Happy Spring Break with Easter Sunday this week. A weekend were college kids rush to Daytona Beach, Florida and families celebrate the long weekend and the week long school breaks. Here in San Luis, Costa Rica the town stores close for the weekend. Very rarely does one stay open unless it is owned by a foreigner who does not celebrate the Christian Holidays.
The Catholic Churches are crowded all weekend to Celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Students with money and locals are partying up a storm and enjoying their favorite form of entertainment called alcohol consumption. Corina and I will celebrate with a quiet weekend on the mountain. My birthday falls on Easter 🐣 and we are having homemade fish tacos. I bought Corvina(sea bass) fresh from Daisy our fish lady from Punteranas. Once a month we buy fish and shrimp caught the same day.
Of course we will have a couple margaritas made with fresh orange juice and strawberries and mangoes. Getting to old to go crazy like a college kid ( 70 years old), moderation is my key to a long life now. Give me twenty more years Lord and I will be happy. I like peace and tranquility and a good story to write. My garden keeps me going and it is all the work out I need. No travel this weekend because the tourist will be everywhere. If you are like me and wish to have a quiet 🤫 weekend; how about a good novel to read. My EBook is $2.99 and a good adventure story. Press the link below:
“A new Adventure Cherry Farm will be an excellent place for the family. Ten-year-old Charlie is seeing a psychologist, Dr. Mary Summers. Charlie began having nightmares about drowning while surfing. It was a traumatic experience being pulled off a surfboard underwater for three hundred yards. Oscar would wait until she gurgled some water and then gave her his mouthpiece. On land, he used a needle to put her asleep. Charlie became short-tempered and demanded Lucky’s company. Lucky began martial arts training for Charlie. Beth’s ex-boyfriend, Tom came three times a week to train Charlie.”
The Chameleon Returns
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What inspires your writing? Is it a Fabulous sunrise or sunset? Is it a romp in the hay that gets your blood going or a quiet evening of gardening before darkness falls. Do you have a margarita while you dream of an adventure story in Hawaii or do you listen to the news to develop a crime scene? Maybe all, maybe none, What makes your imagination fly?
For me, I am a fly by your seat kind of writer. I have an Idea and I flow with it. I do not make my stories complicated, but I hope I make you guess at the outcome. I like to personalize my characters, even the bad anti-hero’s. I want to grab your heart strings or hear you shout, get the bastard! How about you, are you a meticulous writer who must have an outline to follow? Do you put hours of research into your scripts? Good for you! I like to use the internet for dates and facts and give credit where credit is due.
I enjoy my writing and I hope you enjoy your creativity. Charlie, my third novel should be out in June. Look for the sequel to The Man With a Limp, and The Chameleon Returns at the links below. Thank you! TM Nugent-Author.
Jerry has the Jet ready and with a little luck, Lucky, Jack, Phil and Thomas will beat the small aircraft to the private airport. The Mexican Federal Police are waiting in the hanger behind Oscar’s plane. Jerry pulls into the private hanger and closes the hangar doors. A half-hour later Oscar opens the hangar doors with Charlie being held by another confederate. He walks towards his plane and the police step forward and tells him to halt. Oscar pulls out a gun to shoot Charlie, and Sargent Dias shoots him in the knee and Oscar falls. The other man drops to his knee and Lucky rushes to his daughter. “Honey, you ok?” “Yes, Daddy, the man said he was getting even with you for his cousin’s death. Can we go home now?” “Yes, Go with Jerry to our plane and I will be with you shortly. I need to talk to the Sargent,” Says Lucky. Lucky turns walking over to Sargent Dias and his men.
The Chameleon Returns
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Every night as I ready for bed; I look out at the lights of Lake Arenal, Rio Piedras, Aguacate, Nuevo Arenal,and on my side of the lake is Tronadora, San Luis, and Tilaran. I am amazed at the sights and marvel at God’s work. Arcos Iris (Rainbow) over the lake and the beginning of the rainy season; What happened to summer?
I love living in the San Luis hills with it’s wildlife, and weather. The greener the better and I have more than enough green. We have less rain on the western side of the lake. You see a storm coming over the eastern mountains and it seems as if a magnet grabs the storm and blows it away from San Luis to the north. I visualize the rain hitting Rio Piedras,Aguacate, and Nuevo Arenal, but never reaching San Luis.
Yesterday the storms came marching over the eastern mountains and rained in the lake producing a beautiful rainbow and never reached my Cabina. Go figure! We had three weeks of rain and at last sunshine and seventy degrees; A beautiful couple of days. I pray for more rain so my young garden has water to refresh its growth.
I am getting my new book Charlie ready for a new publisher. I will enjoy assembling the necessary items for my book of adventure with the McLaughlin tribe. Look for Charlie in my bookstore by late May. For now try reading The Man with a Limp and The Chameleon Returns. A couple of fun reads, press the links below:
Jack and Lucky are out running at the beach. It has been six months since the surgery and no signs of pain. Lucky still walks with a slight limp, but the Doctor feels it is psychosomatic. In time he will stop limping. At one and a half miles Jack says, “Hey kid remember I am an old man.” “Old my ass, how old are you? Forty if you’re a day.” “I am forty-five and have not run more than five hundred feet in ten years. How old are you kid?” Says Jack. “I turned twenty-seven last week and I feel great!” “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” “I do not celebrate birthdays, Jack,” Lucky confides . “You do now buddy!” Says Jack. The two runners turn around and head back to the restaurant. “I am sorry Jack; I forgot you have not run for a long time, I am surprised my energy is so high,” says Lucky “That is because you were always a big runner were you not? Were you not special forces before you became an expert in bombs?” Jack ask Lucky. “Yes, I was Jack, and it was second nature for me to run fifteen miles.”
The winds were howling like cat screaming in fear. The sliding glass door wobbling from the force of seventy mile an hour gusts. The glass holds firm, but rattles through the night. The screens are forced open by the wind approximately one inch and pushed back into it’s original position. The wind cannot make up it’s mind on were to blow. East , west, which way is best, as we sleep through the night.
You become accustomed to the wind in San Luis. The heavy winds is a normal course of the night. It is hard to grow a colorful garden because the wind blows off the leaves and flowers or the leaf eater ants have an early morning breakfast. You want to use insecticide, but how much is enough? Too much and you walk in a cancer field; too little hundreds of dollars are washed away with Mother Nature.
The sunrises as the wind sends the storm clouds away, and it is beautiful in the morning and not as windy. Not today, the gust still rattle the sliding glass doors; I am glad I bought heavier doors to combat the wind and keep us warm. Today I continue to correct my new novel Charlie. It is the continuing saga of the McLaughlin Family. Charlie takes over the reigns of the avenger, The Chameleon. Dad wishes to retire and have the Chameleon disappear, but daughter, Charlie wants to continue the legacy of the crime fighter against the greatest evils in the world.
Press the link above for my bookstore and read an except below from my latest novel Charlie.
The case of the accidental poisoning
It is a quiet winters morning, the snow is falling, and the temperature is two degrees Fahrenheit. Lucky tells Carla,
“Let’s spend a couple of months in Costa Rica. It is too cold here in DC!”
Carla agrees as Lucky and Carla searches the internet and finds a beautiful house in El Cielo, Costa Rica. It is a road off the main highway overlooking Lake Arenal; you can see the whole lake from the living room. It has every amenity for a thousand dollars a month. Maybe the kids will visit, and we can make it a family affair, thinks Carla.
The house is quiet, Mom and Dad are gone for three months enjoying Costa Rica, Nicaragua and having an enjoyable time. Charlie’s phone rings,
“ Charlie, Claire here, I was going through my emails and received a strange message. It says help me please; my family wants me dead. Should I track it down?”
“Yes, if you can get a complete name and address,” Says Charlie.
“ I found this obituary in the Barstow newspaper,” Says Claire.
Ida Clemens, the last of the oil baron Clemens whose husband dug a well for water in nineteen thirty-two in Barstow California and struck oil, dies at the age of one hundred and ten years old. Her husband Ira and son Joe were digging with a pick and shovel one hundred and fifty feet down. They hit one of the most productive oil fields in California. Her survivors are Ida Mae Clemens and Granddaughter, Mary Anne Clemens Stow. Funeral will be January twelve, two thousand and eighteen at twelve in the morning. The services will be at St Joseph Catholic Church, 505 E Mountain View St. Barstow, California.
“ Mary Anne Clemens Stow believes her husband is trying to kill her and her mother. Several incidents involving broken step ladder, flat tires near a river where the car almost went into the river, and a late night break in where shots were fired by Mary Anne to chase off the intruder,” Says Claire.
“Is she asking for protection?” Ask Charlie.
“ She wants you to find her killer?” Says Claire.
“ What? We need to help her out and find the mischief maker,” Says Charlie.
“ Mary Anne is sixty-eight years old, and Mom is ninety years old,” Says an interested Claire.
Charlie, Claire, and Harry arrive in Barstow a few days later. The trip in the Albatross was comfortable. The vehicle was overhauled before, and the air conditioning is working great. They drive into the long gravel entrance of Clemens Cattle Ranch and Oil Company. Home of ten thousand head of cattle. You could smell the ranch five miles down the road. It is a large ranch, some one hundred and fifty thousand acres of trees, grass built into the desert some one hundred years earlier. Almost two hundred and fifty square acres.It is Modern Ranch with helicopters, ATVs and four-wheel trucks. It is a billion dollar industry that helps feed a nation. The ranch also has two farms that raise chickens, hogs, and grows large crops. Because of its age and size, the ranch does not worry about California water laws. The family owns California politics which has a Stow as a California Senator for twenty years. Marshall Stow is also the family lawyer; he took over his father’s practice before becoming a Senator. As they pull in front of a magnificent one story Ranch house with a sizeable gabled frontage, a tall man is waiting.
“I am Senator Marshal Stow, welcome to Clemens Ranch. My Mother is in the parlor with Grandma; I must warn you Mom is a spitfire!,” Says the Senator.
“Mrs. Clemens, Mrs. Stow, I am Charlie Mc Laughlin and my associates, Claire and Harry. What can We do for you?”
“Did you get my letter, Young Lady? I want you to find out who is trying to kill me!” Says the feisty Mary Anne.
“Easy daughter, you are coming off two strong, they are not your hired help!” Grandma is working to calm her daughter.
“Well! I want answers, not questions!” Demand Mary Anne.
“Ma’am, you might as well get used to our questions, or we can leave. We can not be held back because you have a lot of money and a sour disposition,” Says an eager Charlie.
Mrs. Stow asking questions will help us solve your problem,” Suggest Claire.
“Ok! I’m on edge because I believe someone is trying to poison us,” Says a frightened woman.
Marian hands a cup of tea to Charlie and asks her to smell it. It has a faint scent of arsenic.
“Can you and your mom trust us alone in your house for three hours?” Ask Charlie.
“Yes, we can visit our friends down the road,” Says Mary Anne.
“We will call a laboratory to inspect your well for arsenic and lead. Did you have new piping replaced in your home? I imagine it was originally lead pipe, correct?” Ask Claire.
“ No, it is the same piping for over one hundred years, why?”
“ My scientist will come out to your property and take samples of your chickens, meat, water on your property. I do not think anyone wants you dead; your property is old, it is showing its age. We will fix your situation and investigate wrongdoing,” Explains Claire.
Claire excuses herself and calls Professor Lazlow and ask him to send some scientist and equipment to the farm. The Professor says,
“I know the Clemens family and Albert, and I will fly out by helicopter to the ranch. See you in a few hours.”
Charlie calls Mary Anne asking for a few more hours so the scientist can do their work and she agrees. The helicopter arrives, and the scientist goes to work. In minutes they find a severe problem, The Professor lights a match and throws it in the sink, and it explodes in a puff of fire and smoke. Charlie comes running into the kitchen followed by the Senator,
“What was that?” Screams Charlie.
“Methane! You have dump site near here Senator?” Ask the Professor.
“No we incinerate all garbage five miles inside the property and dump it in a large landfill with the cattle dung to make Compost for the local farmers and us, “Says the Senator.
“ Any earthquakes in Barstow lately?” Ask Claire.
“ Last year we had a seven point two quake that shook up the area for almost four minutes. We thought it was the end of the world. We had minor quakes for six months and then they went away,” Says the Senator.
“I need to call my associate Joshua and get a geologist out here. Joshua will know who to call,” Says Charlie.
Charlie calls Lucky and explains what is happening,
“Good call Charlie! It sounds like Alaska all over again. Get a drilling company out there and have them wait for Joshua. He is the expert on methane related problems. Let the Clemens know they can harness the methane for useable energy. Joshua and the Geologist will show them how; I Love you! Bye!”
“We have all the drilling equipment you need; we are an oil company, and my men are experts,” Says the independent oilman.
Joshua arrives at seven PM; his Geologist does some minor checks at the well and house. Large amounts of methane plus lead and arsenic in the water. The Geologist shuts off the water to the house and digs into the piping. It is cracked and seeping into the ground.
Mary Anne is back at her home as a violent shake rattles the area and a giant explosion a half mile from the ranch house blast dirt and dung high into the air. Joshua and Bill, the Geologist, drive out to the blast site. Night time is beginning to fall, and they can not visualize the bottom of the crevice. Joshua runs to the truck and take out a rope and ties a rock to it and drops it into the hole. One hundred feet it falls as Joshua rolls it back up.
“We have to wait until the morning, what kind of reading did you get?”
“ No scent of methane gas, it must have capped it off. Tomorrow we will have a better idea, five AM?” Ask Bill.
In the morning, Mary Anne, Bill, and Joshua head for the hole. It is two hundred feet deep, three hundred feet wide. Joshua gives orders to the drilling people. He asked Mary Ann to have a crew fill in the hole and compact it with rock, stone and gravel and pile in the dirt. Make sure it is compacted. An hour later a truck with large stones is followed by trucks of gravel.
It is covered with dirt that exploded into the air. Joshua and the drilling team drill where Bill instructs them to drill. They used special piping that sprays water into the ground as the drill. They stop at one hundred and eighty feet and unhook the drilling pipe. With water sprinkling on the top, they unscrew the lid and walk away as they clear Joshua pushes an igniter, and a hundred foot flame appears. Joshua drives to the dung pile where Bill is and ask Bill,
“ Do we need to cap more leaks?”
“The parameter is safe. I drilled down one hundred and eighty feet in different areas and believed we need to drill in the center of that fifty-foot pile. Any suggestions on how we do that?” Ask Bill.
“ They need to knock down forty feet of that mountain of dung, and we will put the final pipe in.” Suggest Joshua.
The Clemens made lemonade out of lemons. They started a gas company with two trucks and delivered propane to new clients. Repiped the house with PVC pipe, built a new well and added filters to protect from any iron that might exist. The Geologist gave them a bill of good health.
The Professor stayed to ensure the proper work. Charlie gave Mary Anne a bill for three hundred thousand dollars because of all the professionals she brought in and the expense of the helicopter. Mary Anne said it was a low price to pay for good health. Mary Anne invited everyone back for the Fourth of July picnic, and Charlie thinks we would like to come and ask if she could bring mom and dad. Of course, says Mary Anne. The gang jumps into the Albatross and head down the road.
“ Funny how people think it is foul play instead of poor maintenance,” explains Claire.
“What business they have built! They will be in the history books; think we will get a mention?” Laughs Charlie as the group giggles at the thought.
Good morning everyone! Are you lucky enough to live the life you always wish for? I go to bed early soI can watch the sunrise over Volcano Arenal. The weather is cool and windy: always windy in the mountains of San Luis. Of course the summer has arrived and the evening, early morning rains have begun. Our little flower garden is beginning to blossom, making living a beautiful sight. I write every day and eat fresh fruits and vegetables daily. I consume very little alcohol I may go out to dinner and have a beer or two and on Saturdays we indulge in Strawberry or Pineapple Margaritas.Generally only two drinks apiece. We wish not to abuse a great fresh fruit drink.
One must move forward and enjoy what life brings to you. You will be surprised what you can accomplish. I never thought I would write sixteen books and work at publishing them. My last book the Chameleon Returns is a sequel of The Man With a Limp is the continuing saga of the McLaughlin Family. A crime fighting family of the highest order. You will watch as the families and friends grow and accomplish impossible task.
Down below is the link to my book store at Litfirepublishing.com and an excerpt from the Chameleon Returns. Thank you for reading my blog.
I am twelve chapters into writing my second short story book; about thirty-four thousand words and having a ball. I love to write and push my imagination to the limit. How about you? Do you like to write? Do you push your self to be as good as possible? I always have and have not been disappointed, even though I have failed many times. I like to try different things: Right now I am dabbling into making my own furniture. My girlfriend and I have a tendency not to agree on how to construct a piece of furniture, but we work it out as one of our challenges.
Lucky set his GPS for Miami Florida and will stop along the way to rest. First stop, Bealeton, Virginia for a cup of coffee and breakfast. Lucky decides to go to McDonald’s for a cup of coffee and a sausage and egg sandwich. He pulls in and walks inside; it is busy but quick. It has been twenty years since he ate at a fast food place. He smiles thinking how Carla would say,
“We do not eat fast food Lucky!”
The cashier asks Lucky why he was smiling so much, and he says because it has been twenty years since he ate fast food and the woman’s jaw drops in astonishment. Lucky spends an hour at the table. He liked his coffee and hot sandwich and was a little surprised that the sandwich was a bit spicy. He takes out his I pad and writes some notes: beautiful forest riding and many curves. Lucky thought of his first visit with Carla on assignment; He thought she was the most intelligent, sexy woman he ever met. Lucky Stops by a railroad crossing and sees an eighteen wheeler barreling down on him. The driver slams on his brakes as Lucky watches his cabin slide by him and stop. He jack knifed his rig and launches into the opposite lane. Lucky smiles at him and rides off as fast as He can to make up the distance between him and that rig. Lucky writes, I laughed.
Lucky continues to write his notes and finishes his sandwich and leaves the restaurant; two men are looking at his motorcycle.
“Can I help you?” Ask Lucky.
“ Yeah! Give me your keys!” Demands the young man.
Lucky looks around him to see if anyone else is behind him. Lucky ask the young men to leave before they get hurt and they both laugh. Lucky hits the man in front of him on the side of his head and propels him to the ground. Lucky kicks him in the bottom of the head with a round heel kick, knocking out two teeth as Lucky approaches the other man who raises his arms to surrender.
“Pick up your friend and leave or I will shoot you!”
Lucky raises his jacket to show him his forty-five. The man quickly helps his friend up and leaves. Some people will never learn to listen when someone tells them to leave you alone, thinks Lucky. Lucky starts his bike and rides down the road hoping no one else will test his resolve. Sorry Honey, I lost it for a minute; I have little patience right now, as Lucky thinks of Carla as he rides down the road. Lucky plans on touring to Charlottesville then to Danville Virginia. The country is beautiful, and he will be tired when he hits Danville. Every time Lucky hits a curve, he remembers the ride home from Santa Cruz, California and the great time he, Jack and Harry had. Harry will be upset I did not invite him for this ride. Lucky pulls into the Holiday Inn, in Danville and it begins to pour. He is happy he made it to the hotel.
Lucky is hungry and rides to Joe and Mimma’s Italian Restaurant and has a Chicken Croccante, a pan-fried chicken breast encrusted in almonds, pecans, and walnuts. Topped with wild mushrooms and a port wine sauce. He had a glass of Italian red wine with his dinner and couldn’t be happier. He enjoyed the server who was very attentive and knowledgeable about the menu. Lucky enjoyed the view of the Dan River and sat outside for a while. The rain had stopped, and the air was crisp and smelled of forest and steak. Jack would like this ride as he writes in his book. Lucky would mention the kindness shown him at the restaurant. Lucky walks over to his bike and a young man with tattoos, long black hair, and a long black beard is looking at Lucky’s Bike.
Hi, my name is Butch, nice scooter you ride. I do not see many old men riding Harley’s. I am glad to see you on one.”
“Thanks, I am Lucky, and I am on a little trip,” as Lucky shakes Butch’s hand.
“Yeah, where you are heading?” Ask Butch.
“No kidding! I am heading that way tomorrow after my gig here. I play Blue Grass music and have a little following. I own that Harley Trike over there and could use the company.” Says Butch.
“ Your welcome to come but I make frequent stops. When do you wish to go?”
“ Eight o’clock good for you?” Says Butch.
“Yes, that is perfect, I can have breakfast at the hotel before we leave,” explains Lucky.
“Where are you staying?”
“At the Holiday in Express here in Danville, Says Lucky.
“Me too! Small world, see you on the morning,” Says Butch.
Lucky hops on his bike as Butch waves goodbye. Small world we live in, uh Jack, as Lucky thinks of his best friend. He arrives at the hotel and walks to his room; a woman stops him and ask,
“Can you use some company?”
“ The woman grabs Lucky’s arm and Lucky sees a man from the corner of his eye come running around the corner. Lucky pushes the woman away and pulls out his gun. The man has a knife, and Lucky tells the woman to back away and points the gun at the man. Drop the knife and walk away or I will shoot you!”
The man turns to walk away, and Lucky says,
“Drop the knife!”
The man turns and attempts to throw the knife and Lucky shoots his throwing hand. The blade flies out of his hand and the man and woman run away. Lucky picks up the knife and walks to the hotel office. The manager calls the police, and they arrive ten minutes later with the man and the woman in the back seat. Lucky shows the officer his FBI card and explains what happened and hands the officer the knife.
“ You have had an exciting evening.”
“Yes, I asked him to drop the knife, and he tried to throw it at me, and the woman wanted some action. When I told her no he came around the corner,” explains Lucky.
“Their names are Joe and Beth, they are local meth heads and are always in trouble. Why didn’t you kill him?” Ask the Officer.
“ Too many dead people on my hands; It comes with the territory, being a criminalist,” Says Lucky.
“Criminals see older people as easy targets, an advantage to rob from you because you cannot defend yourself,” Says the officer.
“ Good night Officer” as Lucky turns to go to bed.
“ Hey! You filing any charges?” Ask the officer.
“ Throw them in Jail and remind him how lucky he is to be alive,” Says Lucky.
“Amen! Mr. McLaughlin, the Officer, walks to his car as Lucky watches him leave.
What is wrong with this country? Terrible drugs that are a multinational problem; Homeless on our streets. Is it not enough police or too little morals? Twice today I have been attacked, is there a sign on my back, I am easy prey! Lucky is thoroughly disgusted and is ready for bed when his phone rings,
“Hi, Dad! How is your trip?” Asked Charlie
“ It has been interesting to say the least, what’s up?”
“ I have an interesting case and need your advice, a man brutally beat his wife and almost killed her, and he is out on bail. He was in jail for six months and is threatening her again. The police are doing nothing, you know we can not act until he hurts her again. He may kill her, how can I help her?”
Welcome to Summertime in San Luis, Costa Rica. Rain, rain, rain, and suddenly Summer hits with eighty degree weather, blue skies and mild humidity. Rain sprinkles in the early morning and beautiful day time weather. You must be careful with the day time sun and wear your strongest suntan lotions to prevent sunburn. The sun is closer to the earth in the central Americas.
We have not used our air conditioner yet, but we have it ready when need be. A great time to write as I sit in my recliner looking out at Lake Arenal. Charlie, my latest quest in adventure novel writing is clearing the correction stage shortly. A Sequel to the Chameleon Returns is the saga of the McLaughlin family and their pursuit of the worlds worst criminals.
The Man With a Limp is the first of my Novels from Litfire Publications where a young veteran strifes to gain control of his life. Check out the excerpt below:
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?”
We are moving towards the end end of the rainy season; Although the rains never stop, the rains happen in the early hours of the morning or late at night during verano(summer). The air is clear, crisp and sixty- five degrees this morning. The clouds hang over the Mountains and Rio Piedres and Nuevo Arenal. It must rain on the Caribbean side or Atlantic Ocean side a tremendous amount because a morning sun does not rise without clouds over the mountains. Still, I love the rainbows after a storm.
Most of the clouds are blown by heavy winds to the north of the lake and this time of the year we get less rain then the eastern mountains receive. It is magnificent outside as I write this blog. Sometimes the heavy winds with gust up to forty mph hamper my WiFi and I cannot deliver my blog. Today, I may be late, but the winds are giving me permission to write.
Today I am rereading my latest attempt at novel writing. I am preparing my novel “Charlie” for publication. Lots of problems with the publisher this time. Litfire publications was bought out by Amielia Publications and I have not been able to get ahold of anyone until yesterday. No it is full steam ahead and I am shooting for an April delivery to my readers.I hope everyone is well and enjoying a great winter, summertime here in Costa Rica. Below is a link to my books,Pura Vida!
“INTRODUCTION I hope you enjoy The man with the Limp and are looking forward to the sequel, The Chameleon Returns. It is the continuation of the Lucky McLaughlin family and their trials and tribulations of a growing empire. You watch as the crime hero fights an endless barrage of criminals, foreign and domestic. How his kinship with Jack O’Connor grows and the two men put together a group of geniuses to fight their war on crime. How, along the way they meet Presidents, Senators, Cartel Bosses and the loves of their lives. The uniqueness of Lucky and Jack is the camaraderie and the loyalty they have for themselves and their families. I hope you enjoy the family as they grow together and work to make the world a better place. I am in the finishing process of correcting the third installment of the four-book set with book number three, Charlie. The final book in the series is Brooks Mc Laughlin, the original Chameleon. I hope to have it corrected by the end of June. It is the early years of The Chameleon. I hope you enjoy this series of books and hope to meet some of my loyal readers at a bookstore near you. Thank you. T.M. Nugent
The Chameleon Returns
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Great balls of Fire! Writing my blog is difficult lately. I am not able to bring a beautiful sunrise to my beginning of summer blog, because I have used my allotment of twenty GB for my internet use. Some of the setbacks of living on the mountainside of San Luis, Costa Rica. It is a rainy beginning of Verano( Summer). Fifty mile an hour winds rattle our heavy sliding glass doors.
A constant battle with leaf eating ants keep us on our toes in order to keep our new garden growing. I have never excelled in gardening, but I am having great fun learning how to grow plants. I have planted around five hundred plants on our property. It is inexpensive, a task that would cost a fortune in the USA. Luckily I have a contractor who is generous with clippings. I have a produce man who is eager to help us plant. He has spent a tremendous amount of energy teaching me the finca (farming) ropes. I am very grateful he has taken an interest in my property.
I was told to wait until March to plant vegetables and not plant in September and October because of the tremendous amounts of rain. Today we have twenty mile an hour wind and rain. As long as I can see Lake Arenal from my Recliner, I do not mind the heavy rain. By one in the afternoon the sky will clear and a weeding I will go. It took me two days to recover from three hours of hoeing. Boy, did I get sore in my hamstrings, but the garden looks great!
I keep my book writing alive and I am working on a second short story book. I hope you look at my bookstore and give my writing a chance. Two Novels, The Man With a Limp and The Chameleon Returns are ready for purchase. $2.99 for an EBook. Check the bookstores out today! Love you readers! Thank you 🙏.
Lucky sits sipping his frozen margarita, “We were fortunate today, most of our work was guess work. The clear liquid had a faint smell of orange. What if the cylinder slipped out of the Lieutenants hands? What if the rubber grommets did not seal in the sarin? What if the poison leaked out or someone caused an accidental ignition?” Says Lucky. “We can say what ifs all you want, but you made the right decisions. If you are worried about the next time; hire a chemist to teach us about dangerous chemical gases. I had a friend who worked in a chain restaurant, and he was cleaning a drain and poured bleached down the drain. He did not know someone put a bottle of Drano down the drain and it caused a gas that burnt his lungs and throat. It took months for him to heal,” says Jack. “Good idea Jack, Joshua, investigate online and find an online course on chemical gases. I bet the Government has one.I will call Curt to see if he knows” says Lucky.
Hi folks! Out with the old and in with the new, I am always looking for left overs. I am a roadkill specialist,a turkey buzzard whom roams the skies of Costa Rica looking for new food to eat. What do you have planned for the coming year? Do you set goals for the new year or do you go day by day like me, and hope for the best?
Sometimes I go for days without eating until you run over a varmit and it is dinner time. I have to compete for my dinner and fight off my fellow buzzards.
In a competitive world it pays to plan; even in retirement I work everyday. I always thought when you retire you sit back and eat tacos and sip on margaritas all day, but that gets boring and fattening.
I found a way to keep very busy and healthy; I moved to Costa Rica and began a great adnevture in writing and farming. At sixty years of age I retired on a pension and began to write. I bought a piece of property overlooking Lake Arenal and began to build. A year later I have a small house we call a cabina. I could not be happier. I am challenged everyday to plant, write, and live a new life.
My goals are not specific or detailed. I am planning my farm, writing everyday. I wish to publish a book every year and begin to travel again. My new novel Charlie will be sent to the publisher by February. It is a matter of dispersing my pension between the house, farm and writing. My girl Corina and I live on as little money as possible, but this year we will save to take a vacation together ( it has been three years since we traveled).
Young people need to plan for the future; invest properly, hide money so you do not spend it all. I wish I did a better job of preparing for retirement. Lucky for me I married a smart woman and we worked for the future. My life is relaxed, away from turmoil and strife. Charlie is my fourteenth book and I have two more novels to correct. Keeping me busy for a long retirement of healthy living and fun. I hope you have a great life and a prosperous new year. Pura Vida!
You could not ask for a more beautiful day. Lucky and Max meet me at the restaurant at four in the morning. The restaurant is closed, and I make some coffee and a couple of Joe’s Specials. The command post is ready. Hopefully, people will believe I rented the spot to tourist for the event this morning. Lucky’s bosses are in the control center resting; believing they are ready for all contingency. Lucky tells me to monitor my cameras and let my people run the business. A good Idea I tell Lucky. It is five thirty in the morning, and the sun starts to rise over the eastern mountains. Beautiful orange glow in the sky, reflecting on the curling waves rolling orange into the sand. People are out early grabbing space on the sand for the coming event. Homeland is expecting fifty-thousand tourist and spectators to crash down on the beaches and streets of Santa Cruz. Santa Cruz police are in charge of crowd control and traffic. It will be an exciting day. Six am people start to roll into the restaurant. I put a time limit on the tables because of the event.