There is something about a sunrise that makes me think of the wonders of Faith. In San Luis, Costa Rica it is the most celebrated religious event of the year. Shops, restaurants government shuts down for the week starting on Good Friday. I think of the resurrection of Jesus Christ, Did the skies look like this morning as he rose from the cave?
Tico’s like to celebrate their religion and fill the churches on this special religious week. The Government has issued a severe punishment for any group meetings and ordered everyone locked down to curb the chances of the Coronavirus. It will be a tough week for the churches.
I have been locked down for over a month. I must admit it has not been difficult for me. I lock the gate and allow no one to enter. Corina was gone for three weeks in the states and came back early. The situation in Las Vegas was driving her crazy 😝 so she bought a ticket for an early departure. Luckily her decision was correct because the airports in Costa Rica were closed down. Only five passengers on her flight to Costa Rica, but United Airlines has a full plane leaving the country.
Corina and I live comfortably in San Luis; Away from the hate and drama of the states. How the papers reved up the country With panic and hate is amazing. I wonder if Hitler did the same thing with the German population as they exterminated the Jews? I always thought the American people had the ability to cipher between the garbage and the truth, but with the hatred toward the President I have my doubts. I do not like the blind allegiance to a party that is obviously lying and causing panic. People make generalization about the President being a liar,a crook, but never say what he actually is accused of doing.
He made a suggestion for a cure a few weeks ago for the virus and everyone boo hoo him calling him an Idiot in the first degree, but guess what? His cure idea is working and saving lives! Whose the Idiot now America? What ever happened to the proof of the pudding makes the dessert? Where is the faith by the people in a man who works for nothing as Senators and Representatives makes millions of dollars in the process of doing their jobs or better yet, not doing their jobs!
States complain that the President did not react quickly enough, but in reality the states ignored prime directives from the President and are now suffering the consequences of their action and yet like to blame the government for their woes.
I sit comfortably in a small cabin overlooking a pristine lake in San Luis, Costa Rica praying for my country and hoping the population can understand the man in charge. He is forced to to using his own app Trending Politics because the liberal press refuses to show the American people what he is trying to accomplish. Now the major stations are refusing to air his daily Coronavirus conference.What happened to freedom of speech? It is only available to the press and congress to push their negativity about our President and the country? Wake up America! Why cannot you see the blatant lies that you are being told. Do you really want a socialistic nation? George, Abe, Tom, and Teddy are rolling in their graves!
No advertising of my books this week. I want the people to look at what is happening in The United States. Open your eyes and hearts and see what is good that is being done and ask yourself who is doing all the work in our country. In my eyes 👀, it is not Congress unless the Congress can benefit and make money for themselves. Who is working for America. Decide now because United we stand divided we fall. Just ask the Romans. Pura Vida!
Summer is an uplifting season. The canons are beautiful and the green scent is in the air. Spring is beginning in most of the country of the USA, but in Costa Rica it is Verano, Summer, where it rains less and you have more sun. It helps when writing has suddenly been scarcse. With the advent of the Corona virus 🦠 and the panic created by political parties and the lockdown of people in their homes,it is a wonder a person can write anything.
My fear Is I write a boring book or rehash an old subject. I like spontaneity and fun in writing. I like to cry in an episode I feel for the characters. Do you write with emotion? I like to write about military hero’s; those brave men and women who come home from a terrible place and thrive with a new scents of emotional freedom. They take a deep breath and smell freedom in their nostrils of life and thank God they can hug Mom, Dad, Brother or Sister.
Some stay hero’s In a new line of work; Maybe a detective, fireman, or a great individual who helps those in need. I like hero’s with character and emotion. Don’t you? Sometimes I get stuck in the same story line of previous adventures and find it difficult to adjust my themes. Right now I am struggling with my hero the Captain. I need to separate this individual and not confuse him with Lucky, The Man With a Limp or the transitional Chameleon, Charlie in the books The Chameleon Returns and Charlie. These three books or connected to the family of protectors against evil.
How about you my fellow writers, does this happen to you? My writing time has been selective lately. Coming off a serious home accident; I found the pain kept me from concentrating and my writing has been sporadic. No it is full speed ahead as I work to complete my novel the Captain. I hope everyone is well at this time of upheaval and sickness. It is hard for me to fathom the evil that was perpetrated in spreading this virus by accident or on purpose. I hope the world can come together to make sure this man-made virus never happens again. I pray for everyone! Pura Vida!
CHAPTER 4 The Gaslight District Our conference dinner ends late, and we head to the hotel. A plan for surveillance is in motion, cameras and breaker box inspections for intrusion devices. Hopefully, we can get a goodnights rest. We met Carla discreetly at the Hilton bar, as a tourist in beautiful San Diego. We buy her a drink and discussed things to do in San Diego and called it a night. Back at the room, Lucky says, “Carla is a beautiful woman. She is our eyes as we work at finding Retribution. She will follow us as we search for the bomb. How does a beautiful woman stay hidden?” Ask Lucky. “So you think she is beautiful?” “Yeah, and smart to boot!” Jack says, “Keep your mind on the prize! It is midnight, and five in the morning comes quickly.” The alarm goes off, and Lucky is on the computer. The city is on high alert. The newspapers have been great keeping the activities in a small profile. How long this will last is anyone’s guess. Lucky checks the Cryer for the next message and true to form it is another cipher. Retribution is here: Today is my evolution. This old blowhard lost offensive words under pressure. Too ordinary people can’t answer now. Only nifty
times have enough surplus, healthy effort lasting vary estimably. Jibber jabber eats some fish. “What a bunch of noise! What is that? Does it make any sense? I think he is laughing at us.” A frustrated Lucky retorts. “Lucky, was he drunk when he sent this mess? What time is the bomb going off? There is no indication at all.” Frustrated Lucky walks away from the computer. Ring! Ring! Lucky’s phone is ringing, and he runs to his bed stand. “Good Morning! Lunch is at noon,” The phone hangs up. “It will go off at noon; we have five hours to figure it out.” 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,” Lucky sends Max into the back, and Jack is following him as Lucky has the bomb squad check the box. Jack and Max head to the kitchen. Max is going crazy. He smells a multitude of boxes that may have bombs. Jack calls for Lucky. Lucky brings in Caesar, and extra bomb squad people and they go to work. Two hours later they have not found the bomb. All the bombs were fakes with C4 residue in the boxes. “We only have an hour left to locate the bomb. Where is it?” Lucky calls Phil and ask him about the message. Quickly they
discuss the significance of each word and come up with the old blowhard.
“Is there an old sailor in the building?” Lucky ask.
No one has an answer as Lucky turns around, and Jack says, “There is Captain Cod at the front door.”
We run outside, and Max sniffs the statue, nothing. Lucky kneels
down and sees a door with four screws. He calls over the bomb person and steps back. On the inside of the door, Retribution stuck horses dung. The dogs only smelled the horse manure, not the bomb. The Captain has his hand raised high with a harpoon, and his shirt cuff is flat like a shelf with a receiver on it. The bomb man reaches up and disconnects the receiver. Lucky kneels down and removes the horse dung and sees a bomb and removes the wires to the igniter.
“This bomb would have been devastating,” as Lucky’s phone rings;
“Damn you are good, my friend! “
“You are not my friend!” Lucky snaps back,
“Awful nasty considering I could have blown you up with another
phone call. I am having so much fun; I have to do it one more day.” With that, he changes the rules and says,
”Tomorrow I will tell you where the bomb is,” and hangs up.
Hello America! Wake up! Where is your solidarity? Kindness? Patience? I am fed up with the political scene in America. You have a Presidential candidate that is on the verge of senility. He forgets where he is half the time. Is it the Democratic Party’s Idea to get him a running mate who can replace him as President when his illness kicks in? The other is a devote communists wanting to change our democratic values as he spouts the greatness of Castro and other communist leaders. The newspapers leave out any pertinent information by the standing President and does not let the President show the people what he has accomplished in the last three years. The Papers only spew out hate and internal deception.
Are people so wrapped up into getting the government to give away our freedoms that they forget nothing is free? Someday you must pay the piper. Lives were lost to give our children freedom, but the socialist want to enlarge the poor population and become rich off the people. First the state borders are closed to travelers, then the national borders are closed. A virus is sent out throughout the world and a pandemic is reached.
It sounds like a Jack Ryan episode. You use messenger for information and send it out to friends. It looks real, but you do not investigate it. Your friend does and goes out of the way to show you how stupid you are and advertises it on your FB page. Why is one up-manshhip so important in society? Look at me I am smarter than you!
Yet they blindly follow their party into socialism, communism, and a break away from Democracy. I am at a loss here. Why cannot people discern right and wrong? When representatives lie in front of the cameras why cannot the people see this? Congressman have made millions of dollars while representing the people. The President loss millions using his money to help the country. He has not taken a dime in salary. Let’s see, Congressman makes millions of dollars while in office, and the President has not taken a dime. Hmmmm!
I am angry today because I thought the American people could understand the impossible predicament the President has been up against. Is he egotistical? Yes, because no one will listen and he comes off as a rich arrogant frustrated leader as he claims to do what no other president did before; defend and protect the American people from the socialistic bombardment of a new socialistic party bent on destroying democracy as we know it to be. Wake up!
No one wants to stop the onslaught of Immigration; Only the illegal entry to our country that is causing millions of dollars to be spent. No other country allows the immigration of illegal residence. In Costa Rica your passport is good for ninety days. You must leave the country or be banned for ten years if you are caught being an illegal resident. Why is the President being crucified for protecting our borders from dissidents, criminals, and those who wish to do us harm. Go through our border gates for asylum, and follow our laws. Do not ask us to change our religion, our way of life for your way of life. This is America, not Iran, Syria, Iraq; If you wish to practice your faith be our guest. Do not ask our schools to placate to your Choices. If you do not like our country you have a choice,leave.
In California the Mayor of San Francisco passed legislation for homeless to steal up to nine hundred dollars and go unpunished. In essence he is causing anarchy and chaos in his state. The Governor has the temerity to say he wants a new American flag to take eleven stars off the flag to punish states that do not go along with his way of thinking. Go figure!
Are these news scripts fake news from the liberal newspapers or truth? You tell me what is true. Look at what is happening now in our country and look at all aspects of the news. I am an American living in a foreign country and read liberal and conservative news. Sorry democrats, you are being delivered a Bill of goods that cannot be repaid. You have the wrong candidates for President of the United States. You may not like the personality that is in charge, but He is doing his best to help our country with no personal gain for himself. Can your candidates say the same? Pura Vida!
Can’t You See Me? “I live on the street poor and broke Once I was an important bloke Alcohol and drugs did me in Lost my job, my wife and my kids Ran away as the divorce began Did not want anyone to know my plans I drank to forget the pain The betrayals I sustained Hid from family and friends Jack Daniels was my choice for a friend I began to rob and steal Life became surreal Confused inebriation Conflicting exaltation Blackout induced peace Was my only release”
“I stand on the corner asking for a dime
Begging for spare change so I can dine
My friends are my corner pals
Begging’s an art even for gals
We share our corner so we all survive
Chase off new beggars too stay alive
It is a war of attrition
A daily situation
I am here, can’t you see me?”
Timothy M. Nugent: A Collection of Poems
Timothy M. Nugent
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I thank God I married a woman smarter than me! She helped me live the life I live today; poet, novelist, short story writer living in a beautiful country that allows my affordable existence, San Luis, Costa Rica. Just five years ago I was paying thirteen hundred dollars A month to live in California. Today I can live comfortably on two thousand dollars a month and pay no mortgage; I pay for utilities and food, once a year corporation and property tax, plus one hundred dollars for health insurance. I am a lucky man.
My wife Marian passed away in September of two thousand and eight. She was smart and worked for her pension and helped me establish my new life. I was lost for sometime. It is easy to loose yourself when your mate of forty- two years leaves you suddenly.
I met Corina my Girlfriend for the past ten years and life became worth living. We traveled the USA together on my full dress Harley as I wrote my poetry. I have written eleven poetry books that are published with Xlibris self publishing company.My first four was my lamentations of my wife and lover. She is my writing inspirations and the finest person I have ever known. She had great patience with her impetuous husband who drank too much, worked too much, and slept too little in his youth.
Luckily late in our life together I woke up to the fact that I was wasting my life with my partner. We began going on vacation and enjoying each other. She died much too young and I cannot help to think God was giving me my purgatory on earth for not being a better man for my wife. I stride every day to live up to her legacy. To live life the way she did; honest, patient, compassionate and giving. Marian was donating to some twenty charities when she passed away.
I am working on my fourth novel corrections and hope to send out to the publisher next month. Brooks McLaughlin is the original Chameleon. I love to write and do so every day as I am into my seventh chapter of the Captain. I do not know why I write about war hero’s after they leave the service. Maybe because we treat our hero’s poorly. I like hero’s who help solve crimes and protect people’s. I have been working on a story of my place of youth. I cannot seem to connect the dots to my early childhood. I will continue to ponder those thoughts.
It is a beautiful morning in San Luis, Costa Rica. This time of year the sunrises over Volcán Arenal. The skies are an orange-reddish tint and the weather cool and breezy. I walk the concrete sidewalks down to the extended garden. LaLa and LuLu our happy go-Lucky dogs 🐶 charging forward searching for critters. I whistle the dogs out of the garden of green beans and red beans. They are obedient dogs who wag their tails as they charge back up to me.
We walk behind the pergola to the newly planted flowers. The dogs do not walk though the planters which surprises me. I tell them they are good doggies as we follow the dirt path to the pergola walkway. We climb many hills on our little walk which gives us plenty of exercise. The sun feels good on my face as we continue our inspection of plants hoping the leaf eater ants have been halted for awhile. Grasshoppers have invaded the property and makes diligence a must. We have put hours into our gardens in the last two years and we are proud of our accomplishment.
Another great day in San Luis! I hope you have a great day! Read a good book. Excerpt to follow:
Blind what is it that blinds us from doing the right thing? Is it fear of the size of the sting? Or is it easier to have a blind ear? or lack of courage in time of fear
do the right thing and open your eyes and ears find the one who gives your courage to fight the fears make life a better place make people join the human race
it is easy to run and hide hard not to stay blind
Friends When you have money there are lots of friends The doers; the shakers you loose in the end The bar hoppers and drinkers love your bucks When you lose your wife you get stuck No one calls to ask how your doing only the ones you had chosen Your best friend is always there Your family are the ones who care Soon they drop off the planet Life’s to busy to take for granted Everyone means well and gives you advice
But when you are alone; your alone at night When your the man you cry in private You yell for your wife there is no denying it You loved her with all your heart you say you were to young to depart I remember your love your caring ways I know I am not alone I know there is someone who has love to show Give me a sign so i will know I love you my friend my wife
I do not remember the month of February having a heavy rainfall as we have had in San Luis this year. This is supposed to be Verano,Summertime. The winds and rain were hard for the first two weeks and suddenly the weather burst into morning beauty. The volcano reappeared as if David Copperfield made it disappear in one of his acts. The sun slowly rises out of the mountain, the sky is bright, vivid orange ten minutes ago making, a beautiful Costa Rican sky. I bet Hawaii is having this vision this morning. Construction on our property stopped for a couple of weeks and began again. We are waiting for them to arrive and finish the extension of the roof of our cabina.
My blog stopped for a week because I had a terrible fall. Two Saturdays ago I was watering the newly laid concrete slab and fell backwards onto the concrete roof. I think I tripped hitting my heel on a three inch rebar post. As I fell, a fifty mile an hour wind gust blew me to the concrete. At least I think that is what occurred because I do not remember the fall. The last thing I remember is Corina screaming my name as I wake up from unconsciousness.
Corina thought I was dead. Accidents occur once in a while and I seem to avoid getting seriously injured, but this time I received an ambulance ride to the Liberia Hospital for X-rays. Tilarán clinic put eleven stitches in my noggin, the not so gentle nurse cleaned my cut and poured alcohol on the torn flesh and I nearly jumped out of my seat. Boy did that sting! I spent the day at the hospital with Corina and my ever present contractor Eduardo. He is a gem of a friend who was in contact with us all week. I had dizzy spells every time I tried to move around. I was jailed to my lazy boy style chair all week. Sleeping was impossible as the pain medicine could do just so much. A couple of hours and naps during the day kept me alert.
It was impossible to write because the Inspirations were sparse and the mind slow. It took a full five days to slowly be released from dizziness. Although I am careful not to make sudden movement so the skies do not feel like a tornado scene from the Wizard of Oz. Slowly my days are clear again; It helps the weather is magnificent once more and the gray rain clouds have disappeared.
Growing old is a new perspective for me. My mind is vibrant as a thirty year old which forgets it is almost seventy-one years old. The body cannot do the experiences it once did. No more long motorcycle rides( which I miss) or the hard exercise I once loved. The body’s bones ache too much and take the fun out of activities. I measure the amount of work I do So there is little medicine to soften the pain.
When we constructed our gardens we made paths to walk around to till our garden. An array of colored flowers 🌺 and bushes that gives more color. We constructed a pergola (which we love) with cacti 🌵, orchids, red, green, purple,yellow, as many different colors as we could find to make our paradise even more beautiful. Fighting Mother Nature’s heavy winds in January and February, trying to save our plants is a real challenge. Although the leaf eating ants invade the property as the rain lets up. They are a primary concern as I invade the empty fields of tall grass to kill the nests of ants. Sometimes a hundred yards away from the property which makes cutting down the fields arduous. Sometimes I imagine I am Indiana Jones looking for a gold statue to keep the energy flowing.
I love our property Corina and I have built. I miss America and family, but the serenity and peace of mind in the San Luis area will help me to exercise and keep young. I love to write and I am glad my energy has returned. I believe it is important to always be energetic and happy 😃. Always think the best thoughts and fight off the the ugly thoughts. Work with the old body and understand your limitation. Do not go up the mountain with fifty mile an hour gust of wind,Duh! Early to bed, early to rise, makes an old man healthy and wise. Good habits of moderation of food and drink keeps the body young. I once read, you will live as far as you can walk. I continue my daily exercise of walking and gardening in the early morning and relax in the afternoon. Have a good life and thank you for listening to me wandering. Until then, PURA Vida!
The heart is the gateway to the soul. Water it with love and the darkness will fall away.
Lucky is proud of the new school he built on the airstrip. He wishes to have one hundred students at the school. The parents will run the school with CJ’s guidance. CJ couldn’t make up his mind about college. First, he wanted to do police work, then it was a lawyer; he went back to school at Stanford and came back to Cherry Farm when his father thought of the new school concept. CJ has a master in education and is working on his doctorate and will use the new school concept for his thesis, “Educating the Troubled Genius.”
The school receives a government grant of ten million dollars a year to help run the school. The students support the school with a small farm of fruits and vegetables, which they sell in the DC area. It includes a mechanic shop to tune cars and small trucks. It has an art studio for extracurricular activity, which is always full of students. Once a year the students sell their art craft at an autumn fair with music, food, and fun. It is a unique setting for those students who are of low income and brilliant. It is called the Sunrise School of Developing Minds.
Lucky is proud of this independent school and the families that work at keeping it cleaned, painted, maintained, and a happy environment. After graduation, the students are given scholarships to colleges of their choice. The students’ national test scores are above average. The students have no problem with awards to the school of their choice. The parents have lived at the school for four years and can save a hundred thousand dollars because they have had no expenses, under the watchful eye of Claire, who managed their money. Most parents went back to school with the help of CJ and found jobs when their children graduated. How many high schools can brag about having 100 percent graduation rate?
Mark Hanson from the FBI is visiting the school to talk about computer technology and is overwhelmed with the school.
“CJ, I would like to come to teach your students. I wish to leave the FBI. I have twenty-five years with the FBI and can retire if I wish. I do not see an extensive program, only a few classes developed by Claire. She is busy, and I believe I can produce a great tech school for this school,” says Mark.
Claire walks in the middle of the conversation and adds, “Absolutely! CJ, Mark and I closed many cases together, and he is a genius. How about we bring it to the board meeting tonight? Mark can be there to introduce himself,” says Claire.
“That sounds great! Can you and Claire develop a course starting in our freshman class and continue the courses through advanced college courses in their senior year? Maybe include the professor and his team,” suggests CJ.
CJ cannot fathom the reach of his father. He is so lucky to run a high school of thiscaliber and the genius of his father to put it together. The faculty is amazing:
Dr. Michelle Barstow, a physicist, is Professor Lazlow’s assistant and lover. She has an exceptional IQ and was his calming influence. Albert Manning is the mechanic. He helped put the designs into action. His PhD in mechanical and electrical engineering went beyond the norm. It is a great team whose minds meld into great processes. Lucky gave the professor a large lab and Albert a substantial mechanical lab with hydraulics, welding, and electronics. These people could work anywhere for significant money, but instead they teach and invent. All proceeds go to the school, except 30 percent to the scientist. The scientist gets credit for the patents and educates students in the process. They love the school.
Because of his father, CJ was able to get the brightest minds in education to teachEnglish, literature, math, science, and economics. The only sports taught are Kenpo Karate and Jujitsu. Meditation is the very first class at five in the morning, and self-defense follows. It is outside, no matter how awful the weather. One hundred students toughen up for a long life as Charlie, Lucky, or Junior instruct the class. No student has ever missed a class, rain or snow; they learn to balance and self-control.
Lucky calls the board meeting to order as CJ introduces Mark to the board. He passes out a ten-page summary he and Claire put together. It combines Claire’s classes with his new proposals. The board members are Lucky, Carla, CJ, Jazz, Claire, Charlie, Professor Lazlow, and Sonny, who is the school’s attorney. They approve the new curriculum, and CJ will present it to the state board. Lucky sees that some refinements need to be made to make it challenging to the students. He and Sonny see no barriers to the state board for accepting the new curriculum. The school is the showcase for education. There is a list of potential students but nowhere to put them. Lucky refuses to expand for fear of losing the intimacy of the student-to-teacher ratio. It is a private school and asks for no state money.
Lucky built the school near the airstrip on the other side of the hangar. The hangar is an additional classroom for Albert’s mechanics class. Lucky is pleased with the school having one hundred children of intelligence. He tries to keep class size to thirty kids by rotating teachers. School classes end at 6:00 p.m. for a 6:30 p.m. dinner call. It is a regimented day, with breakfast at seven in the morning after showers because of the physical activity first in the morning. At eight o’clock, the classes begin, and they go on for ten hours. It is a long day, but it is exciting for the students.
In six months, sunrise will have their first graduating class. The seniors order their gowns and sent out the scholarships packages with the help of the front office. Every student category is possible for job descriptions: scientist, lawyer, writer, teacher, mathematician, etc. The first class is twenty-five students, the smallest type that will ever graduate.
Samuel Moss is ready for college and wants to study science and get a PhD. He told Professor Lazlow he intends to continue the professor’s work. He wants to go to Stanford and study robotics. The school is getting a lot of attention, especially from the wealthy who wish their kids an opportunity for a better education. Lucky will not accept any affluent students because he began the school for impoverished students, students who work hard but cannot afford a quality education. The school is a mixture of white, black, Latino, Asian. Lawsuits wealthy parents file are thrown out of court. Lucky has a large following of approval for the way he developed the school.
It is five in the morning on Saturday as Lucky is walking the schoolyard. There is no school on Saturday, and Lucky is surprised to see kids in the meditation yard. A van pulls up,asking for directions, when a dart hits Lucky’s neck. Lucky falls immediately; he is dragged into the truck and driven away.
Welcome to San Luis, Costa Rica, another beautiful sunset in the Northern Skies. Summer has arrived with little rain the last three days. Blustery winds up to fifty-five miles an hour blow the rain North. We are busy extending the cabina roof five feet longer to block the rain at the upper windows so we can have the windows open during heavy rain and high humidity. It is a month project because we run out of construction money. Now it is February and new money arrives and the construction begins again. It will be awesome when it is finished.
We went shopping for more plants for the yard. We buy plants that last year round and add color to the yard. As the plants grow we will split them and replant so the twenty new plants become fifty in a few months. The cost is about a dollar for a flowered plant. Awesome, isn’t it?
We keep a few dollars to buy more plants and we want to have a lot of color in our yard. Some plants die because of heavy wind and we look for stronger trees and bushes to last through the windy months of January and February. Today is a windy thirty mile an hour gusts day. The last week of January the gust hit fifty miles an hour and split a beautiful orange flower bush in half. I cut the bush in half at the roots and replanted the bush giving me another bush which is growing stronger every day.
Plans are in the development Of moving the chicken coup. We gave away our five chickens to a family and are in the process of finding five new chickens for laying eggs. We would like chickens that are six months to a year old which will consistently lay eggs for us to eat. We eat about fifteen eggs a week and will give away any extra eggs to people who are struggling. We have started a small farm that fulfills our needs and give away our produce. We do not want to make an income here in Costa Rica and wish to help those in need. Every six months we will buy a pig from the farmer who will gut it for us. A friend will help us pay for the pig and we will share the meat. It is about one hundred and fifty dollars for a pig that weighs one hundred and eighty pounds. Corina is a heck of a cook and I love to BBQ. I never could understand why some people cannot cook. We follow recipes from the internet and make cooking a fun activity for us to enjoy life together.
Between writing and building a new house and working on our farm and garden, Our lives are full. Tomorrow we file to renew our residency for two years and later work on permanent residency. I miss the USA, but enjoy life that is simple and worry free. I am always working on selling my books and I have a book show in May I am preparing for. Enjoy life and never look back unless you can smile about the past. Pura Vida!
The Company “I met a man yesterday at my conference. He is retiring from the military, he is a bomb specialist and is interested in our group. He wants to work with us, Jack.” Jack, Carla, and Jazz sits out in the sand at Jack’s restaurant. The ocean breeze is stimulatingly cool, the sun bright, I need to wear sunglasses this morning. “It sounds like you are interested in this man. Who is he?” Jack is curious to see where Lucky is going with this. “Well, Carla is having our baby in a few months, and I would like to step back a little and having a trained bomb expert who is up on the new variations for bomb making could take away some of the pressure off me. How about opening a corporation and forming a bomb security business?” Suggest Lucky. Jazz says, “You need to investigate his credentials with the military to see if he is legit.” “I did that yesterday, and he is highly respected. His supervisors offered him more money to stay in the military and a change in rank, and he said no thank you. He wishes to meet with us tomorrow, what do you think?” “If you are impressed by the man you should hire him,” says Jack.
Lucky wishes to introduce a new agenda to the group. Each member agrees to the plan; the corporation will be called Strategic Inc, Terrorist, and Bomb experts. The company will submit a proposal to Charles Dawson to send to Curt. It is a full-time company. “What if the Government does not like your proposal, Lucky?” Ask Carla. “They are asking us to follow and give their experts advice now, training for their people that are lacking. I think they will jump at the proposal if it is right. Besides are we not Medal of Honor recipients? We have proven our worth, I believe we can make this jump,” says Lucky. It takes six months to get the approval from the Government. Lucky receives a Grant for fifteen million dollars a year for the company. The Sargent is part of the group as the bomb expert. Terrorism experts are hired to help train government people taking the courses the company supplies. The first year is rocky, Carla has a baby girl named Charles. They named the baby after Charles Dawson because he is close to the group. Carla wanted it this way. Most of the work is classroom courses for government workers. Lucky buys Bomb disposal equipment, and a contract with Jerry Meyers is signed. He will fly the group to a job anytime anywhere. No active terrorist is causing mayhem at this time. Lucky and Jack are wondering if they made a mistake. Did they jump they gun? Joshua Smith is happy; free from the encumbrances of military life and readily accepts his role in the company. The new group is sitting at Lucky and Carla’s place; the home of the business. Lucky had a barn erected for the equipment he purchased. Jerry found an old cargo jet to carry people and a small truck to carry the bomb equipment. He found a great deal for Lucky. Today’s meeting is an annual corporation meeting to let everyone know how the company is doing. Everyone is happy with the company’s financial strength. Lucky’s phone rings, “Charles here, we have a situation in Atlanta. The bomb squad is at the location. It is a new type of bomb: it has two liquids in two
separate glass cylindrical containers about a foot tall and six inches wide dropping into a hopper when released. It has five wires connected to a digital clock set for ten minutes. What is the liquid?” “Do you have an I-Pad or computer you can video it to me or how about your phone, can you put it on video?” Lucky ask. They send a live feed to Lucky and his team. Closer look they see clear cylinders with a liquid and a transparent box with a pile of silver type metal. Joshua says, ”I have seen this before in chemistry class in small portions. I believe that metal is potassium. The tubes are water and maybe a poison such as tabun or sarin. I think the goal is to make an explosion and cause the poison to become vaporous. There must be a vacuum in the square canister to keep the potassium stable until the water hits the metal. Hundreds of thousands of people will be dead if it explodes. It is a very unstable bomb.” “How many wires coming out of the clock?” Ask Lucky. “Five wires, two lead to the bottom of the cylinders to open a valve and two to the top of the cylinders to an antenna of some sort. The odd wire looked like a ground to the metal stand,” says Dawson. Suddenly the clock starts ticking. “Ten minutes before the bomb explodes, what are we to do?” Says Dawson. Lucky looks at Jack for answers, then to Joshua; “We need to think of something fast,” Says Lucky. “Break the water cylinder,” says Joshua. “Which one is that?” Screams Dawson. “One cylinder will smell of an orange or have a residue of Orange,” says Lucky. “Can you unhook the orange smelling liquid without opening it?” Ask Jack. Mike, the bomb squad Lieutenant, looks slowly at the cylinder and presses down on it and it pops off the box locking the substance inside. T. M. Nugent | The Man With a Limp
Everyone has their own idea about the state of emotion called tranquility. The dictionary says it is calmness; peacefulness; quiet; serenity. In the cold winter months of the eastern United States it could be sitting in front of a hot glowing fireplace or wood stove reading a good book sipping on some hot orange tea.
In Los Angeles it could be a quiet walk on a beach watching the sunrise over the Pacific Ocean, or sitting on a blanket listening to the ocean waves and feeling the early morning sun on your face. In the South like Atlanta, Georgia it could be sitting on the front porch drinking Ice cold mint tulips on a hot afternoon As you watch the people walk by. For me it is the viewing of the sunrise or sunset which can be just as beautiful and feeling the breezes fill the air. Sitting on the side of the mountains gives you peace and quiet as the world in San Luis begins to evolve at four in the morning. The sun is the alarm clock as the street dogs begin to stir and bark and the early birds are out chirping away. The garden glistens in the early morning hours. The colors seem to be brighter, the air more crisp. The Mary Golds seem perkier and the Cannons magnificent in their red, oranges, and orange -yellow shades. A new flower blooms today;Peach in color and wide sitting gloriously next to the purple flowered bush. Humming birds, bees, wasp all feasting on the flowered nectars of the garden. How can you not help but feel relaxed in Mother Nature’s beauty?
I like to write in the early morning hours. Generally I get up between three and four in the morning. Our nights are usually quiet and we go to bed around eight o’clock in the evening. We watch Netflix for an hour or so and snuggle in bed. LaLa and LuLu, our small little dogs hop up into our bed and we fall asleep. Corina falls asleep first after she pets one of the dogs. A queen size bed is just so big so the dogs trade off sleeping between us. Usually they align themselves in the middle of the bed changing positions as Corina wiggles around during the night. LuLu wakes me up once in awhile when my sleep apnea is acting up. There is no more frightening gasping for breath as my medical dog wakes me up in the change of my snoring patterns. LuLu seems to know when something is wrong. Amazing, isn’t she? In the peacefulness of the early morning is my most creative time. No girlfriend awake to interrupt my train of thought. Some days I write three or four hours; Once in a while six to eight hours a day. Those days are the stormy winter hours as Corina is busy working her artistry with macrame or sketching. Soon she will make art on the eight new pillows on the roof extension of the Cabina. She cannot just paint the post; She has to design some kind of plaster figure.
I never put pressure on how many hours I write. I am too busy tending to the garden or preparing to build the house above the Cabina. It is never ending conversation with the girlfriend and the contractor on what we wish for our main home.
When the sun sets in the western skies a red hue reflects onto the lake and causes a reddish orange tint in the Eastern dusk skies. It is magnificent and reminiscent of the Hawaiian Islands skies.The lights glow brightly across the lake. The sun begins to escape the clouds and the lights of the towns reflect off the lake. When a full moon rises it glows across the lake and moon Is like a grand flashlight. You can visualize the lake and it’s reflections even in the pitch black of the midnight skies. I am in the midst of writing a new novel Called the Captain. It is about a retired military hero who lives in Las Vegas. I wish to write about Costa Rica and I am in the thinking stages of that book. I hope you enjoy my writings and have the opportunity to read one of my books. Check out my bookstores and have a blessed life. Thanks!
I did not see your pain Or feel your emotional restraint Or in your quietness you were engaged In desperation’s silent rage In fragile darkness you set your plans in motion It was time to end the emotional commotion You found your bridge of relief You leaped and ended your grief Forgive me for not being there To help you in your time of greatest despair You are in a better place No more desperation must you face I hope you found peace
Timothy M. Nugent: A Collection of Poems
Timothy M. Nugent
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There is something about a sunrise that gives me inner peace and starts my day in an energetic fashion. It is as if the rhetoric of yesterday has disappeared. The arguments of political parties seem nil to the power and beauty of my sunrise. Yes, this morning I own that sunrise as God has bestowed it upon me this morning bringing me peace and tranquility.
Can you feel the strength of the sunrise? Does the picture bring you a smile knowing there is something greater than us guiding our path to humanity? I believe there is an evil force in the world wishing our destruction. It grabs a hold of you and wishes to destroy the freedoms America has today. It is called Socialism. A few rich people masquerading as the salvation of the people. They have never asked what we want. They tell us what we want. No guns to protect you; We will protect you. It is the first step to control. Nazi Germany took the guns from the people so they could not defend themselves against evil. Look at the once rich Venezuela turned to Socialism and it is bankrupt. Brazil has national police hit squads that murder oppositions in their dictatorship, or Nicaragua which has a dictator that murders thousands of his own people who do not believe in his cause.
Has one politician asked the American people what we want?” For me it Is simple. I left California because the politicians were stealing us blind. Passing legislation and not bringing the issue for the people’s vote. Why would you pass legislation for the homeless to rob people blind( steal nine hundred dollars or more and you will be arrested, but it is ok to take eight hundred dollars and the police will look the other way,really?)It is ok to use a store front as a toilet. Really. MY beautiful city Of San Francisco is amuck with trash, homeless and diseases that was onCe eradicated. I read that California has over one hundred and sixty thousand homeless. The homeless do not receive subsistence, but illegal aliens do. Is that true? Illegals over sixty-five Years of age get social security which they never paid into in the first place. Really?
If I make you angry, good, maybe you will think what a great constitution America has and the great people we are to live in a place where your opinion matters and you can speak out. Where common sense is unequal. When I hear men protesting and expressing they want the rich paving the roads, shoveling the ground. Take from the rich and give to the poor. It smacks of imperialism, monarchy, no choice for the people. This mentality is to make individuals rich who seek the power over the people. Spain’s political power confiscated the bank deposits of the rich and they went bankrupt. Dah!
When are we going to hold our politicians responsible for their actions. Voting in pay raises, ridiculous retirements and health care. Many are millionaires when they were middle class servants of the people. How can this happen unless they stole our social security money to advance their socialistic agenda. Suddenly they are rich and we are poor.
I love sunrises in the morning. The clouds of despair fly pass as I can see peace in the future. I see prosperity as the people begin to find the answers. Vote, ask every American to vote and Make America Great Again. Help the homeless plight. Create jobs , health, and happiness. Make illegals accountable to America. Register and pay taxes like we pay taxes. Make rental properties affordable instead of making rich landlords richer. When one leader is looked upon to make changes then the American people are at fault because their representatives are not taking care of the people and we put them into power. Vote for people who wish to solve problem; homelessness, illegals, rents , health care, issues that control our existence. If A politician becomes rich while they are in office it is because they abused our system. Wake up America and make your vote count. Vote with your conscience and intelligence. If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it is a duck. If a politician lies, and it is obvious he lies, make him pay for his deceit.
The winds of freedom and prosperity are ringing the bells of time. It is our time.
“When I published my Doctorate papers, he sent me a note I keep in my wallet,” Says Thomas. He shows Charlie the note and Charlie smiles, “Why do you hide the real you?” “When I was in my teen’s kids made fun of me because I was different from them: I was highly intelligent, did not play sports, I was very flat chested, and average looking and wore geek glasses. They would slap me around and call me an ugly girl. I had no friends until I dressed as a boy. My Auntie understood and helped me. I went to boxing and karate schools when I turned sixteen and became very good at it. I was better with studies and computers. At twenty years old I had my Doctorate and met your Father. He hired me on the spot. Slowly he worked me into the business. Almost as an afterthought, I think he did it so others would not notice me closely. A month later He told him about the Chameleon,” Says Thomas. “Is Thomas your real name?” Asked Charlie”
The Chameleon Returns
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Where is Summer? Rain keeps pouring everyday, every hour; Sometimes heavy, sometimes misty. January is the month for Rainbows. Only one day last week did we not have a beautiful colored rainbow. Don’t miss understand me, I love rainbows, but this seems to be a long winter of rain and I was looking for some sunshine in San Luis, Costa Rica. Today is the first day we started off with no rain; Could it be Winter is leaving us for summer?
We are busy building the floor of our house and are welcoming the sunshine as the men are busy pouring concrete pillars. Six pillars will hold up the extension of the cabina roof which is the floor of the house giving us space to view the entire lake and I am excited over that prospect. We have a great view in the Cabina, but we want less concrete blocking our view of Lake Arena and volcanoes Arenal.
I seat back in my lazy boy type chair in wonderment about how fortunate I am. I am relaxed and healthy and have plenty of time to write my novel. I seemed to be in the flow of ex military hero’s when I write. I guess with the migration of terrorist into countries to cause havoc I like to write about men and women capable of stopping this threat. My new novel is a story of a Captain turned writer and his problems with terrorism. Soon I will publish Brooks McLaughlin, the original Chameleon who protects the United States of America from terrorist.
In late May I am registered in a major book show which will bring in 10,000 professional persons in movie, and publishing industries. I have never been to this kind of venue and am going to enjoy New York City. I wish I had the money to put all my novels into this show, but I should be happy I am putting one book, “Charlie” into the show.
I hope everyone is well and enjoyed the holidays and I wish you all a prosperous new year and enjoy a good book! My bookstore links are below with an excerpt from my Book The Man With a Limp. Thank you.
CHAPTER 6 A New Beginning Things have calmed down since the bomb attempts of 2018. Lucky and Carla have become an item. Carla has transferred to the Monterey office so she can live with Lucky in Santa Cruz. Lucky’s Mother Sunny has grown to love Carla and Lucky could not be happier. Jack is busy at the Restaurant and has found a new woman himself. Jasmine owns a surf shop and gives surfing lessons. Jack calls her Jazz, “Why do you call me Jazz?” “It is what you do to me Jazz; you are like a great piece of music that is ever-changing. You keep me feeling great,” Jack smiles. Jack calls Lucky, it is Saturday morning, and Jazz is at the restaurant, so Jack invites Lucky and Carla for breakfast. Breakfast will be at ten, out on the sand, at Lucky’s favorite spot. Jack wanted a change of pace, so he ordered a pitcher of Bloody Mary’s. Each glass has a peppered asparagus, an olive, and a sprig of thyme. “Jack, what is the occasion?” Lucky ask. “Yeah Honey, what is all the hubbub about Bub?” Retorts Jazz laughingly. As Jack stands, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box, and falls to one knee.
“Jazz, will you marry me?”
Silence, the ocean seems to sound loudly against the sand for a few seconds as Jazz looks at Lucky and Carla, smiles and dives into Jack’s arms.
“What took you so long?”
Jazz cries in Jack’s arms and tells him she loves him. Carla and Lucky walk over and hug the couple.
“I am buying breakfast this morning!” Carla says.
They sit down as Jazz puts on the ring. It is a gold surfboard with a diamond in the middle. On the top of the surfboard is inscribed, “Jack & Jazz” and on the bottom, “forever.” Carla asks,
“That is a beautiful ring, where did you buy it, Jack ?”
“I bought it from a jeweler in town. He melts down his gold and silver and will make anything you want. It is a little more expensive, but all his jewelry is one of a kind. He will not duplicate a ring.” Jack says.
“What are you going to do for a ring, Jack?”
Lucky smiles because he already figured it out. Jack pulls out a duplicate ring in his size and asks Jazz to put it on him. She does and smiles because of the perfection in the rings.
“Martin made me two because I wanted a wedding set. Sorry, it is your engagement ring also.”
“When is the wedding,Jack?” Carla ask,
“I thought July 4, out here on the sand at eight in the morning? We can go surfing afterward. The wardrobe is bathing suits only.”
Jazz looks at Jack and says, “Jack, I like that very much!”
Jazz gives Jack a long hug and kiss as Jack hands her an envelope. There are four tickets for a cruise to Mexico. Jazz is so surprised, she sits down in her chair and takes a long swig on her Bloody Mary.
“Lucky and Carla, do you want to go on a ten-day cruise? I bought you the cruise, how could we go alone?” Jack says.
Lucky looks at Carla and they both nod their heads in unison.
“We leave on July 5 from San Diego for ten days. Are you up for this?”
T. M. Nugent | The Man With a Limp 31
Summer is having difficulty arriving as the wind and rain continues to pellet the mountains of San Luis, Costa Rica. Fifty mile an hour winds with bursts of seventy miles an hour. All our gardening efforts in the heavy rain seemed to be for naught. Beautiful bushes with red flowers are blown in half and destroyed in the early evening hours.
The garage is rattling all night with the force of the wind and the sliding glass door sways inward with the the force of Mother Nature. The sliding glass door screen jumps its rubber block and slides down the rail as if a ghost opened the screen. Suddenly the early morning ominous clouds, dark and scary give way to King Sol as the orange- red hues seem to say hello to Verano (Summer). Is it an allusion or is the warmer, less rain season finally arriving?
Twenty-five mile an hour winds still prevail, but the sun is bright and shining as we walk and check out the damage of Mother Nature. Three plants are injured and I am able to fix a Canon plant with red blossoms which was laying on its side. A simple fix as I restore the roots into the soil and place a post and tie it secure, but flexible so it will not snap in the heavy winds. It is that time of year; almost like clock work as the winds hit the mountains. A price you pay to live off the mountainsides of San Luis, Costa Rica.
Rains lessen and the leaf eater ants attack by the hundreds to devour some plants as I go on the defense and follow the leaf carriers to the nest. Walking through twelve foot high weeds and climbing through barbed wired fencing, I find hundreds of ants nesting beneath an old tree. I felt like Indiana Jones cutting through the forest looking for snakes and cats hungry to devour me for lunch. It is that time of year as snakes are prevalent.
I spray inside the ant hill as these hills can go three or four feet deep and just as wide. I spray the ant trails as I leave the vacant lot and walk towards my house; swinging my machete to clear more brush. I crawl in between the barb wire fence as the wind blows my shirt into the barbs catching the shirt and pricking my skin,ouch! I pull up and down on the wire because my shorts catches a barb and rip the wire away. As we grow older balance is sometimes an issue as I catch the ground with my hand and pull my leg through the fence.
I have visions of getting tangled and no one to help help me but I persevere and continue through the tall weeds that have stalks an inch thick. Damn! Why cannot the owner of this lot cut down his property. Ant hunting would be much easier, I think to my self. Finally to my gate and down the ramp to my Cabina. I sit down on my recliner chair and raise my feet and sip on some water and stare out at Lake Arenal. What a fabulous view and a great start for Verano. At least I hope this is the last week of winter. Pura Vida!
Charles is gone, and there is an emptiness to be filled. Charlie is extremely depressed over the losses of family members. Charlie was very close to Charles, and his passing affects her greatly. It has been three months, and Charlie is seeing Dad’s psychologist, but it does not seem to help. Charlie works out to exhaustion to fight off the tears. Goes to the rifle range and practices killing the FBI agent who shot Charles over and over again. Lucky and Carla talk to her often about a cycle in life were every hour spent living is one hour closer to death. Death is inevitable; it is the way you live that make life bearable. Charlie is living with Lucky again; her and Anne’s apartment was closing in on her. Too many memories for Charlie to cling to that was forcing her not to eat, sleep too long and an uneasy feeling of suicide.
Charlie misses Anne and Charles , the conduits of her reality. Today she needs to go for a ride, get away and not think, just be in the moment. It is five in the morning and Charlie walks to the barn and Charlie sees Thomas working at his computer designing another logarithm. “What are you doing Thomas?” “Just putzing around, nothing super important today,” Says Thomas. “How do you do it? How do you move on after all the things you have seen?” Ask a lost Charlie. “Well, I have meditated a lot lately. After Charles death, I introverted back to a different person and I needed to find myself again. Sometimes we depend on someone else to define ourselves; for me, it was Charles and your Father. You Father gives me strength and understanding, and Charles gave me peace and sympathy for others. Buddha says; we are shaped by our thoughts; We become what we think. When the mind is pure, Joy follows like a shadow that never leaves. I have learned to open my heart to others, so my soul can live in the now,” Says Thomas. Charlie smiles for the first time in months. The softness of Anne reappears in Charlie’s mind; somehow the kindness of Anne disappeared in Charlie’s constant grieving. “Would you go for a ride with me? Today?” Ask Charlie.
The Chameleon Returns
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