Saturday, February 8, 2020

Last night I went to bed at 10:15pm, got up once during the night, again at 4:30, got up at 5:30 to take a sleeping pill and didn’t wake/get up until 8:30.

About 9:30 Jim and I walked to the mall where I recycled a couple plastic bottles, paid the Une utility bill, and paid Teresa’s cellphone bill at Claro.  (For some reason mine wasn’t ready.)  We stopped at Herman’s stand for a cup of orange juice then took the metro to Exposiciones station.  We couldn’t find a bus to Rionegro so we took a bus to San Diego mall where we had a short wait for a La Ceja bus.  We got off at the La Fe traffic circle where we had a short wait for another bus to take us to Rionegro.  It’s at 6,900 feet and significantly cooler than Medellin.  My cellphone said it was 71 degrees but Accuweather said it felt like 81.  Now if I could just find a nice town at about 6,000 feet so the temperature would top out at about 80.

We had lunch on the 2^nd floor of Rancho Paisa overlooking the park.  After, we took a bus to Rionegro airport, an airport bus to San Diego mall and a bus from there to Otra Parte and we were back at the apt by 5:30.

Among new US movie releases there isn’t anything I want to see.  Locally, Little Women (8.1) is playing here in the afternoons.

9,755 steps today.

Joke of the day

A contractor dies in a car accident on his 40th birthday and finds himself at the Pearly Gates.

A brass band is playing, the angels are singing a beautiful hymn, there is a huge crowd cheering and shouting his name, and absolutely everyone wants to shake his hand.

Just when he thinks things can't possibly get any better, Saint Peter himself runs over, apologizes for not greeting him personally at the Pearly Gates, shakes his hand, and says, "Congratulations son, we've been waiting a long time for you."

Totally confused and a little embarrassed, the contractor sheepishly looks at Saint Peter and says "Saint Peter, I tried to lead a God-fearing life, I loved my family, I tried to obey the 10 Commandments, but congratulations for what? I honestly don't remember doing anything really special when I was alive."

"Congratulations for what?" says Saint Peter, totally amazed at the man's modesty.

"We're celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old! God himself wants to see you!"

The contractor is awestruck and can only look at Saint Peter with his mouth wide open.

When he regains his power of speech, he looks up at Saint Peter and says "Saint Peter, I lived my life in the eternal hope that when I died I would be judged by God and be found to be worthy, but I only lived to be forty."

"That's simply impossible son," says Saint Peter. "We added up your time sheets."