Back In Potrerillos

I returned to Potrerillos Arriba yesterday afternoon for an indefinite stay. Steve, the owner of the house, has been having serious back pain since he came back here in mid-November. Actually even before then. He and his wife, Jane, have spent a great deal of their time this trip consulting with various doctors and an MRI was done at Hospital Chiriqui. The opinion was that Steve needs surgery. The two have returned to the States for further consultation and for insurance purposes.

Naturally they called me the other day and asked me if I’d come look after the house and the neurotic canine-on-residence. How could I say no? I LOVE this place though I’m a bit ambivalent about the dog. Besides, I’m retired. I don’t have a job, what else do I have to do?

It’s a bit hazy looking down the mountain this morning and the low mountains are indistinct, gray bumps in the distance and the Pacific Ocean is invisible. But it’s a lot quieter here this morning than in Boqueron. Every once in a while I hear a cock crow and not the 30 fighting cocks that were my neighbors.

 

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  1. I know, I know. It’s not exactly the same scenario. Still, how could you have shuffled back and forth all this time without this being posted?

    Maybe a few listens will straighten out that neurotic dog. ;-)

    Thanks for posting that, Linda. It’s one of the few J.B. songs I didn’t know about. I’m a big fan of his, except for the songs that got played to death on the radio…Cheeseburger, Tequila, you know the ones. I do like a segment of a Pirate Looks at 40 “Yes I am a pirate, 200 years too late, the cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothing to plunder, I’m an over-forty victim of fate.”

    And He Went to Paris, Everybody’s Got A Cousin in Miami, and There’s Something So Feminine About A Mandolin. But I never heard the one you posted.

    J.B. was the entertainment for the big party at the 2nd Annual Fort Lauderdale to Key West Race over 40 years ago, the year before he hit it big. He’s an extremely talented guy and I’ve read his books, too. In fact, when I was driving for the limo service I read Where In The World Is Joe Merchant COMPLETELY at stop lights. Never took it inside the house to read. Never read it in the airline terminals waiting for my clients to get off the plane. ONLY at the red lights. Got honked at quite a bit, too, when the lights turned green.

    Here’s something kind of exciting. There is a girl here in Chiriqui Province who’s working on her Master’s Degree in English and she wants to talk to me about translating my book into Spanish. How cool is that?