Tuesday, 7/19/2022

Not that bad a day thus far at 0922. I arose around 0630. I prepared my bowl of oats. I made coffee, all is well. I am sitting around the pool, logging in the information from the day before. All of my readers know these daily posts are placed into the site backwards, right? My last is the first one a persons reads. This is really messed up, isn’t it? The internet sucks here everywhere in this place.

Well, yesterday I had more dentist work to do. I rode the taxy back out for maybe ten miles. The dentist filled three more teeth for me. Areas of my mouth needed building up from being worn down. She did, and my jaws wouldn’t close. She had me bite down on some plastic, then she would grind a bit here and there, and finally my teeth sat squarely on top of one another. In the end I am better off for sure. She wants to pull three and give me a partial plate, but I am only going to allow her to pull one later on, and she can keep her partial plate. I’ll pull the other two when they wear down to a point that I have no more teeth to use.

After I finished with the dentist, we rode the taxi over to my wife’s adopted sister’s home. Here we socialized, ate some good food like bollo and enseviado, then I slept for a while on the hammock. We lounged around a bit until 2000 hours, then rode the taxi back to our place. I’m sitting here now writing in this blog until the internet connects with my information in Gmail.

Yes today has begun as a decent day. Its only 0957. I was just e-mailed about interviewing for a director of languages position at a school no too awful far from here. I taught there for one summer maybe nine years ago. I told the lady we would ride out there maybe around 1400 tomorrow. We’ll definitely be remaining here for the long term when I work this employment situation out right. I would love to have a masters degree before returning back to the states. I could land a job in a community college then in states such as Texas, maybe Florida, Iowa, Kansas, TN, Missouri, and others. Coddling minority oriented political agenda may lock me out of states like SC, NC, Va, and others, but that is alright, since so many other choices for success exists, and I am tired to spending my time in those states anyway. I’ve seen it all there, and done it all, for sure. They can stick it!

Another step in time

Yesterday, 7/16/2022, was a decent day. We both awoke around 0630 as usual. We ate a bowl of oats and drank coffee out in our underwear on the porch. At 0900 our neighbor, Juan, from California arrived. The wife and myself rode to a Baptist church ten miles or so outside of town with Juan and his wife. Juan and his wife appear to be decent people. They are around 75 years old, I guess. Juan is retired from the US military and Boeing Aircraft company. The church was interesting, making comparisons between Babylon and our present age. The preacher also informed the congregation of details unknown by man, declaring that so much was in fact, unknown. The sermon was in Spanish, and I understood only half, I suppose, but enough that I could fill in the blanks for myself. We made it back home around 1230.

We had walked in for maybe thirty minutes and the wife’s friend, Monica, pulled up with her new husband. They invited us over to their house over in Guayaquil. There we motored out and picked up barbeque chicken and pilsner beer, sitting around in Monica’s place eating and socializing until maybe 1800 hours. Monica has a nice place she has slowly built up. She bought land out in the middle of nowhere. She built a treehouse, now a living room area, and is working on more structures inside her specific area. She appears to be contemplating making those into rental areas.

When Monica took us back home around 1800, Juan called the wife up, inviting us inside for empanadas and tea. The wife and I socialized with him and his wife there at his home until 2230. We had loads of informative, interesting information handed to us. Juan told me about all of the adjustments he had to make to his house so that it wouldn’t leak during the rainy season. He plugged numerous holes made into the home for unexplainable reasons and installed his own gutter system to handle the runoff. He was telling me how the handymen one often hires cannot be trusted to complete the work. I told him that in America the same is often true. Supposedly skilled craftsmen often don’t know what they are doing. One winds up doing all of the work themselves in far too many situations. All went well last night, and we made it home we retired for the evening in bed.

Another step in time

Yesterday, 7/16/2022, was a decent day. We both awoke around 0630 as usual. We ate a bowl of oats and drank coffee out in our underwear on the porch. At 0900 our neighbor, Juan, from California arrived. The wife and myself rode to a Baptist church ten miles or so outside of town with Juan and his wife. Juan and his wife appear to be decent people. They are around 75 years old, I guess. Juan is retired from the US military and Boeing Aircraft company. The church was interesting, making comparisons between Babylon and our present age. The preacher also informed the congregation of details unknown by man, declaring that so much was in fact, unknown. The sermon was in Spanish, and I understood only half, I suppose, but enough that I could fill in the blanks for myself. We made it back home around 1230.

We had walked in for maybe thirty minutes and the wife’s friend, Monica, pulled up with her new husband. They invited us over to their house over in Guayaquil. There we motored out and picked up barbeque chicken and pilsner beer, sitting around in Monica’s place eating and socializing until maybe 1800 hours. Monica has a nice place she has slowly built up. She bought land out in the middle of nowhere. She built a treehouse, now a living room area, and is working on more structures inside her specific area. She appears to be contemplating making those into rental areas.

When Monica took us back home around 1800, Juan called the wife up, inviting us inside for empanadas and tea. The wife and I socialized with him and his wife there at his home until 2230. We had loads of informative, interesting information handed to us. Juan told me about all of the adjustments he had to make to his house so that it wouldn’t leak during the rainy season. He plugged numerous holes made into the home for unexplainable reasons and installed his own gutter system to handle the runoff. He was telling me how the handymen one often hires cannot be trusted to complete the work. I told him that in America the same is often true. Supposedly skilled craftsmen often don’t know what they are doing. One winds up doing all of the work themselves in far too many situations. All went well last night, and we made it home we retired for the evening in bed.