Churchill and my Grandfather
At 14, Grampa's father pulled him off a ship to Gallipoli. His pals were killed.
broke the strikes in the depression. Grandpa was unemployed.
U-boats put Brits on tight rationing. When Churchill came to town, his personal luxury foods came too.
Though a narcissistic aristocrat, I admired Churchill, but I loved Grandpa.
Born too early
Cougars are a recent invention, due to the empowerment of women.
At 15, I would have been desperate to meet a cougar. Before texts or Face Book, we would have been safe back then. I might have felt the same at 40 or even 50
At 62 my cougars might be 90. Misery!
– The power of nature or what they did not tell us when we bought the house.
Each moment different, each moment a joy
Dark slashing, lashing rain
Explosive storms, lightening, flickering, stabbing,
Thunder blasting, rattling the panes
Water rushing, tumbling, foaming
Earth trembling, walls shaking
Smoking Volcanoes…suspiciously large rocks in the garden
Musings on the body
400 species of microorganisms live on the forearm, myriads of others elsewhere. Body parts comprise specialized small creatures. Digestion requires a zoo.
mere walking reefs?
Aliens with microscopic vision might see the space between our atoms. Could they tell the separation between a chair and its occupant?
We will return to dust.
The plumber breaks the kitchen cabinet. Tranquilo.
The furniture maker never calls back, Tranquilo.
The Van driver blocks the road, chatting to his friends. Tranquilo.
Axle breaking holes in the road reappear, Tranquilo.
Abandoned dogs are starving, Tranqulio.
We queue round the block for the documents, Tranquilo.
I slit my throat, no more Tranquilo.
Trapped in Costa Rica
“We love it here”, they say through gritted teeth.
We discover that they are still trying to sell in the US and, since four years, here.
They were robbed six times. They find costs high. They have little income.
They want to go home. They cannot afford to. They live hand to mouth.
So why do you live in Costa Rica if you find so much at fault?
There is no earthly paradise and likely none elsewhere. Many delude themselves that they made a perfect choice, living where they do. They need to justify their decisions. 100 pages might list Costa Rica’s problems. The UK requires
double that and the US much more. Revolutionaries are never satisfied with the status quo. We whinge.
Further musings on existence
We are born puny and helpless. A neuroscientist tells me that every cell in our body is replaced, sometimes many times. Our attitudes and experience change the way we think.
As we are all different people now, should we prosecute war criminals in their dotage?
Can we ever forgive both left
and right for their errors?
Tax evasion is a national sport. Taxation and payment systems are deliberately obscured. Spending is corrupt, lavish and ineffective.
ministers, officials and the rich are champion evaders.
If rich foreigners evade, are we just sensible or depriving poor Ticos of the little that trickles down to them?
What should we do?
Digging a deeper hole
‘Fools rush in’. Risk averse expats rent or buy well within their means. In extremis, they can bail out.
It would be nice to improve the garden; build a pool; install solar heating; build a path; add more security.
Dig too deep
and you will be mired here! Is that such a bad thing?
On the Lam in Costa
Forget the lies of the realtors and retirement advisors who inveigled us here. New friends mask their hiding from the IRS, alimony, child support or prosecution.
Others invent colorful pasts, improving on banal reality. This is a game we can all join in.
Did I ever tell of the
time I was James Bond?
In pursuit of happiness or the taming of an alpha
I tried booze.
I tried drugs.
I tried sex.
I danced with death.
Various combinations were all fun, but none quite
hit the spot.
Hell, I tried them all, time and again, with the ever diminishing ecstasies.
Then I found
true love, or it found me, undeserved and unlooked for.
“Love is all you need”.
Who needs fairy lights?... or romanticism degenerates.
Sunset wreathes deep valleys in mist and the sky in golden clouds.
Pines, bananas and palms are silhouetted.
Bats hunt against the dusk sky.
Night sounds, a cacophony of cicadas and nightjars
A thousand fireflies twinkle sexual messages
“Come and get me! My aedeagus explodes with desire!”
“Oh flashy one, take me now!”
Simone, the Parrot, invents
Ivy buys healthy cereal. Simone spits it on the floor. She gets a tastier brand. My breakfast is the hated, cardboard product. It should be called ‘Horse
Simone likes Sun Flower seeds, tossing some from the patio. Sunflowers grow below, to feed Simone with their seeds.
“Let us recycle Simone as Pie”.
The Big Bang
We sit in Adirondack chairs, sipping Dry Martinis, watching the storm.
Flash! Crash! The loudest bang we ever heard smashes down near the house. We are deafened.
A squillion volts enter two pines
a hundred feet up, superheating the sap. They explode, hurtling bark and splinters.
Later, still darkness, silent lightening flickers in high clouds.
The Human Race. Cheery thoughts, prompted by the terminal illness of various close friends.
We toddle unaware.
We run, swim, jump and climb. John drowns.
speed motorcycling. Joe crashes. It cannot happen to us.
Older colleagues die. We take their jobs.
are disappearing fast, cancer or infarction.
Others toddle again, on mechanical joints.
Our turn is coming.
Wrinkled faces, crumbling bodies, accepting inevitability.
Every breath, nearer death.
Rant “Remember remember the fifth of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot.I see no reason why gunpowder, treason Should
ever be forgot” An old nursery rhyme celebrating events in 1605.
The capture and execution of thirteen dissidents, attempting to kill the King and Parliament
in Westminster, is celebrated annually.
Many wanted to rebel against their inept and corrupt elites in the sixties. Most went on to lead worthy, bourgeois lives. In old age they rant
at the TV.
Perhaps Guido Fawkes was right after all?
Aid for a developing country?
Costa Rica receives technology and advice from the IRS. Its government wants to know every penny
Ticos spend. Spy drones will reveal those dodging the luxury tax on houses.
1984 finally comes here.
excellent opportunities such technology provides for greater corruption amongst the police and officials.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Does this aid help?
in a Fools’ Paradise
Smugly drinking cocktails, we watch yet another tropical sunset, painting the clouds in reds and orange.
“What a mess the world’s in. Our friends, their savings stolen by governments and banks, sit freezing.”
for armies and drones to stir up hornets’ nests!”
Poas rumbles. Our scene is obliterated in a pyroclastic flow.
Costa Rica Ennui- The Lotus Eaters
Drifting through the lees
Party-time, same shorts and old T shirt for every party.
So elegant! Mindless of bad legs and
Chat about, not addressing the World’s problems.
Leave on the TV.
Boca food is dire, but easier than cooking.
Dozing in the hammock, reading vacuous trash.
Achievements today, nothing.
Ernesto Che Guevara, a retrospective
Che, iconic champion of the proletariat, you acted whilst others talked. Eschewing middle class respectability, you led violent revolutionaries in Africa and Latin America against corrupt
Oh Che, if you had escaped CIA orchestrated execution, would you be proud of poor, decayed Havana.
Your dream was poisoned by communist stifling of freedom and enterprise.
events and Book Fares
Frustrated librarians toil among the musty books, tending brattish kids, pushy moms and indigents, reading magazines to keep warm.
Publishing is dominated by intelligent women.
Books are full of romantic inspiration.
Only now, I hear that literary conventions are hotbeds of rampant sex. Why do I write so late in life, with my wife watching?
The Next Naive Wave or Paradise Lost
New retirees to Costa
Rica mingle, full of hope.
“We come from....
“We came because...
“We are renting in....
“I worked in....”
Shoot me, before I say, “You’ll last 6 months”.
Better, shoot the realtors, lying about National Geographic.
The climate sucks.
Social security is insufficient.
The thieves are the
cops and the lawyers!
Good Intentions and reality
“Let’s pass a law to become greenest and cleanest.”
The propaganda sounds great.
New taxes pay for enforcement.
The fields burn.
miners are in the parks.
Cops share the turtle eggs.
Few pay taxes.
Corrupt ministers siphon the money into their businesses.
Tourists are being conned!
This is just a delusional developing country.
on about drones
The unasked question,
“Are extra territorial
assassination and collateral civilian casualties by robots either legal or morally justifiable?”
If the answer is yes, then it must be OK for other nations to send them
to DC, London and Tel Aviv.
This is asymmetric morality. We can deploy nukes, torture and invade, but others must not.
Church taught so the child thought that:
white or black smoke was a miracle;
the whisky breathed
priest’s inappropriate hand was God’s will;
suffering, poverty and exploitation were divine tests;
rewards would come in heaven;
evil would be punished;
this religion was the
only true religion.
Some children grew up!
Others chose not to.
What are the old for?
passed on our genes; raised kids; retired.
What use are we now?
If the kids don’t need us for babysitting,
jobs about the house or funds, their selfish genes focus on the next generation.
The sooner we die and pass on the money, the better.
Flee. Party till we drop in Costa Rica.