Tranquility – Recuperation – Serenity

Chuck that whining, self-pitiing attitude down into the gorge behind the house and claim this gorgeous, sunny morning as a new beginning!

Just as the tropical depression hovering over Guatemala and causing days of incessant rain, with a sky occluded by layers of low hanging clouds and swiftly swirling fog enveloping the house, has moved on to disappear over the Pacific ocean, so has my personal cloud lifted and my heart has lightened.
Elanoides forficatus, Linnaeus 1758
 swallow-tailed kite, wingspan about 1.30m/50″

Until yesterday morning our trials and tribulations of the last few weeks had engorged themselves to a dark masse of amorphous, ever increasing threats. Hick-ups and adversities piled up in my mind and became disproportionally magnified, thus robbing my days of enjoyment and my nights of more restful restoration.

It has always been my downfall to brood. I am, if I may say so myself, an accomplished and skilled sulker, agonizer and ruminator. It is, therefore, not in the least surprising that I took full advantage of the convenient accumulation of negative vibes lately, to immerse myself with great gusto into our adversities – multiple hospitalizations of both Barry and my mother – and the hick-ups of daily life, like rental car troubles galore and other annoyances. The crowning glory of my misery, the icing on my cake of despair, was the curious “Incident of the Towed Car”. 
In this ridiculous misadventure, a friend, who was leaving for a trip, kindly allowed me to drive the car for a couple of days, which she herself is borrowing from it’s absentee owner. After using her car, I parked it in front of her house. Owing to circumstances beyond my control, as in, another borrowed car, this time from our neighbors, breaking down with a dead alternator on my way to deliver the first borrowed car’s keys to a designated person; as in, my back flipping out, confining me to a week’s worth of bed rest; as in, the Town of Atenas deciding to resurface my friends street and TOWING ALL CARS LEFT PARKED IN IT, I now have to pay a minimum of $500 to get her confiscated license plates back. Since she blames me for the mess, and I did park the vehicle, I have no convincing argument to volley that whopping bill back into her side of the court! 
Interestingly enough, it’s another car, which helped me, to regain perspective on my very good life. It’s our own family car, Ruby, which we picked up from the importer yesterday. No more broken down and unsafe rental cars, no more borrowing cars from generous and kind neighbors! No more will-I-have-a-ride-to-go-to-the-hospital-tomorrow anxieties! Somehow, the simple act of driving to a warehouse in Alajuela to pick up our car, cleared the grey cobwebs obscuring my vision and restored my equilibrium. And there is no doubt that our lives are very good indeed. Barry is mending nicely, my mother has moved back into her own bed and is doing quite well, and beautiful kites are soaring above the valley. Besides, if all else fails, there’s always Italian pastry – Pura Vida!

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