burro bust!

November 13, 2012

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A burro came for lunch. He trailed his tie-out rope like a bowtie designated for special occasions finally torn off and dangling in ecstasy. He was chased ‘round the yard a bit before he discovered the gaping gate out front. Off he went. Drat, didn’t have time to get my Ipod to snatch a photo!

Smell of the sea is wafting through the chilled house and out the flung open wide doors and heavy wooden windows. A cool day forces us to don longer sleeved shirts and slacks. I have one pair of pants and one long-sleeved shirt. Luckily for me they match save the fuzzy red and white socks I had to put on..frozen toes…not that the fashion police come to call, if they did, they’d be quite occupied! Enough said.

Pain was so bad last night, I wanted to jump up and howl, prance around the room and shout some very profane language yet I simply plugged my ears with a headset to drown out the hideous mosquitoes and absorb the soothing music of the 80’s. McFab insists the constant ache, dark rich bloody skin and swelling is normal. He believes I will have a full recovery and encourages me to twist and turn my throbbing ankle joints as much as I can tolerate. Yikes! The puckered wounds continue to pull and pinch as they heal. Scrub away with warm soapy water in the shower sitting impatiently on my stiff white plastic stool as I squirm in disgust. My heel to middle foot is still quite numb which actually helps when I scrape and shed the deadening layer of skin. I know…YUCK!

Feeling extraordinarily sensitive these never ending days. Seemingly hardened sideways glances twist at my heart more than usual. Don’t take anything personal is my motto today!  The renovation activity began early, before I know it there are voices outside the French doors to my dark and humming room. Ceiling fan prevents the mosquitoes from landing on my exposed veins yet chills the air and forces me to cover up and wrestle with the delicate linens throughout the endless wee hours.  I am thankful I do not have to be alerted at midnight and 6am to take antibiotics any longer.

Had some sort of heady spiny fish, firm and hearty pasty manioc, preverbal rice and beans, cooked flavorful cabbage and grapelike fruit for dessert. Will have coffee after English class with the teens. Held the cover-the-basics class for one hour and ten minutes this afternoon. Buzzing from the handsaw interrupted our session but there really isn’t anywhere else I can take them, unless they carry me like a pharaoh on a throne. Read advertisements out of the Forbes magazine since it is the only thing I have with me besides advanced novels and complex poetry. I will find something simple on the internet to copy for them.

Meu deus do ceu!  I am freezing!