Let’s see what we’ve got…earthquakes, rain, cold and disease. Mexico took a hit, it’s rained today, it’s cold enough to have a fire in the den aka the bedroom and Bob Wheat has what’s been diagnosed at typhoid. How? Maybe the visit to Roatan or hanging out with Typhoid Mary…typhoid, in this day and age? weird shit, dude…I’m gargling with Pavlov, just to be safe(and probably sorry later).
Too cold to go out tonight(frankly) and it’s been a long day anyway…the marvelous Marvel showed up on time and we did a few rounds: she’s got some great ideas about flogging the ‘bookette’ here, there and around…and I was surprised by how many people in town know her…this’ll work out just fine for both of us and for the greater glory of Antigua.
and where in hell is Pat Farrell? he dropped outa sight in mid January…and the delightful Ms Emma?…nope, don’t think there’s a connection but they were sharing domiciles(a house)…Neil the Craig spotted last night in the company of a sweet young thing…didn’t get a chance to ask him what he’s been up to…its gotta be weird to walk by what used to be Pangea and see it transmogrified into something called Braulio…
Juan Caravela? in what used to be Nokiate? can you say dead? big glossy ads in the local magazines and was that also Brielle Miel (and a real honey)on the back of Revue’s latest, touting La Joyeria del Angel?…getting to be Antigua’s version of Elle…ah, remember her? we were graced with her presence for….when? was it only just last year? or two years ago…and no, no news of the Wilbur saga: I’ve been remiss in checking in at El Muro…hell, there’s a lotta things i’ve been remiss in,so don’t start a list. the delightful scandahoovian Camilla still in town…she and Frank seem to make a perfect pair…gawd, the plans I had for tonight…Angies, El Muro…the best laid plans of lice and men oft gang agley..hum a few bars…our octagenerian treasure, Marion Popenoe Hatch, seen traipsing thru the park this morning…83 or 84 and still goin’ strong: find a copy of her dad’s biography (American Legion Library) and read of some way out agronomist history of a hundred years ago…Mr Haas Avocado, for example..it wouldn’t be guacamole without him…trivia time: the nahuatl word for avocado is aguacate…or to put it another way…scrotum…pass the chips and dip..
if I had any, this would be a night for a bottle of Laphroaig and some Robert Burns poetry..instead it’s reheat the chili and throw another dog on the fire..that and ask myself the question of do the koi in the pond outfront have anything to carp about?