Iron supplements are sure hard on a gal’s system, it seems. I’ve had to stay close to bed the last two days. Boring and frustrating. Whatever, so long as I’m back to my glorious self in two weeks when I leave for Guatemala.
When I first told Yo-Nenny about my idea for this trip she said, “It’s good you’re doing some of these things in your twilight years.”
My current plan is to hang out in Antigua for two weeks and then explore Guatemalan ruins for a week, and then — a plan that emerged last week — hie me to Costa Rica where I’ll track down Jill, who’s now on the Oso Peninsula in Corcovada National Park. We could backpack down there, maybe. And the rivers look beautiful (though low at this time of year). I just found a week-long kayaking school which is way too much money but doesn’t it look great?
Rio Pacuare seems to be the most popular for whitewater rafting. I haven’t been able to find any multi-day, camp-your-way-down-the-river trips yet.
Last week Mom told me about a wealthy old lady of her childhood acquaintance, who had all the possessions she could possibly want but continued to desire one thing:
I collect sweeping statements. They don’t take up any storage room. They don’t have to be dusted or polished. I can take them out to look at them any time I want and then put them back.
She’d recently overheard one distinguished, elderly woman chastise another:
My dear, but you know burglars never drink wine!
And one I heard recently:
Real millionaires are never fat.
Finally, I just talked to Teej. Here’s something she heard yesterday on a documentary about the Donner party:
When I think what those people went through it just makes the hair on the back of my legs stand up.
From a distance I thought the blob on the wall by the icebox was a spider. “Lulu! Come here QUICKLY!”
Lulu strolled in several minutes later. Investigating what I was pointing at, she saw only opportunity. She rolled up a newspaper and let out a squeal as she swatted at the spot. Which of course was only a chip in the paint and not a spider at all. As if she hadn’t done enough damage already, she vanished momentarily and returned with a pen, embellishing the area so it will continue to alarm me every time I walk by.
Well, two can play at that. I just wadded together some raisins, shoved eight twisty-ties through them and stuck my creation on her pillow. It gives a good effect, which low light will enhance. She hasn’t seen it yet.
I’d like to think revenge will be mine but I know better. I’d bet my own blog that something bigger and nastier will have appeared in my bed by daybreak.
