Catch Up Post
It's noon on Saturday and I'm getting a chance to catch up with the blog. Although I had wanted to start again on the back yard today it seems like it will be simply a cleaning day. In Costa Rica I had a huge townhouse type of contraption with lots of rooms, furniture and storage space. My girlfriend and I could spend days not running into each other on purpose- except at bedtime (it was an effort, yes, but we could do it). I even had my own office.
In Panama that has changed drastically. We're in a tiny two-story cabin, the lower half of which will be the business. It suits me well enough, as I've always had this strange fantasy of living over a business, kind of like old school Main Street downtown areas where the family lived above the general store. That said; arrangements must be made.
The past couple of weeks have been spent gathering materials and tools to expand the bathroom area and build a walk-in closet space to put our clothes and stuff. We've been living out of suitcases for months. Yesterday I called the job 'done,' and started the cleaning process of vacuuming, dusting, washing dishes and other stuff exposed to the dust and removing the tools and spare lumber to the downstairs work area.
The only way I've been able to do this is because the little lady is out of town and I could alternately work into the wee hours (no neighbors to speak of to complain of the noise) and sit for half a day staring at the project and pondering my next move. I've also been bombarded with junk email, more so than ever I've been in the past. That's a lot.
I read somewhere that the "king of spam" has just gotten himself arrested or thrown in jail or something, and I think they should throw away the key. If the spammers knew, really knew how hated they are, to the point of a normal person being willing to commit a capital crime against them…they probably still wouldn't stop. This is a prime market for mercenaries once we start drawing down from Iraq. That thought alone could shorten the war. Let the market work.
Tomorrow will be cleanup downstairs to get rid of the sawdust and stuff from, uh, all the sawing. Another coat of bug-killer wood-curer stuff will be required on the two by fours, do the basic layout for the bar, and then back out into the yard with my new hatchet and pruning saw. And the machete of course. I'll also be ordering up some four and five foot stakes to finally lay out the canal and use my new 30 meter measuring tape to order up the PVC pipe for the French drain.
Email will be answered shortly for those of you who are awaiting a response.
Update: I forgot to publicly thank Luke at LYT Rules for notifying me that my MySpace page had been violated and used to send out spam to other users. For the record, this is what I think happened: My girlfriend sent me a 'message' which contained what looked like a YouTube (or other) video offering showing the panty-clad bottom of a young lass. It didn't seem to work, and I thought I had figured out it was spam and deleted it, but that wasn't the end.
I found it on a BUNCH of MySpace pages and, not thinking, I clicked again. More than once. I can be persistent when it comes to panty-clad bottoms. Problem is that it took me to a login page, where I logged in, and it took my password. From then on in it used me like a cheap hussy.
I thought I had a handle on this kind of stuff so I figure this will be a public service message to all the other internet 'experts.' Be careful out there.
