Betty hiding during thunder storm!

The storm

A large, intense storm rolled over this afternoon. It came from the south, the direction from which our storms come. It was quiet, no distant rumbling to warn me, I heard only the sound of the surf on the beach. I was absorbed in my work, mindless of the approaching storm from the south. Suddenly I notice it is dark. I raise my head look around, turn south to see a sky-full of clouds; black, dense, ominous clouds quietly and quickly rolling in from behind the sea rocks. Before I could move there came a bright flash and loud boom that startled me into a run, and instantly I am inside the screened-room. The storm comes alive, throwing down lightning bolts all around me. I see a strike in the ocean close to shore and right in front of me; the lightning sizzles and crackles as it splits a path through the atmosphere, and instantly, the thunder boom comes which explodes and rolls loudly through the sky. The intensity of the sounds shakes the house violently and everything inside rattles. I want to run and hide, but I am thrilled by the incredible display of nature; the raw power of the lightning shooting all around me. The lightning and thunder comes frequently, is close and all around. I know the risk sitting here in this open room, and every time there is a strike and boom close by my body tenses, I feel my chest and throat tighten, and I have a strong desire to run inside. Yet, I sit frozen in place and watch and listen with my entire being.

Jiggle Key to the Rescue

Are any of you familiar with what a jiggle key is? I first learned about jiggle keys during a 30-day stint on a grand jury in Portland, Oregon. Jiggle keys are used by car thieves to break into cars. A jiggle key is any old key of the same make as the car you want to break into. Often the key is slightly filed down to round-off the edges, so it more easily fits into the lock and gives you some room to "jiggle" the key. Old Nissans and Toyotas were the easiest to break into with a jiggle key (I learned this on the grand jury not during my youth in NY). Anyway, during my stay in Vallarta I meet Joe Santana for a morning walk around the soccer field; well, I don't know what I was thinking, but I set the truck keys in the ashtray and thought to myself, 'they will be safe here'; jumped out and locked the door! Once I realized what I had done, I mumbled a few words under my breath, but decided to walk off the frustration with Joe. After the walk Joe and I walked to a breakfast place and passed two locksmith shops within a block of each other. Wow! So after breakfast we drive in Joe's truck to the locksmith, pick him up and take him to my truck. The locksmith comes with a helper and a large bag full of tools, enough to take off my door, which I hope he doesn't have to do. We get to my truck and the locksmith gets out and walks to my locked pickup; he reaches in his pocket pulls out a bunch of old keys, picks one out and sticks it in the lock and jiggles it a few times and unlocks the door. It took less than 1-minute and cost $200 pesos! Expensive, but the cost of a good maestro is priceless.

David and Lindi, our first renters!
This past week, we rented Casa Liria to friends of my daughters, Dave and Lindi. They got married on a Saturday and the following Sunday afternoon they landed in Puerto Vallarta for a 6-day honeymoon. They were a sweet, young couple and I wish them all the luck in the world in their marriage and future endeavors; and thanks for staying in our bungalow! I drove to PV and meet them at the airport and took them to get their rental car and shopping at Wal-Mart. I then guided them out of town, because it can be confusing, and sent them on their way to Tenacatita. They arrived rather late, 1100-1130 pm, because they spent some time lost in Tenacatita. They asked for Mario's house, but I don't think anyone was able to help them. They finally looked carefully at the map I had given them and they found their way, which was a short 2-minute drive from Tenacatita. Casa Liria is easy to find during the day, but at night is hard to spot even though it is right off the road.

Baby Crabs

Today I was amazed by one of God's creatures, the land crab, I wrote about them in an earlier blog. I am still being amazed by these small, alien-looking creatures. While cleaning up some sacks of trash that were sitting in the screened room, I noticed a lot of tiny spider looking creatures all over the garbage bags and on the wall. I thought this odd; spiders don't typically hang around in large groups unless it is a hatch when a web can be filled with hundreds of baby spiders. This was not the case here, there was no web. I got my reading glasses so I could get a better view and realized they were not spiders at all, but baby crabs. They were no larger than a pinhead, but I could see their tiny beady eyes and miniature claws, and they scurried around sideways, like crabs do.

Beach Bum (part 3)

Living here on the beach I get to feel and experience the continuity of life that I feel when I spend time outdoors. I do spend lots of time outdoors here in Tenacatita with the vast, never-ending ocean and the beach that stretches forever. Behind me is the dense mangrove swamp with the river that feeds it, and a panoramic sky filled with fast moving clouds is the umbrella for all this splendor. There are times when I experience the 'eternal moment', and all seems right and perfect. Here on the beach, I sit still long enough to allow my mind to think thoughts of love, life and death; about the continuity of nature and life. I experience the knowledge that today and tomorrow and the days after that, that the wind will continue to blow, the storms will come with rain, lightning, and thunder; the waves will crash on the beach, wash the sands away and re-deposit them somewhere new and in a different configuration; and all the earth's creatures will continue to march forward in our individual, species specific dance.

Dump Dogs
The other day I went to the dump and while unloading the truck a female with two pups walked up and laid down right under the truck. The dump is on a south facing hillside and there is little to no shade on the road and the female dog was panting heavily with the squealing, hungry pups at her heels. I found a container and emptied my drinking water into it for them; all three drank thirstily. The female dog looked pretty hungry and I figured she would get food from the garbage all around, but as soon as I drove off dozens of Black Vultures flew over to the garbage I dumped, so there was no way the dog was going to out-compete all those large scavengers. Mexico is a tough place for dogs!