I got up once during the night, woke up at 6:30, had trouble
falling asleep again, but finally woke/got up at 7:45.
We left the apt at 8:45 and quickly caught a taxi to
Mayorista. As we turned the corner (to
the right) to go to the Mayorista entrance, I looked left and at 9:15 on a
Sunday morning I saw young ladies standing outside the bars so, yes, I think
I’ve found Itagui’s red light district.
Over the next 90 minutes we picked up 534,822 ($169.75)
pesos of food, including most of, if not all, the ingredients I need to make
oatmeal cookies. As usual we took an
efectivo (cash) car back to the apt.
I received an email from Sara Lodi asking when I was
available to talk. She gave me her
telephone number. I
was going to call her using magicJack but Laura wanted us to be able to see
each other. First she downloaded
Whatsapp to my laptop but couldn’t figure out how to get video. She then downloaded Skype and we were able to
talk for awhile. Michael and Sara both
participated and we talked about Laura and their au pair position. I understood Laura will leave for NY on
January 21st but Sara said she’s going to be moving on to Massachusetts
I had a spirited conversation with Teresa. I tried to communicate to her that it’s
dangerous to keep to herself the fact that she has breast cancer. Her family should know if there is a
propensity for breast cancer but if they all hide the fact then it’s doing a
disservice to the others. How would you
feel if someone in your extended family had cancer and you didn’t know about it
and then you got cancer?
Teresa and Laura left about 5pm to take MT shopping in El
Tesoro.
The Bears beat the Vikings 24-10 IN Minneapolis. And to think that Minnesota
I understand the Bears play in the wild card round next Sunday at
4:40pm against the 9-7 Philadelphia Eagles.
Go Bears!
Teresa and Laura returned at 9:15 and brought me 3 ribs and
about 10 fries from some restaurant in La Buena Mesa.
She also brought me the Une bill which is now 92,620 pesos.
My plan for tomorrow was to go to the gym in the morning
then go to the bank with Laura after lunch to get my World Remit cash and then pay
some bills but she informed me that she has to go downtown tomorrow afternoon
to sign some papers so I guess we’ll be going in the morning.
Joke of the day
One
Saturday, a duck hunter was on his way home from a long day of hunting. He'd
just crossed over the Carlton Bridge when he was pulled over by a Game Warden.
The Warden walks up to his car to find the hunter's window rolled down.
"Can I help ya Warden?" He
says.
"Well yes you can." The
Warden says. "I noticed when I passed you that you were wearin' huntin'
attire, and it's my job to inspect any game that you might have. Have you been
huntin' today? If you bagged anything, I'll need to see it."
"Well yes sir, I got three ducks
today - they're in the trunk." The hunter replied.
The hunter gets out of his car and
walks back to the trunk, which he gladly opens. The Game Warden sees three
ducks - lined up neatly in the trunk. He picks up one of the ducks and holds it
up to the light, looking it over. Then he begins sniffing the duck- like a hound
on a scent. Then he takes a finger and rams it up the ducks butt- all the way
to the third knuckle. He pulls his finger out and sniffs it. Then he points
that finger at the hunter.
"You shot this duck in New
Hampshire - I need to see a New Hampshire hunting license- right now." The
Warden demanded.
The hunter, who's amazed by this
Warden's keen sense of smell pulls out his wallet and fumbles through it for a
moment, finally producing the license. The Game Warden looks it over for a
second and hands it back to the hunter.
"How in the world did you know
where I shot that duck?" The hunter asked, totally baffled by how accurate
the Warden's sense of smell is.
"I've been a Game Warden for
pretty nigh thirty-five years. You just get to know these things after
awhile." The Warden replied.
He picked up the second duck and went
through the same routine - first the sniffing - then the finger up the duck's
butt. "You shot this one in Massachusetts din'cha? You sure do get around
- now I need to see a Massachusetts license or you'll be in big trouble
Chum!" The Warden said, thinking he had him this time for sure.
The hunter, who by this time was
totally in awe of this 'talent' that the Warden was displaying, reached for his
wallet yet again - producing the requested license. "I can't believe
it!" The hunter said, nearly falling on the ground in disbelief. "How
did you know where I shot that duck?" "I told ya, it's many years of
experience, I can tell by the smell." The Warden replied as he inspected
the Massachusetts license. "So far, you're ok - but let's check out this
last duck."
The Warden went through his routine
yet again and put the final duck back into the trunk. At which time he turned
to the hunter who was still aghast with disbelief. "All right," the Warden
says, "you shot this one here in Maine, din'cha" He queried.
"I'll need a Maine huntin' license right now - or you're gonna get written
up." The flabbergasted hunter pulled out his wallet again, this time a
little annoyed with the Warden, and produced his Maine
The Warden looked it over carefully
and handed it back to the hunter. "Well," the Warden says, "it
looks as though everything's in order. You're free to go."
The Warden walks back to his truck -
but just before he got in, he turns back to the hunter, who's still standing
next to his car - not believing what had just happened. "Wait a
minute!" The Warden hollered. "I know you've been huntin' all over
New England today- but where in the hell are you from anyway?" The hunter
turned around, bent over, dropped his trousers, spreading his cheeks for the
Game Warden to see. "You're so friggin' smart- you tell me."
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