Wednesday, February 22, 2017

King Of The Beasts And Batdog

Pets and people in the dog parade. I'd like to see a psychological analysis of this event. Is it just spontaneous fun or do the pooch costumes say something about the makeup of the owners? Maybe some of both. We haven't had a dog in forty years so I can only speculate.


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Return Of Gratuitous Cuteness

As seen here for many years, we have a pretty big Mardi Gras for a temperate climate city. It's all commercial and for-profit now but, as I have often noted, St. Louis likes an excuse to drink in public. The big parade is on Saturday. Bacchus will be in attendance. So will I.

However, the Sunday before has the annual dog parade. It gets really silly. The event was terribly crowded this year with the exceptionally warm weather.  These two could have been the parade marshals for visitors from Lilliput.    

Monday, February 20, 2017

Madeleine Monday

We haven't had the moppet on for a while, what with travel, too much work and all. She is exactly three and a half today so it's a good time. Last Friday the family had some business to do downtown. My day wasn't so bad so we met for lunch.

This child is growing fast. My daughter has a group of friends with girls and they share clothing. Ms. M is almost unable to wear things from the two next older ones. She gets this ecstatic glow when provided with her favorite substance in the world, hot chocolate (which we have to blow on until she considers it cool enough to drink). Preferably with marshmallows but whipped cream will do.

And her language skills keep getting better. When I am sitting, she loves to try to climb on me and sit on my shoulders, which she is not allowed to do. So she keeps trying. She was hard at it the other evening. I grabbed her and pulled her back, telling her "not gonna happen." "Gonna happen," she shot back. I looked her in the eye and slowly told her "not gonna happen!" "Gonna happen," she insisted. So I asked her which she liked better, bugging me or hot chocolate. "Bug" was her firm reply.          

Sunday, February 19, 2017

How To Return To Costa Rican Sunsets

We could always play the lottery. Or not, and count our pennies. No high voltage electric lines in your view in Langosta.

And the churches here don't have stone lattice-work sides to let the breeze through. 

We'll have a Madeleine Monday tomorrow. And the pre-Mardi Gras dog parade is this afternoon, always worth trolling for images. It's freakishly warm, with a forecast of 74F/23C today, in mid-February. Should be a big turnout.              

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Time To Move On

All good things must come to an end. (And, if you think about it, bad things, too. It's helpful to have at least a bit of a Buddhist attitude.) Time to wrap up the images from another trip to enchanting Costa Rica, with many thanks to our hosts, Dave and Julie. We hope we can go back next year. I'd really like to bring our daughter and granddaughter Madeleine (who will be back here on Monday). I can imagine her delight while observing the critters in the tide pools.

I don't have a single frame of new local material. Better get back out on the streets of St. Louis today and see what's going on.                

Friday, February 17, 2017


What to do with your life: fly all the way to Tamarindo bloody Costa Rica, sit in Sharky's bar and watch a hockey game between the Montreal Canadiens and Edmonton Oilers. Works for me.

No surprise, but there are a lot of Canadians in Tamarindo at this time  of year. The majority of people staying at the condo complex were from the Maritimes, Edmonton or Calgary. (There was one family from Wasilla, Alaska - you know, the town where a former vice presidential candidate ostensibly lives).  We were the southernmost people there. When we were returning to the airport Sunday we got stuck behind a long procession of identical Hundai SUVs, all flying the Quebec flag.

Sharky's is an odd little place. We went there for lunch a bit before noon and the alcohol was already flowing freely. Once again, pura vida.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Wish You Were Here

And me, too. It's been an awful week back at work. I'm looking for a way to ease out of my career of more than 40 years. Not that I'd hang out on a beach or learn to surf (that's a laughable idea). But I'm reminded of an old, bad joke - Question: Why do you keep banging your head against the wall? Answer: because it feels so good when I stop. There's none of that going on in Costa Rica. Pura vida, y'all.