Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Last night I went to bed at 10:30pm, got up twice during the night, finally waking/getting up at 6:15.  It was raining lightly outside but it didn’t last long.


The morning news had a segment on the 2 months that protestors have been camped out on the front lawn of Otra Parte protesting the cutting down of trees to make way for the new Metro Plus.

MT has doctor’s appointments this morning and this afternoon so Teresa will be out most of the day.


I left the apt just before 9am, taking my umbrella instead of sunglasses.  In Smartfit I completed all my exercises in an hour and 15 minutes.  I ran into Marcos who informed me he will be visiting Arizona in 2 weeks for about a month – spending time with grandchildren.


I returned to the apt but didn’t need an umbrella either way.

I left the apt at 11am and walked to the mall.  I stopped in Exito and showed a saleslady my mouse and showed her the drawing showing a storage space for the USB receptor in the back.  She opened the battery compartment, removed the battery and slid out the USB receptor.  I was astonished and thanked her very much.  As I left, she was probably thinking, “stupid gringo”.


I went up to Sarku where I had their chicken teriyaki and a lemonade de coco for 25mil.  Seated not far away was a black gringo from Texas and we chatted briefly.


I went down to Todo Fresa where I had a café con leche and solved a few chess puzzles.  I left at 1:30 and returned to the apt.  I exchanged a few things and walkd to Parva.  (On the way I noticed that Amati café was still closed.  The other day I saw someone painting some of their wooden chairs white.)


I arrived at Parva a little after 2pm and Juan arrived at 2:30.  I told him my computer is now set up and working fine.  My lesson ended at 4:30 and I stayed a few minutes solving chess puzzles.  Teresa called me and informed me she had returned to the apt.

I walked back and showed her the trailer for The Gentlemen (8.1) and she said it looked great.  I told her it starts at 6:45 but she wants to go to the later 9:35 start.


We took a nap from 5:45 to 6:30 but then Teresa announced she’s too tired to go to the movies tonight, so another time.


On the news it was reported that Corona virus cases have appeared in Chile and Argentina so its here in South America but no cases have appeared in Colombia.


Now we’re back to Luz Maria staying here and she’s arriving tomorrow.  Teresa asked me if I knew of a cheap hotel in Envigado.  I told her the only hotel is the Arame and its not cheap.  She asked me if I would go downtown Envigado and adk business owners if they knew of a room to rent.  I said you want me to ask because my Spanish is so good?

9,871 steps today.

Joke of the day

Here are 10 rules from a father to a teenage daughter's boyfriend:
Rule One:

If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package because you're sure as heck not picking anything up.

Rule Two:

You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them for you.

Rule Three:

I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open-minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise:  You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:

I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:

It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six:

I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:

As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:

The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. . Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat!

Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks' homes are better.

Rule Nine:

Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:

Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home.

As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window - is mine!