Month: July 2016

I thought I could ignore the goings-on this week, and just let it all slide. After all, like most Americans (if polls are to believed), I really don't like either candidate for President. I got no horse in this race, no dog in this fight, no clowns in this circus, no turd in this bowl, whatever metaphor you prefer. But if you've read some of my other posts, you know that something that gets right up my left nostril in...

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"Honey, we're out of eggs. I'm going to the mercado, do you need anything?" "Yes, we need poop bags for the dog," my wife replied. For those of you without pets, she meant for me to pick up a pack of small plastic bags used to collect and dispose of the little gifts our Corgi leaves around the neighborhood. So this morning, I set out to the mercado for poop bags and eggs. As I walked to the market, I...

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Two friends we made here in Ecuador decided to sell their homes and move back to the US recently. They enjoyed their time here, but for various reasons had to move on. We will miss them, but wish them the best in the continuing adventure of their lives together. Their departure reminded me of an interesting discussion I saw a few months ago in social media. A blogger was convinced that the “retirement/travel industry” was hiding a deep, dark secret...

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We had a close call the other day, and we may not be completely out of the woods yet. We woke up Thursday to find my wife's 11-year old Corgi, Joey, who is usually in the bedroom before sunrise, huffing and puffing for someone to get up and feed him, lying on the floor in the dining room. He was not moving much, and at first, my wife thought he was dead. She saw he was breathing though, massaged him...

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