Pura Vida
Adelia Ritchie is sitting across from me at a Costa Rican Hotel

Yesterday Adelia and Linda were laughing at the image of Pigpen, in the Peanuts strip, who always has a cloud of dust or dirt hanging about him. Adelia did a sketch:

I said, “You sketch me. I sketch you back,” not to be confused with, “You sketch my back and I’ll sketch yours.”
I have known this woman on Facebook for fifteen years, but this is the first time I’ve met her in person. She is staying next door to our son’s tree house restaurant and bar, Los Gatos Locos, in Ojochal, where last night we drank margaritas and listened to live music by Johnny Doughnut.
But about the sketch.
I’m not sure what to think about being in a cloud of dirt that follows me and is analogically women who adore me. It might be that the intentions of these women are less than pure, and that they instinctively swarm around a dirty minded man. There’s a lot to unpack. I probably need to see a therapist about it.
The Lay Psychiatrist wanted to come along to Ojochal with us, but he could not fit into the Cessna 208 Caravan. He will be doing a session with Adelia pretty soon, I know. In the meantime, we have had a happy group of people here in Ojochal. An entertainer from Prescott, Arizona, and two of her friends joined Linda, Adelia, and me, Stephen and Kerrie, Johnny Donut and his wife, Michelle, and the Los Gatos Locos flair bartender, Abdul, on a river excursion today, where we saw monkeys, crocodiles, iguanas, toucans and even a boa constrictor.
This evening we went to dinner at La Parcela, south of Dominical. It is on a cliff overlooking the ocean, and is open to the outside environment, which features a troupe of monkeys that show up about the same time every day and hang out at the bar.

Property in Costa Rica has shot up in value as more expats come here. Stephen and Kerrie have established a beachhead. Los Gatos Locos has some cabins on the property. Nothing fancy but if the mass psychosis in the U.S. keeps sucking all the oxygen out of the culture one of them will serve until we find a house. We hope for the best and plan for the worst.
A gecko is singing. There is a buzz of insects so constant it is like background static. The rushing water of Rio Ojochal, too, is constant. We listen at night to the circulatory system of the rain forest, the streams, the rivers, the torrential rains. We breathe oxygen rich air. Pura Vida.
