Note No. 12
December 31, 2008
I did it. I inadvertently let the holiday season pass without writing an annual letter/e-mail with pictures to send out to friends and family. So, although it (apologetically) comes a little late and as a bit of a downsize: Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and best wishes for 2009.
In the meantime, here’re a few other things on my mind of late:
** They do this thing here, where they ask you a question as if they already know the answer and it’s No.
“You didn’t take the trash out last night?”
“Yes. I did.The can just happens to be back in its place already.”
“You didn’t go running this morning?”
“Yes. I did.I just happened to get back earlier than usual.”
“You don’t like to go to the beach?”
“Yes. I do.I just happen to not be there this very minute, perhaps because I am working.”
I don’t know why they do it but it annoys me— if you couldn’t tell already.
** Where have all the water delivery guys gone?
** At least I’m not in Afghanistan.
** Omigod. I’m never going to find a gold outfit for New Year’s.
** Can I make it till the 13th without a haircut?
** Thank God for Steve. (Is he going to let me into the party if I am not wearing gold?)
** I am going to get sick if I keep denying myself sleep.
** Phew. I found a gold outfit for New Year’s.
And some recent highlights from this life:
** Going on a charter fishing trip and catching a barracuda and eating it later at one of my favorite island restaurants with the friends who took me fishing (and Steve).
** Raw sewage leaking out of the neighbor’s pipes directly onto the gate and front entry, where our guests (and I) have to enter.
** Taking a guest to the hospital to get three stitches put into the gash in her head,where she walked into the (sharp) metal electric meter, because she was (understandably) trying to avoid said sewage.
** A load of 70-plus percent chocolate.
** Watching our housekeeper train one of her replacements, particularly when she gave her the highly esteemed job of cleaning out the 20-gallon garbage can.
** Chrissy’s babies.
** Finding my gold outfit for New Year’s, thanks to the patient expertise of Brenda—and the glut of gaud at Plaza las Americas.