It’s a quiet day today, Sunday. Fewer motorcycles on the road, no kids for Lina to bark at. Sipping my tea on the patio this morning I heard Bluegrass music sifting up through the tree below. Later, the pealing of church bells.
Last night we had a major emergency in the apartment. I was lounging on the bed, quietly reading my Kindle, when I heard Bea yelp in the other room. She came running in and grabbed the broom from the closet.
“There’s a HUGE cockroach that just flew into the living room!” she said. Her eyes were wide and the tendons in her neck were standing out. “Will you get it?” she asked, offering me the broom. “Save me?” she added.
I was comfortable on the bed, and Jack Reacher was just about to kill yet another bad guy in the book I was reading, so I said, “Nah, just leave it, it’ll be okay.” She went into the kitchen and whacked a few times and screeched once. She came back into the bedroom and said, “It flew under the dishwasher.”
“We don’t have a dishwasher,” I said.
“You know, the fridge! Will you save me?”
Having been through bug episodes before, I didn’t think there would be a problem. “I’ll get it in the morning, “I said. “Just close the bedroom door – we’ll be safe.”
This morning I found the monstrous bug hanging on a curtain. I picked it up with a handbill and put it outside. Here’s a photo of it.
This monster is a little over one inch long. Pretty scary, eh?
I’m beginning to feel like a resident of our neighbourhood. Walking down to the traffic circle late yesterday afternoon, I saw a woman walking with a box balanced on her head and another woman trying to coax a recalcitrant goat along the road. Her little boy, about six years old, was behind the goat, keeping his distance, clapping his hands and stamping his feet. The goat was dug in, not going anywhere. As I walked past another home I heard religious music drifting out the open door, a woman was singing along. People say ‘Hi’ to us, there’re friendly up here. One guy asks me if I want opium every time I pass, which is neighbourly.
I went down to Sunnyside for sunset and met up with Tizzy, Booger, Pooper, PGW and JT. JT is a ‘lurker’ friend of mine from ‘Bullocks Shrunken, Winter-Hell’, Canada. We had a few beers and watched the sun go down. It ducked behind a big cloud at the last minute, but we were rewarded with a beautiful silver lining. We took some pictures. It was the first time I’d met Booger, Tizzy and RVT Pooper – good, fun people.
BTW, PGW did actually run the 10K and he got a respectable time too. He hung around the recovery area for a while. Apparently he was quite dehydrated after the run because he told me he drank seven Red Stripes. “Hey, they were free!”
Walking back through our ‘hood’ on returning from our excursion this morning, we were ambushed by two little boys who jumped out from behind a gate, pointed pop bottles at us, then mowed us down, imitation the sounds of a machine gun. I raised my finger and pointed it at them and did my best Bounty Killer impersonation, “BULLET! – BULLET!” One each. They feigned serious injury, laughed and retreated back into their yard.
Today I got a 1,000mg pack of vitamin C in my advent calendar (??) Yesterday I got a ‘stretching catapult chicken (???)
Hi Zoe!
This is my catapult chicken draped over a large custard apple. My favorite fruit in Jamaica. Try it!!
Moving to the beach next week.
Originally Posted by yetta
