Rants and Observations

Mar. 27, 2020

If you are retired, weak or no one wants what you can do anymore, you need to worry. 

Positive answers to these questions may mean you have a chance:

 - How much, if at all, do I want to survive?

 - This could depend on, Am I armed and willing to kill to live?

 - Am I willing to steal from others?

Can I evoke sympathy or fear in others? If things get really bad, children, the old and lovers are abandoned.

Do I possess something that others want enough to feed and protect me? Money, gold and other such only have a value till people stop believing in them.

-Will my money have value, when governments just print more?

Until faced with a real situation none of knows whether out theoretical answers are true. Suicide might be tempting.

The animal kingdom is instructive. The crippled old and weak are cannibalized or abandoned. 

In extremis, survivors behave like animals.  

Would your answer to desiring survival change, if the world were run by hyenas? 

Maybe it already is?

Every Troy has its Kassandra and every Hundred Acre Wood its Eeyore? That’s me.  

 

 

Mar. 25, 2020

The highlight of our today was that we walked around our garden and wilderness, about a kilometer. We chatted to our Tica friend and neighbor over the fence. She is also self-isolating.

 
We agreed that on our forthcoming birthdays we will set up a table and chairs our side of the wire and toast each other. Her close friend lives about 2 kilometers away. She has covid19 after visiting Las Vegas.There are several cases in that family at different stages of development. The first to show symptoms was abuelo, grandfather. Of course, everyone went to see that he was OK.. 
 
Some gringo neighbors are out and about. This  may echo the issue that freedom of the individual is more important for some than care for the community.  
 
We live in rural tranquility-  Very few homes are visible from the edges of our place. It is even quieter than usual. No planes fly above. There is very little road traffic. 
 
Ivy is worried.  I listened, wondering what new planet shaking catastrophe was happening. A rufous-naped-wren is building a nest too visibly in a tree. It will likely be raided by our piratical brown jays or toucans. Other earth shattering events dominate our daily lives. A Caribbean fish stew, with a remarkable lack of fish caused a long lasting dispute. 
 
Male and female roles persist. As I am designed by evolution to hunt down wild boar, woolly mammoths and provide such for the table. Today, I killed and cut-up an especially tough-skinned, pumpkin-like vegetable, my workout. Ivy is designed to have her early morning cup of tea in bed and hours in the bathroom before her mornings begin.
 
Doing our own housecleaning is a new experience. I get great satisfaction from cleaning the bathroom and toilet better than it was ever done before. Not to boast, but it is better than any bathroom anywhere in the universe was ever cleaned. The flesh from my hands dissolves with the  powerful chemicals
 
La Negrita
 
This is a predominantly Catholic country. Annually, pilgrims walk from all over the country, dicing with death on dual carriageways. On their knees,
 they climb the rocky path to the church in original capitol of Cartago. If they drip blood, they are doing it properly.
 
 
From the 'Tico Times'. "According to Catholic Church documents and popular lore, the icon of La Negrita, a 20-centimeter dark colored stone statue of mother and child representing the Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus, appeared to a woman of African descent – a parda/a or free black person – in 1635.  The woman decided to go to the local Catholic priest. The icon was placed in the church, but it kept reappearing to the woman in its original place. After the icon appeared to the woman three times in this way, the priest commissioned a church to be built for the icon on the spot where she was found. The Catholic Bishop later, in about 1637, established La Confradia, a lay organization of free Blacks charged with maintaining and venerating the icon."
 
One annual ceremony is dressing this crude lump of stone in a wee hat. Due to the pandemic, the clergy decided to fly it around the country, first in a plane and then by popular demand in a helicopter. Devotees flashed mirrors in the sunlight from the mountain townships to gain grace.
 
We missed the chance. This is likely why god has decided to threaten our rufous-naped-wrens and deprive me of fish in the stew. On mother's day, we noticed the second visitation, due to more flashing mirrors.  I am always ready to flash. I could see no helicopter. Maybe the divine son gifted self-propulsion to mum?
 
PURA VIDA!
 
 
Mar. 17, 2020

People have got it all wrong.
 
I don’t have an electron microscope, but the images of corona virus show a cute green ball with sucker like projections.
 
It’s a lifeform folks. We comprise a collection of living cells. We are walking reefs, teeming with life. Some invisible enemies attack us. Others help digest our food or protect our skin against attack.
 
Species discrimination is not politically correct. How dare some try and eliminate or restrict a lifeform?
 
JOIN THE NEW PROTEST MOVEMENT!
SAVE THE VIRUS!
Mar. 16, 2020

There will be no return to what we thought was 'Normal'.

Maybe that is a good thing? Self-isolating makes you reassess what is important. We valued: freedom to travel; to buy computers, clothes, fancy foods; eat out; socialize and more.

We are reliant on the internet for so much, especially when isolated. It too may be threatened. We could be cut off in isolation.

We reflect on how innessential much of our activity and spending was. Maybe for many and for the environment this reassessment will be a good thing.

Today, the saddest thing for me was not preparing a good breakfast and lunch for the two people who work for us. In the past, it seemed to be a chore, but it made me feel good to treat them well and with respect. For now, we are paying them to buy their own. It is unsafe for us to be in close contact with them.

 

 

Mar. 15, 2020

We live in a strange world.

The illusions become weirder with my medications.

Today I awoke from a vivid dream, so graphically realistic that maybe awakening is the dream.

A nun, dressed in the usual flapping penguin costume, entered my circle of light. I was lolling on a chaise long. It seemed to be in Louis XV style. She carried a strangely shaped cushion in her outstretched arms. It was covered in light brown silk. I was immediately erotically attracted to it, but extremely concerned that I might scratch the silk as she handed it to me.

I waited lustfully till she retreated into the surrounding blackness. As I excitedly prepared to do whatever one might do with it, which was unclear, I awoke. Frustrated I surveyed the cushions on the sofa. None seemed even slightly attractive.

In my waking world, Simone the Parrot seems to be considering Catholicism. After her breakfast she likes to watch her favorite TV shows. She prefers cartoons about teddy bears, Poco Yo narrated by Stephen Fry and dancing pink elephants. We have to avoid anything with nasty wolves, sharks and cats, or she squawks the house down.

Today Netflix was not working on her TV, so the Sunday religious programs were on. We assumed she would be bored. Wrong! She seemed mesmerized by the green vestments and hand gestures of the priest. He led the ceremony in a baroque church full of gilded statues and singing devotees. Maybe we should book her some catechism lessons.