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AUGUST 2009: “It's Hard Being Bob...”
(NOTE: Newcomers, who'd like to get an idea of what this site is all about, would be well-advised to click on "2005 Pages" and read that introduction. Enjoy!)
It used to be easy.
Back in the day, I was a cold-hearted bastard: apathetic, antisocial, and cynical. People's feelings or their plights didn't bother me. Nothing bothered me. Nothing got through the impervious, Teflon-coated crust of my male ego. And, in a sociopathic sense, I was happy.
Now look at me! I've got the frickin' warm and fuzzies. I'm like the Grinch: all toasty inside and leaking (tears stream down my cheeks without a moment's notice or an apologetic by-your-leave). I'm sympathetic on a regular basis, I enjoy sunsets and moonrises, and my heart breaks at the drop of a sombrero. I like quinoa salad, for god's sake!
"What happened to me!?!?"
Wait, I know what happened; it was TC! She did it. It's her fault. She changed me from the quintessential American asshole into a... pussyboy. (If you're not careful, I'll hit you in the tray with my face.) And it's all those unfettered emotions that make life tough, that make it hard to be me. Now, I'm so vulnerable I constantly get the shit kicked out of me by love.
It's a sad state of affairs...
Of course, life's no round-the-clock cakewalk for TC, either. She got hit by a cow. I'll repeat that: SHE GOT HIT BY A COW!
Recently, as TC drove up the hill one afternoon, she saw a cow ahead. The critter was careening down the road, no vaquero in sight, and no telling which way it might decide to go. But then it made a right turn and disappeared into trees and brush. TC figured she was good to go, so drove past the spot where the heifer made her exit. At that instant, however, the animal came charging back out onto the road smack into the Kia's passenger-side fender.
(Click the image for a larger version.)
TC was okay, but the car and the cow weren't. The car suffered a dented fender, a broken mirror, and a weird round-shaped crack in the windshield—we never figured out which part of the beast caused it. TC stopped and got out, but by the time she rounded the car, the cow was up and hobbling down the road on three legs, the left-rear flailing and obviously broken—why that leg, who can say.
A couple of muchachos walking past said they didn't know whose cow it was, but that it had been out causing trouble all morning. Then they expressed displeasure over owners who failed to keep their beasts penned. I imagine the real displeasure, however, would eventually belong to the cow, because if it wasn't earmarked for slaughter before the accident, you can bet it's hamburger now.
We, too, have suffered a smidgen of displeasure over the glacier-like progress of repairs, but it's probably callus and even ridiculous of me to mention it considering the fate of the cow...
Okay, hang on to your hats and glasses, folks! Bovines aside, it looks like we're not free of natural disasters after all. An earthquake struck Panama at 1:49 am (local time) on Saturday, July 4—talk about your Independence Day celebrations. The temblor measured 6.0 on the Moment Magnitude scale, and the epicenter was under the Caribbean, about 60-miles northeast of Panama City. (Click
to read what the Panama-Guide had to say about it.)
It started with that oh so familiar roll, then a noisy rumbling, and finally culminated in a pretty strong and extended shake. I would guess the whole thing lasted 45 seconds or so. It left TC wide awake, but I was still kinda groggy, responding to her in monosyllables. I knew we'd had a quake, but by California standards it was nothing to get excited about, just a rock in the cradle. So, I rolled over and went back to sleep. I like quakes, just not while I'm trying to snooze, thank you.
Let's see, that leaves us with some site news, and then this month's gallery.
As for our site, I've been spending time lately attempting to create an easier to follow navigation through it, a way to read our pages in a more chronological order. First, I went back and linked all the monthly and yearly home pages so that, when you click on a year, it starts with January (or whichever month's update came first) then takes you forward through the months to the following year. Second, I also created a site map, more or less, with links to each years monthly updates and galleries when there wasn't an update. It's reachable through the "Chronological Links!" link in our navigation bar.
I hope this helps those poor souls mired down in lives so dreary they'll actually spend time reading the drivel that seeps out of my icky, sticky keyboard...
Well, if you've made it this far, you're in luck. This month's gallery is very short and to the point, all contained in one day's walkabout...well, purportedly one day. But, because it's been two months since the last update, you'll have to suspend your disbelief long enough to click through the photos before being unceremoniously dumped back here.
"There's no place like home; there's no place like home..."
You see, what we have here, besides a failure to communicate, is a case of more words than pictures; a nice change from those overloaded gallery updates, don't you think? Huh? Don't ya!?!? Hm, do not answer that...just click on the pretty picture and keep your opinions to yourself.
Like I said, it's not easy being me.
And that does it. Another Casa Ingaso update. To all of you who were persistent enough to wade through the entire mess, "Jeez! Get a life!"
“¡Hasta pronto, Amigos!”
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