And CR in general.

Adapting, but not happy!

 

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From selling the house, moving out, moving to the US, living in a Wal-Mart “home furnished” Airbnb, having a pretend 70th birthday, and 4 days later having a real 70th party with Todd and Amy; bought a car, bought a house, bought furniture,  need to remember the FED-EX and UPS man at Christmas; and the mail lady.

Still missing my friends in Costa Rica!  More than they’ll ever know!

Am working on my  attitude in liking it here. One thing is being able to order and get free shipping!  Grocery stores are still overwhelming me, but I love Publix deli!

Neighborhood is very quiet, which is really nice.  We really got used to the quietness on our CR road.

Waiting on guys to come give us an estimate on either removing branches over the house or having to take down the whole tree, and then to put in the pool!

Container should arrive within 2 weeks. And then the work begins. Finding places for  everything. Altho’ we are really blessed with lots of closet space!!!

Pool guy claims the pool will be in within 5 days.  He’s from Puerto Rico, maybe like being Costa Rican.  Telling you what you want to here.

Desperately needed a haircut.  Within the development there are a few small shops so I stopped in to make an appointment – $40 for a trim and $8 for the blow dry. Ended up at Wal-Mart for $18.Will look for a beauty college.

So far, have found the food to be  a little cheaper.  Which is nice.  And the beef, is soooooooo much better.

Mark loves going thru the drive thru even if all he gets is something to drink.

Dogs are very protective of anyone that walks by the house or comes to the door.

Whenever we get totally settled, we’ll be ready for company!  We can sleep 7 people! LOL

Pura Vida for now.

Today was knitting day.  Vera, Mariam, Jean Marie and I……supposedly Mariam was to have the keys to Cristina’s shop, but she didn’t.  Cristina has stopped working for awhile till she has the baby (July 4).

Cristina’s grandmother, Mariam’s mother lives on the corner. So we went to sit on her porch till the keys arrived.  By the time the keys arrived, we were all sitting comfortably around her Grandmother’s table.  Lots of Spanglish spoken, but a lot of laughs too.  Her grandmother wanted us to stay there because she likes having people around.  I feel like part of the family!

One thing Jean Marie and I learned today, I feel the need to share.

If you have knee problems, use chicken pieces (never figured out if it was cooked or raw), enough to go around your knee.  Then cover the chicken with leaves of cabbage.  Use a wrap to keep everything in place.  When you wake up in the morning, there is no more pain in the knee!  Almost wish I had knee pain to give this a try!  So if anyone tries it, please let me know how it works. Going to knitting, is not just about knitting! LOL

Today was a day of hilarity for  us and those that were at Pizza Finca!

Victoria is about 20 days from having her baby and Karen decided we should have lunch together before the big day.  (It’s the 7/31 Club because we were all born on that day.)  What could we do to make it funny? Decided we should go as pregnant women too! Enjoy the pictures and please note the real pregnant person, is the smallest! You just can’t take the fun out of the “older ladies”. Poor Victoria!!!!  She assured us that Ema was going to call everyone when the baby arrives!

Here’s the conversation according to Karen…

Lunch conversation goes something like this….

Table for 3? No table for 6 (please).
Ah, waiting for 3 more ladies? No, why do you ask?
Well, there are 3 of you yes? No, there are 6 of us.
ME: Better make it a table for 7. I’m having twins!
VIC: Hurry I think I’m going to Earl!
NANCY: Earl who? I think I’m having a basketball!
ME: For lunch? And who is this Earl, Victoria?
VIC: I’m gonna be sick, like Earl right now!
NANCY: Suddenly I’m not so hungry, let’s go to the bar!
ME: Works for me, how ’bout you Victoria, you in?
VIC: I’m gonna go take a nap before I go back to work.
NANCY: There’s always one party-pooper in the crowd!
ME: Okay, I’ve got errands to run before I deliver these guys. See ya, same place, same time, next week for lunch gals?
Should we invite our husbands maybe……
THEM: Nah, then we’d need a bigger table…..

…when things get hot, I cool them off! Shooting my gun and blowing off the smoke from the caps!

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That’s how Gunsmoke started out!

When I was a kid, I loved all the cowboy programs,Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Sky King, etc. I really wanted to be Annie Oakley when I grew up!

Since I very seldom sleep thru the night now , when I’m awake, I turn on WGN out of Chicago on my iPhone. Certain nights of the week they play old radio programs. One night this week was a Gunsmoke program. No, I did not go back to sleep, but I listened intently! I had the neatest gun and holster set, my bike was my horse, with a squirrel tail on the back fender. We had more fun playing cops and robbers or cops and Indians. I really think unless you live in a small town, you don’t get to play like we did!

Brought back fun times in good old Camden, Michigan. A small town where everyone knew everyone.

I was probably the boy, my Dad never had! A real tomboy.
He coached high school basketball and was the chemistry teacher. He took me to practices frequently! The gym was like the one in “Hoosiers”. I used to sit behind the team, and one time Dad benched a player for smoking. When the game started everyone started yelling “Boo Reynolds,” well, being the loud mouth that I was, I joined in too. No clue what that meant. He said when he turned around and saw me yelling with the crowd, that hurt worse than the crowd yelling.

He also coached Little League….I used to tag along to practices, hoping someone wouldn’t show up so I could fill in for that player. Great summers.

When you were around 12 years of age, you were “allowed” (allowed as in parental OK) to go to the cemetery and play Ghost in the Graveyard! So much fun!

At Halloween, we were able to go Trick or Treating by ourselves all over town. And from year to year, you would remember which houses gave out the best candy. One Halloween there were three adults that were dressed in long underwear, stuffing everywhere, and really creepy masks. No one could figure out who these people were. They were actually on the front page of the Hillsdale Daily News! Imagine my horror to find out one of the women was my mother!

We loved May Day. Am sure that’s not celebrated this way anymore. Making baskets and filling them with spring flowers and candy….hanging the baskets on door knobs of houses, ringing the doorbell, and running like crazy to hide. We never knew where the baskets came from.

Eggs were cheap! We used to buy them and mix them up with sand to make cakes! I can’t remember how many times we tried to dig to China in the sandbox. Never succeeded!

With the way the world is today, I feel badly for kids today because they sure don’t get to have experiences like this.

Quincy Michigan High School Gym

Quincy Michigan High School Gym

This morning I came across this posting (below) on Facebook.  Cindy and I were BFF’s before BFF’s ever meant anything.

I  remember moving to Quincy, Michigan, High School, my sophomore year.  Dreaded it, hated the thought of it, stood in the doorway of my bedroom and wouldn’t let the guys helping Dad move to Quincy in to move my stuff out.

There were only 3 freshman girls that year that made the varsity girls basketball team.  I was one!  I didn’t want to move because Quincy was phasing out girls basketball.

I remember when Cindy’s parents brought her and her sister Cathy to enroll in school.  We sort of were the new girls!  Trust me when you move at that age, the girls don’t like you because you’re competition! But the boys sure like you!

The above picture is of our gymnasium. At the time it was the most beautiful gym in the area. Quincy had just built a new school. Spent many hours in that gym, cheerleading practice, cheering at games, and of course the dreaded Physical Education class.

I remember one evening at dinner my dad asking me how P.E. was that day.  I said we had to do this stupid thing….run, jump hurdles, run some more, climb a rope to the ceiling of the gym, run, jump more hurdles.  He asked me how I did.  I had no clue.  Then he started laughing….that particular year our P.E. teacher was the football coach.  He went to my Dad and told him I did it faster than any of the boys!  Then he asked my dad why all he could produce were cheerleaders?  (only girls in our family)

That's me on the right...

That’s me on the right…

I was such a dedicated cheerleader!  My youngest sister, Kelly, had the measles.  Of course I caught them!  But there was a game that night and I wanted to cheer.  Remember, this was the time when cheerleaders wore heavy, bulky sweaters and skirts, altho’, we wore culottes.  I knew by the time the bus got to Jonesville, I had a fever.  Kept going into the bathroom to check for measle spots!  Oh boy, did I ever have them!  I figured I could get away with a red face, thank heavens the bulky sweater covered up my arms and stomach.  When I got home from the ball game, I remember running into the living room, and yelled, “I have the measles!”  Lifted up my shirt and both parents at the same time said “yep, you do” – I was so mad at Kelly!  She’s almost 12 years younger than I am….so as she got the measles, the mumps, etc., I got them too.  I remember one year missing semester exams because of measles, and the second semester exams because of mumps!  Three day measles were so easy to catch…..I had them a lot. This is before the vaccinations.  But when I was pregnant with Amy, the Dr. came in and said your blood work shows you don’t need to worry about measles. Told him I had them many times!

When I saw Cindy’s post, it sure brought back memories.  We double dated a lot. I remember one time Mark and her husband, Brad (our boyfriends at the time), took us to the Marshall County fair.  They wouldn’t ride any rides but Cindy and I sure did!

Yep, we both married high school sweethearts!  And we are both still married to the same person!

We both had our first girls fairly close together too.  I remember a picture taken of Amy and Holly sitting on Mark’s parent’s couch…..so many, many years ago!!!  How can we be this old!  It seems like just a few years ago!

Thanks for bringing back the wonderful memories!

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Since my daughter was so kind to sign me up for this alumni group, I’ve been flipping through “old news”.
I came to QHS from CHS my Junior year, 1963-’64.  I was not happy when my parents moved our family from Coldwater where my friends were, to what I considered “no man’s land”, a farm on Southern Rd. I was promised that if I gave it a chance for three weeks,and still thought my life had ended, they would pay the tuition (required back then) and I could return to and graduate from CHS. I remember vividly, Mom taking me to QHS to register. I will admit, my impression of the physical building was one of awe. It was “new” and beautiful. It still is beautiful! The first person we came across was, then custodian, Howard McConnell. For those of you who were lucky enough to know Howard, you will understand when I say he was a great guy, friendly, welcoming and kind. Who knows if by some intuition, the look of dread on my face or he’d “been there, done that before”, he recognized I was not happy, was on the verge of tears, and before directing us to the office, he said, “I have someone I want you to meet”. Howard introduced me to a young lady who had been in my shoes the year before. Her name was Nancy Reynolds, the daughter of then Principal Ron Reynolds. Needless to say, I got enrolled for classes, started school and when my parents asked me, after the first day if I wanted to return to CHS, my answer was “no”! I fell in love with my new friends, Nancy and I were BFF’s, although that expression did not exist then, but she’s the kind of friend that, though the miles have separated us most of our married lives, we could pick up where we left off, today! I met my husband at QHS. It was, and is, a great school, in a great community!
All this, because I read the “new” QHS fight song, which I had never heard of! I learned it, always sang it proudly, and it will remain in my heart as a precious memory.  Kathi Nutt Waligora printed it for all to see, but left a small blank where she must have had a lapse of memory, as we all do at our ages. (she’s younger than me!)
…..and, men of old, as Giants, facing reliance, shouting defiance! Quincy! Rah! Rah!….

Be proud of your school! ❤️

We spent our first Christmas in Costa Rica in 2011.  Going to the festivities in Atenas was a fun time for us.  Loved the Christmas parade and told Mark that maybe we should go in the business of selling drum sticks!

What really surprised me was everyone was bundled up.  Coats, jackets, scarfs, hats, and I thought the little babies were really over bundled!  There we were the Gringos with short sleeves and shorts on!  Thinking these people are crazy, it’s not even chilly.

Well, things have changed!  This year, I had on a denim jacket!  Guess my blood has thinned or something has happened.  Mark was fine.  But again, people were bundled in jackets, scarves, hats, etc.

I think I’ve become a Tica!

Felez Navidad to all.


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