Building a Dream


Do you have a Dream? Is there something you want to do when you retire and are afraid to approach the subject with your mate? Do not feel alone, it was like pulling teeth for my wife and I to make a decision on a wish. For me it was not difficult, but for my wife her home was her castle and you do not mess with her castle. She was the smart person who invested in her retirement. I used my retirement as my business went into decline and my tenacious women made sure I did not use our home as collateral. The one most intelligent decísion we made as a couple, besides getting married. My wife passed away in two thousand and eight and I kept our home for five more years and tripled our investment as I sold our home and moved to Nevada.

It was difficult to sell my home of forty-two years; the memory strings were hitting me hard until I remembered why Nevada was a logical choice for retiring, no State tax and inexpensive living economics. Eventually I bought my dream property in Costa Rica, slowly using my pension to subsidize the build. The cabina is almost finished and I hope to move in by April of two thousand- eighteen. I rent rooms at my house in Nevada to help pay the mortgage and it gives me a few extra dollars for Costa Rica. My brother lives at my home in Nevada and manages the property while I am away.

I took my own advice and went into partnership with my Girlfriend who puts her money to work to build our dream house located San Luis, Tilaran, Costa Rica. We bought a small piece of property over looking Lake Arenal. Are there times when you and your spouse can not agree on your project? We can have some heated discussions but always bow to reason or find a  different way to do the project. Having a mediator helps us out a great deal and we seem to bow to reason. When we get angry with each other we remember how lucky we are to be able to live in two countries and spend a reasonable amount of money to enjoy our passions. We are fortunate persons who found love later in our life’s  and we are enjoying life together.

Our families told us we were nuts to move to Costa Rica. You could of fooled me! This is the best years of our lives together! Do no not fear the darkness, embrace it.

Pura Vida!


“Port of San Luis
The Port of San Luis is a quiet little hamlet
A few Ticos and Gringos are happy to have it
A hotel and restaurant and a nice looking dock
A place to have your boat disembark

A nice park to play with the dogs
Or to be lazy and lay around like a log”

“Just down the road from Tranadora
Good place to read a book or enjoy the outdoors

You can kayak or water ski
Fish or just let nature be
Lake Arenal is a beautiful place
Away from the worlds hectic pace

I like to sit on the grass and read
It is a place to go that is free.
Eat at the restaurant or bring a picnic
Walk the beach and view Costa Rica’s uniqueness

It is quiet and makes you feel serene
For my dogs and I it is the place to be
Pura Vida!”

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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Do you play words with friends?

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERADo you play words with friends?  I use to play Scrabble with my wife quite often. We bought a travel scrabble game and we took it on every weekend getaway. We would sit at the Borg Hotel across from the Pacific Ocean on Ocean Avenue in Monterey  and play Scrabble after our walk on the walk and bike lanes that follows the shoreline. We would talk endlessly about everything while we played the word game. She always outscored me, but I enjoyed being with her and never felt stupid as I worked at beating her at the game. After all, she was an office manager who corrected the bosses correspondence.When she passed away in two thousand and eight I was an angry man. Angry at my failings and angry at not being able to enjoy a simple pleasure in life, playing Scrabble on the beach in Monterey with my wife. I was angry the Lord who took my precious soulmate away from me in the prime of her life. All my past transgressions seemed to haunt me and one day I had enough with my self pity and hit the road to travel the USA and write poetry. On this road of discovery, I rode to places my wife and I had never been and I felt her presence. I found myself talking to her as I rode; Brandon , Oregon, Lincoln, Oregon, Seattle Washington in a down pour of rain. The rain isn’t bad when you have the right gear, is it Honey? I began to think I was losing my faculties and I began to write poetry. It was as if she told me to go to a hotel in Seattle and begin.

On that trip I accidentally found Words With Friends. I was searching for a dictionary I could use on my I Pad and It popped up on my google search and I pushed it. I down loaded the game and became addicted to it. I like the game because you can converse to people as you play. You talk in text format,chat. That game brought back found memories and slowly washed away a great deal of guilt as I began to remember the great times with Marian, my wife and the great friends I have. Like the group in the picture who never left me when my wife passed away. Always inviting me for weekend rides. Never asking me why I am quiet at some particular moment. Always glad to see me and helped me through a difficult time.

I wish to thank my friends, Gary and Debbie Shannon, Sam and Melody Baugh, Steve Merys, and Kim and Kathy Steiner. We all keep in touch with each other even though I live in Costa Rica, following a dream. They helped me through a long grieving process that takes years to lessen the pain of loss. Words With Friends helped to bring me joy and peace into my life. I develop new friends and bring back Grand memories.

I write constantly, I do not worry if my writing is great, only that it is enjoyed. I will never be a Hemingway, Fitzgerald, or Poe; I hope to be enjoyed and make my readers think and hopefully help along the way to peacefulness. For me peace is a way of enjoying life, unencumbered with guilt, fear, or resentment. Life is too short, open your heart for it is the gateway to your soul. Pura Vida.

Take a chance! Read one of my books; the bookstore is the link below:

✌️ Peace

Excerpt from, The Man With a Limp, coming out on December. My first novel, I hope

You will enjoy it, Thank you.

Lucky is a quiet man and does not speak about the war in Iraq; it was a terrible experience and he is working at forgetting his experience. Lucky enters the restaurant with Max. He goes to the counter and chooses an end sit and Max lays down beside him.

“Can I get you some coffee,? I ask.

“Hi Jack, a cup of coffee would be great.”

I turn around and get a cup of coffee, a menu, and hand it to Lucky.


He orders his usual breakfast,

“Joe’s Special’; garlic, hamburger, spinach mixed into scrambled eggs with Monterey Jack cheese over some spicy potatoes.”

Lucky is enjoying his breakfast;

“Youknow Jack, I love this breakfast. If I have bad breath, the garlic definitely mask it.”

Lucky laughs as I smile and thank him for coming in.

“Glad you enjoy the breakfast,” I say.

“Too early for the servers to come in Jack?”

“Yes, the next person comes in an hour,” I say.

I excuse myself and turn to talk to my cooks to plan our day. Fifteen minutes later I hear a ruckus. I see a transient laying on the ground and Lucky has his walking stick pressed on the man’s chest.

”Why did you kick my dog asshole?”

As Lucky pushes harder on his stick.

“He was growling at me!” The man bellows out.

“Of course, because you were acting menacingly towards me and he is taught to protect me at all times. If I let you up will you leave peacefully?”

“Yeah, let me up.”



OMG it’s Black Friday!

1AD22265-5F24-427E-B2F2-4BC5B3CACC56Good shoppers day to you all! Those of you that get sucked into the malls and the buyers frenzie that is Black Friday. I never could understand the need to wake at five in the morning to get to stand in line until the store opens. Many movies  🎥 where developed with this theme. I thought the Christmas movie with Arnold and Sinbad was hilarious about a forgetful Dad who waited to long to get his child a special doll and the terror that goes with shopping on this quality day. Did I say quality? 😲

People seem to go crazy on this Holiday week end. My friends Melody and Sam Baugh have the right Idea; rent a cabin in Lake Tahoe and enjoy life and pass on the holiday spending. What about the specials running 🏃‍♀️ on Amazon or Kindle? Buy a good book and have them send it to you. If you have kids, buy them a book instead of  a new phone they don’t need or a thousand dollar computer because their ten year old friend will get one. Throughout my childhood I can never remember getting a book for Christmas. Do not get me wrong, I had fabulous Gifts under the Christmas tree; a bicycle one year, a Chemistry set and a telescope a couple of years later. Now the bicycle lasted forever and it was well worth the money mom and dad spent. The telescope was fun but took a lot of research and being a lazy eleven year old it sat in the coroner. Besides no one wanted to stand out in the dark and watch the stars. Bonanza was on TV!

Maybe if I read more I would have gotten better grades and would be interested in learning. No one made me sit and read Gullivers Travels, Why bother? It was on Disney. My learner curve kicked in when I was twenty five and realized I needed some college education. College would go on forever, a good decision that would help me make more money.  I write for a living now and I will jump on the Black Friday Bandwagon! You can visit my bookstore at:


If you buy a hard cover or soft cover copy of one of my books; I will send you an e book of one of my books FREE! That is right FREE! Send me your Xlibris receipt to and I will send you the Timothy M Nugent ebook of your choice. P.s. Tell a friend, you will not be disappointed!  Excerpt from Short Stories By Timothy M Nugent below:

A visit to the beach
It was a cloudy day at County line beach. All the overnighters had bon firers and began to awaken after a night of drinking, smoking pot and love making. It was seven A.M., and I jumped into the cold ocean to body surf. The water was about fty- eight degrees and the goose bumps popped up all over my body. When the water is chili, you need to get in quickly. Otherwise, you may give up and walk away. I love the cold water. It makes your heart skip a beat or two and makes you feel alive.
I played in the water for an hour and swam towards the beach. I do not know why I noticed the man, but two hundred yards from the water I see a senior man asleep in a red vintage Mercedes convertible. Bright red, circa the nineteen forties, give or take a year. It was so prestige and elegant. I decided to be nosy and walk up to highway one. I dried myself off and went to the car. I approached from the back. He had silver colored hair and was meticulously dressed. A pinstriped suit with silver stripes and black material. A beautiful suit was wrinkled like it has slept in the last couple of days. He was unshaven quietly snoring way.
Suddenly he snapped upright. I accidentally stepped on an aluminum can and startled him.
He turned slightly and pointed a forty- five pistol at me. “Whoa!” as I took a step back. “I did not mean to startle you.” “At my age, you must be ready” he responded. “What the hell are you doing?” “I saw you from the water, and I thought you needed some help. I thought you were ill”. “I guess my curiosity got the better of me, I’m sorry.” With that, I turned to walk away. “Wait a minute! Have you had breakfast yet?” “No I haven’t” “Hop in, I know of a nice place down the road.” After a short drive, we stopped at The Paradise Cove, an outdoor diner for breakfast. It was seventy degrees, and the clouds had disappeared. We sat and had breakfast at a table on the sand and talked for hours. The time went quickly. He talked about his family. He was ninety- two years old and was retired. His family was overly protective of him. He told me he made millions from inventing computer parts in the late fifties. He said he spoiled his wife and kids and they try to run his life. To escape the smothering; he leaves them a note and disappears for a couple of days. The ocean curls over the sand and the sun tan my face as we listen to Beach Boy music.
Not once did he tell me his name. I found that a little strange. We had talked for hours before he felt comfortable enough to tell me his name. “Friends call me Junior. My father John was a war hero. In nineteen – eighteen he stormed a bunker and knocked out a couple of machine guns. The Germans were decimating his squad. He saw a minute opening and ran up and threw a pair of hand grenades. He was a hard man to follow. They gave him the Congressional Medal of Honor. He saved hundreds of people that day. My father became a college professor of chemistry and an inventor. He is why I was such a driven young man. He expected a lot from me”. “Was he proud of you?” I said. “Yes, he was the kindest man I ever met.” “He is gone now. Lived to be eighty-four years old. I miss him dearly”.
We left the restaurant, and he drove me to my car. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to visit again. He pulled a U-turn and went towards Malibu. His silver hair is glistening in the morning sun. I looked at my car. A red Oldsmobile convertible with white interior, a nineteen sixty-three, Dynamic eighty- eight. My parents let me drive the car on occasion. It will be the last time I drive “my car.” I will be heading to military service. I lost my school deferment. It is the Vietnam war and if you did not have a disability you were leading to war. I was sixty- nine in the draft and came from a middle-class family, so I was doomed. I was lucky. I scored high on my Air Force test. I was accepted, two weeks later I was off to Lackland Air Force Base. I would not make it through basic training. I was standing next to a fellow recruit, and he accidentally discharged his M sixteen on the ring line. He ruptured my ear drum, and there was blood all over the place. I would get a disability discharge. I lose the hearing in my right ear. No Vietnam for me. I was happy. I did not believe in the war and was glad to be home.
Three months had passed since I last saw Junior. I get a phone call on Saturday night. “Bill, what are you doing tomorrow?” “No plans Junior, what’s up?” “Can you meet me at Paradise Cove” “Sure, what time.” He asked me to meet him at eight A.M. I hang up the phone, and my Dad asked me who that was. I told him it was a friend of mine who told me to meet him in Malibu for breakfast. My Dad kept asking me questions but did not hear him. My bad ear was facing him, and he forgot I need to be facing him to hear him clearly. He gets upset with me. He remembers I need to be careful when I am talking to people.” Sorry Dad I was facing the wrong way”. He smiles at me and apologizes to me. He reminds me father’s make mistakes too. “I worry about you son.” “Ok Dad, I have a date with Kelly. See you later.” I was nineteen, footloose and fancy-free. I received a disability check for my injury in basic. Free medical for the rest of my life. I never figured  to be taken care of by my government. I received twenty- five thousand dollars for an education, part of the Gi bill. I put off my college for another six months. Dad did not like that. I was looking forward to seeing Junior.
Junior was visibly upset. He looked weathered, beaten. We sat at a table on the sand. He began to talk, and I listened carefully. We ordered some coffee, a breeze came up and blew the napkins off the table, blowing his hair. Junior grumbled about the wind and stood up for a second. Tears were in his eyes. My wife passed away two weeks ago. “Bill, I was with that woman for seventy years!” “What am I going to do?” It took all my strength not to cry. What a relationship he had. Every morning she got out of bed; making him coffee and homemade raisin toast. He lived close to work and came home for lunch. Most days he was not home until seven P.M. He worked long hours, six, seven days a week. She patiently waited for him and had dinner waiting for him. Just before he came home, she would take a shower and wash her hair. Put on a cute dress and a dash of perfume. She would wait for him to open the front door and rush to him. She would hug him and tell him how much she loved him. He would take off his jacket and hang it on the hallway hook and walk to his dining room chair. She would bring him his hot dinner and they would discuss their individual day.
“I am a lucky man, and I will miss her.” “My children want me to go to fancy old folks home, and they have been pressuring me. Both have run my business well since I retired ten years ago.” “I am not ready to hang it up yet” “I am ninety -two years old and still help them occasionally with the business. I come and go as I please and will not let them dictate my life.” Suddenly Junior stops and realizes something is different about me. “Why do you sit that way?” He asks. I explained my military experience the last three months and how I lost the hearing in my right ear. He was shocked and told me he was sorry for telling me his problems and not noticing mine. I said it is old news. “Did you ask an ear specialist about it?” No, I have not.” He began to explain that he did not trust Doctors and he would set up an appointment with an inventor friend of his. His friend is on the front edge of hearing devices. Junior was good for his word. In a few years, I would get an implant that helped me tremendously. The hearing became a way of life. It was getting late, and I needed to get home. Junior was going to stay in his car at the beach. It was his thing to do. I left for home and I head to San Fernando Valley; home is Canoga Park. I spend the afternoon with my mom and dad. We have dinner and watch our favorite shows: Bonanza, Wyatt Earp, and Have Gun will Travel. We went to bed early with the windows open. It is a cool night, and I should sleep comfortably. My phone rings, it is three A.M., “Mr. Justice, Mister Bill Justice.” “Yes, this is Bill Justice.”
“Do you know a John Chan from Seattle, Washington.” “Yes, I do.” “He killed a man tonight. It was self-defense.” “Can you pick him up?” I tell the Officer, yes, but I will be an hour. With a little hesitation, I wake my father to tell him what is going on. He insists on going with me. In ten minutes we are out the door. My dad wants a lot of answers I can not supply. Finally, Dad relaxes as we pull into the police station. I ask the cops desk Sargent,” where is John Chan?” He tells us to take a seat, goes and gets the lieutenant. Lt. Mike sits with us and explains what happened. “Junior was attacked at his car. The assailant had a knife, reach over to grab John and John shot him between the eyes. For an old man, he is a hell of a shot.”
The officer was explaining, Mister Chan has a single concealed weapons permit. Apparently, he is a remarkable man.” “He is a lucky man. Does he always camp out in his car?” I explain to the officer Juniors behavior. He smiles and walks away. As he leaves, he yells back; “Tell him to get a room!” Junior walks out from the interrogation room and notices me sitting down.He smiles as I introduce my Dad. My Dad smiles and says “Hi Junior! Long time no sees.” I can not believe my ears.
In World War 2 my father was in the Construction Battalion, he met this senior man who was sixty-nine years old. He invented the radio that produced a code that couldn’t be solved. My Dad helped supervise the building of the compound that produced the radio for the government. It would change the course of the war. It was a native Indian code translator. Another group of men developed a computer that changed how to break codes, but Junior did the Indian software. It was a great accomplishment and the beginning of new business for Junior.
Junior and Dad talked for hours. We went to Denny’s and had breakfast. I felt like the odd man out. I listened to their military stories. Junior talked about his children and wife. How he and his dad built a prolific inventors business. Dad and Junior rekindled an old friendship that disappeared after the war. My Dad has fallen on bad times. At a young age, his health had deteriorated to the point where he could not work anymore.He was a paint manufacturing superintendent. The caustic materials ate away at his nerves making it difficult to walk and concentrate. He was bedridden for three months and only recently has been able to function properly. He was told to change careers, out of manufacturing varnishes. Junior listened intently, “why don’t you come work for me?” “I thought you were retired?” Dad replies. “I have another business, with your experience, I know you would be a big help.” My Dad is visibly excited. You can see a difference in his face. They make plans to get together before Junior heads out of town.
We finish  with some small talk and leave for home. My Dad would not stop talking all the way home. Once we were home, he continued with mom.
Mom looked up and smiled at Dad and said: “let’s hope for the best.” Junior would follow through with what he said. In the coming months, Dad would fly to Seattle and have a meeting with Junior and his new business partner. They signed him up for a technology school in computers.Junior knew Dad was good with his hands. He never graduated from high school so Junior made him get his GED. Six months later Dad was a high school graduate. He would work and go to school. He enjoyed the positive atmosphere he was surrounded with and blossomed. Mom loved the move. I think it was the change in Dad that prompted Mom to go back to school. Now she teaches kindergarten. She loves little children. All her children live productive lives. It is amazing what has happened in less than a year. I took over Mom and Dad’s rental in Canoga Park. Junior told me to go back to school. I decided to go to a computer school. I want to learn the business inside out. Junior gave me incentive. He told me to pay for the technology school, and he would help me with the next two years then my Masters of Science Degree. How could I say no! At the end of nineteen seventy -three I graduated from Northridge college and went to work for Junior. Junior was ninety-seven years old. He was completely retired and not doing very much traveling. He had turned over the company to my Dad. There were no partners, and my Dad was enjoying the fruit Junior gave him. He never disappointed remembering the generosity of his friend. I worked with my Dad. Junior always reminded us to stay up with technology. Two new companies sprang up: Microsoft and Apple. We embraced the competition. We kept up with military contracts which were the core of our business. We were never alone, we always had Junior visiting us. Junior’s family become our friends. It could not help but happen. We are with Junior’s Family.It is Saturday morning and there is No business today. Mom, Dad and I went to a bbq at Junior’s son’s house. His son’s name is Tom. A nice young man with a couple of kids and a beautiful wife. She is a lawyer who works at Junior’s firm. She is a talented lady who doubles as an accountant. She is the company Controller. A very dominant position in business. His sister Paula, a single business woman who has devoted her young life to books and publishing.
Slowly she begins to walk over towards me, and we start up a casual conversation. Her father is attentively watching his daughter. I glance quickly over to Junior. He smiles back at me, and a sense of relief comes as I sigh. Paula says, “what was that sigh for?” “Just relief, I was hoping you would slide on over to me.” “Are you seeing anyone?”
She smiles and kisses me on the cheek. “You saw Daddy watching us, and he smiled, didn’t he? I laugh a loud laugh making her giggle.” Yep!” “I believe you have your Father’s instinct.” “Yep and do not forget it!” With that, we laugh, and I suggest I introduce her to my Dad. The BBQ last through the night. Everyone begins to leave,Mom and Dad left early. Junior stayed overnight at his son’s house, and Paula and I leave in separate cars. I arrive home, open the front door and my cell phone rings. It is Paula. She is sitting outside my house hinting to come inside. “It is cold out here. How about a nice night cap?” I tell her the door is open come on in. She opens the door. Takes two steps and drops her coat to the floor. Showing her beautiful naked body, leaving the door wide open. I rush to her, give her a kiss and kick the door closed with my foot. I carry her to the bedroom and gently set her on the bed. I look down at her and tell her she is beautiful. “Do you always do this on a firstdate?” “No, but this is not the first date?” I take off my clothes and crawl into bed next to her. We make passionate love throughout the night. Paula would stay through the weekend. We would talk and eat. She is an excellent cook and passionate women. Paula, I will not let get away. Sunday night Paula would head home promising to see me again. She would keep her promise. A year later we would be married. We would begin a great life together.
Life has been great. Our company is going strong, and Paula, and I had our first child. Grandpa Junior dotes over little Johnnie. He is happy we named the first born after him. Junior always kids and says we have someone to leave his legacy. Junior still skips town for his road trips. He’s gone, a note on our door saying he was heading to Malibu. Little did he know we were heading there to a friends house on the beach.
He is a favorite author that Paula helps manage. It is a business vacation trip to begin his book tour. We are driving down Highway one heading to the author’s house. In the distance, I spot a Mercedes Convertable. Bright red, a vintage forties car. I slow down and pull behind the car. I get out and look into the car. His silver hair glistens in the bright sunlight. He is wearing a black suit with silver pinstripes. Junior has a smile on his face. Junior has finished his travels. In his shirt pocket is his registration signed with a note. Thank you for your friendship. Enjoy my Mercedes and live life your way. Take good care of my family. All my love, Junior.

I hope you like this short story! Timothy M Nugent





Happy Thanksgiving Anyone?

1385F86F-289E-4B04-97D1-D68C9C3796F1I love this picture of my family although the picture is not a great picture. The lighting is incorrect, the faces fuzzy, yet it shows a happy family. I know it is Thanksgiving day tomorrow  and I am showing a Christmas photo, but I could not help myself. I will be alone on Thanksgiving Day, my girlfriend Corina is with her family in the United States. Her mother had several strokes and she needed to be with Mom on their favorite holiday. She comes from a family of nine children so you can imagine what Thanksgiving Day is like.

Like all families, Thanksgiving is a celebration  of Thanks in our family. Although the family has been fractured by disagreements and the inability to show forgiveness; I wish to remember them as a loving , giving family. The smiles on their faces showing the closeness they have. Like many families they went through hardships like death, surgeries, loneliness and found ways to be happy. I am Thankful to have my family, Mom,Dad and two brothers are gone but my three sisters are alive and prospering. I wish to thank them and keep them in my prayers. This is my favorite holiday because it reminds me I have a lot to be thankful for. I may not have my family with me this year on Thanksgiving Day, but I have the memories of my living family: Pam, Debbie, Candy, and their children Allison, Adam, Lindsay, Kelly and their children, Iliana,Morgan,Myles, Madeline, and Patrick. I am grateful for my extended family, Greg, Joshua, Kathy and Kathy, my in laws who I am very thankful to have in my life.

I wish my friends a Happy Thanksgiving and hope everyone has a great day.

Pura Vida


A Thousand Kisses

I have a thousand kisses only for you
That line came from a scripted cue
From a rough lonely cowboy
Whom finally found life’s joy

A movie with a tough realization
Love has expectations
A thousand kisses for everyday
Tenderness willingly paid

This realism I find true
I have a thousand kisses for you
Not a few as many do
A thousand you can use

Make up kisses along the way
When arguments seem to sway
Kisses for kissing sake
Kisses to make you awake

Kisses to wipe away tears
Kisses to remind you of our wonderful years
Kisses of love and gratitude
Kisses only for you


Watch out! Here I come!

BDB9074F-447A-4417-8E65-8FD8A1915566I am at that age  I refuse to say I am too old to do this or that. I do not know how to build a house of any kind, but I am a great listener and wish to give a hand. I seem to fall over easily like a Large Polar Bear rolling on a snow bank. There was a fifteen foot deep ditch on the right, at the retaining wall. I had fifteen dump truck loads of black dirt brought in to level off the property for the main house. I was helping, shoveling dirt into the ditch, as the ground gave in and I rolled into the ditch. A scab on my elbow and knee; the last thing I heard was my contractor saying, Oh Jees! And to workers running to see if I was still I live. I scared Eduardo half to death as the men helped me up and out of the ditch.

The men rub the fine black dirt off my body and carefully sat me on a plastic buckle to help me gain composure. I was the only one laughing. Does this sound like you or Am I alone with this trait? I will head toward the edge of the retaining wall and all eyes are on me as Eduardo says,

“Be careful! I want you to pay me this week,” We both laugh about my misadventure.

It is amazing to watch these people work: This week it has rained and rained, but it does not stop these men from working. I helped lay concrete forms for the cabina in the rain. The forms are for the concrete roof and we never stopped. I would hold ladders, hand them boards and watch them as the carefully pounded nails. We finished the forms in two days and yesterday poured the concrete in buckets and into the forms. No rain yesterday, but it was cloudy, I managed to get sunburned, of course.

The building has been produced by two or three workers. Yesterday we had five workers and they worked like a good oiled machine. I took them out for pizza and a couple of beers to thank them for their hard work. I always show them appreciation in the quality of their work. I work at having a positive time with the workers. It took me two weeks to recover from my fall. It is nice to see the men watching out for the older guy. No more work for two weeks, I need to refurbish the funds as my retirement check comes in and I can start the construction again. Let’s see if I can be useful and not a deterrent to this hard workers. My contractor is very patient and listens to all my questions,  which come frequently.

Everyday I ask the men to show me their best work; they smile as Eduardo tells me of course we will have it no other way. At the end of the project I told the men they are going to sign their names on the outside wall of my house :

Hecho por (made by), they just smiled. Pura Vida!


“The Rains of Lake Arenal
I came to see the beauty of the lake
The Rain Forrest,the Volcano ash shake
The birds,flowers and the snakes
Hopefully a thousand pictures to take

Most rain in early afternoon
Forty mile an hour winds swoon
Trees bending to horizontal
Birds gliding nonsensical

Tin roofs clambering so loud
The force of the rain just pounds pounds
No voices can be heard
You lay quiet and watch the birds

The rain comes east to west
Never giving you time to rest
Too loud for you to sleep
You have no time clock to keep”

“The Lightning brightens the sky
Almost paralyzingly your eyes
Thunder claps the air
You take a deep breath

Hoping nature has more to spare
You count the seconds from the lighting glare
To the thunderous claps of the fresh air
Six seconds: six miles away
The storm is leaving moving away
Instead of black the sky turns gray
Sensing showers are on the way
No more wind,no more rain
Just another Lake Arenal rainy day”

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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What do you mean? I can’t do this!

What do you mean? You can’t do this!  It almost seems like it is one question unanswered and a demand that you have no control over what you want to learn or do. Did this happen to you as you grew up? I remember growing up I wanted to join the school band. I wanted to play a clarinet. Being from a large family money was tight and had to be carefully managed. Instead of saying we do not have the money to buy you a  clarinet; I was told I could not learn to play the instrument, I was a lazy little boy who would practice for a while and it would sit in the corner of my room and collect dust. Makes you wonder why I was not an exceptional student. Maybe because the seed of failure was deeply entrenched in my hurt ego. Until I found I had a good aptitude for sports did my confidence become better.

In high school I was failing Biology. I hated Biology, the book, the teacher, everything about the course bored me. As a freshman I made the varsity baseball team and my father made me quit because of my bad grade in biology. “Why can’t you get a passing grade in Biology? “ My father ask me and I told him it bored me. He did not like my answer calling me a wise ass young man. He tells me to tell the coach I can not play baseball because of my bad grades. I avoided the coach for three weeks until he cornered me in the gym. He told me my Father was correct and I need to get good grades in school to play sports. He made me duck walk the perimeter of the gym until I promised to get better grades. An hour later he comes back and hands me my biology book and tells me to make an effort to study. If you study the way you work at sports; you would be an A 👨‍🎓.

My grades became better because it was a means to play sports which was a vehicle to rid me of anxieties from my family life. Soon family life would effect everything and sports began to fade in importance. When family members become seriously ill life changes. Confidence erodes when there is no moral support. Has this ever happened to you where you work so hard to accomplish something and it does not seem to be enough to weather the storm? Life back then was an emotional battlefield, yet I weathered a difficult time and was better for it. I learned if it is going to be ; it was up to me. How come the old cliches seem to be correct?

I was lucky to find a strong loving woman who stuck with me when things became difficult. She made it possible for me to move on when she died after forty-two years of a relationship. I found new adventures and moved to Costa Rica as my family told me I couldn’t do it. How will you survive? Survive I did and prospered along the way. Two years later I am building a home and finishing my second novel. I was told I did not know how to write, but I wrote any way. Good or bad, it is my efforts in print I am proud of; with twelve published books to my credit, I feel great about that accomplishment.

What do I Mean? Naysayers beware, we can accomplish anything if we put our passion into it. Pura Vida! Press the link below for the book store:


Excerpt from the Man With A Limp.

Lucky calls the FBI and Phil answers;
“We decoded the message, and the bomb will be on a shelf in a Fish Restaurant.Three restaurants in the Gaslight District serve only fish. My people are on their way to all three.”
“You are fast, we will go to the one I think he will have the bomb,” says Lucky.
“I believe it is the one near the ship museum with the most tourist. It is the largest of the three,” Lucky explains.
We get to Captain Cod’s Restaurant, and Lucky releases Max to find the bomb. Another dog Caesar is busy at work. Max is in the building only a minute and smells a box above a booth. It is on a shelf.
“Something is not right. That is too obvious,”
“You are right Lucky,”


The Rains of October.

03920F97-EB18-4746-8C5B-CD9C56433786.jpegYou people in the cold North East; Do you get tired of the snow? In California’s Northern Cities do you get tired of the rain? I remember my service days when I was stationed in Requa , California, high up a mountain cliff, a radar station overlooking the Pacific Ocean as an auto mechanic. I lived through one hundred and five inches of rain, I swear I was growing mushrooms on my skin! I could not wait for the rain to stop. I live in Aguacate, Costa Rica now and love it, but in two thousand and fifteen, I believe we hit the two hundred inch mark of rain. I do not complain about the rain; I walk in the rain and thank God for the beauty rain creates.

This October, we had a considerable amount of rain and I wrote quite a bit. So much writing I got tired of sitting on furniture. You ever get tired of sitting? I wrote so much it made me tired. I love to write!  Today was a beautiful day, but the day before it rained forever. The lightning lit the dark sky and the thunder shook the house.  It amazes me the amount of rain produced by this storm. The river was overflowing with rain water. One of my friends went to Tilaran and could not get back to Aguacate. He had to stay at a hotel in Tilaran because the road was closed. Seven mudslides from Aguacate to Tiliran, but the next day he made it back to Aguacate. As he described the road on the way home his eyes would widen. Stacks of mud and debris four feet high in seven different areas of the road. I wrote away at my casa and did not venture out. Two or three days later I went to Tilaran enjoying a clear beautiful day.

Do You ever confront a storm or do you wait it out? I am almost finished the manuscript for my follow up novel of the Man with a limp. It is called the Chameleon Returns. A few more chapters to correct and I will send it to Litfire Publishing. My first novel is in the printing stage and should be out soon. I hope you have a chance to read my first novel. Critics are welcome! Until then, Pura Vida!

The Chameleon

Excerpt from “ The Man With a Limp

The restaurant is full and a young man with a backback sits in the middle of the restaurant. He is a college age boy, blonde hair and blue eyes and dressed expensively. He puts his backpack on the floor and goes to use the restroom. He is gone several minutes and I call Lucky. Max comes charging through the door as Lucky follows. Max stops in the middle of the room and sniffs. Suddenly he turns away and charges over a table and attacks a man and knocks him to the floor. The Man pulls out a detonator and Max bites his hand so hard he twist off two fingers and the man was unable to push the button. Lucky rushes over to grab the detonator from the man. It is a wireless remote. On the mans body under his baggy shirt is a vest of C4. It would have killed hundreds of people. The young man comes out of the restroom and three agents grab his arms and frisk him. Another detonator, the agents handcuff him and find C4 in his backpack. The Agents take him to a special building set up specifically to interrogate any terrorist at the event. The word is instantly sent out to look for pairs of individuals working in tandem. Lucky tells his people it only takes one explosion to cause enough distraction to set off several more bombs. Lucky receives a call on the beach. Another bomb is found in a trash can . It has a timer set to go off in four minutes. Lucky grabs a bomb box hooked up to an off road vehicle and rides to the trash can. A minute and a half left on the timer. He looks at the timer, lifts the trash can and puts it in the box and locks it quickly as the bomb explodes bouncing the box up in the air, ten feet up and back to the ground. People scatter from the vicinity;Lucky talks to the command post and ask if they see any one leaving the bomb that just exploded. The boss sends him a picture of a young man with a backpack wearing sunglasses, a Giants baseball hat, yellow Hawaiian t-shirt and black shorts with Monarch butterflies on the shorts. Lucky puts out a search for the Boy. ABC anchor Tom Malloy sees the boy in the middle of the crowd, and notifies command. Things are happening quickly. Lucky notifies the sniper on my restaurant to look for the person in the middle of the crowd and shoot him dead if he pulls out the detonator. The sniper finds the boy and watches him look up in the sky as if he was praying. A fire rings out and the boy drops like a pile of washed linen. He had his hand in his pocket. A young girl, standing next to him has blood splattered on her face and bikinied body. She stands stiff and frozen like a little Barbi doll, frightened, tears rolling down her checks. Her eyes frozen in time, unable to comprehend what just happened. Lucky runs up to her; a towel in hand her softly ask her how she is as he gently wipes the blood from her face. She collapses into his arms as he holds her tight and listens to her sobs: ” what is happening here? She ask. Lucky calms her down and gives her to a medic. An agent finds the detonator and the boy wrapped in a vest of C4. “what is with these young boys becoming terrorist? Where are they getting C4?” Ask Lucky. The agent does not respond, he has no answer for Lucky.