I look back at the good times and wonder if they felt they were good times. I am retired and work at making every day count for something. I never want to let a day go by without saying thanks 🙏 to the all mighty for letting me have great health and energy. My wife drank very little and lived a good life. She died of cancer at fifty-eight years of age. Why am I outliving my younger friends and family members? Am I lucky or getting paid back for my mistakes? Do you ever feel this way? I am nobody special, an average guy who is seldom sick. I raised hell as a kid, but have calmed down in my old age.
I very seldom drink and never too excess. I eat moderately and wish to live at least twenty more years and have a lot of gusto for living. It is a tranquil life in Costa Rica and enjoy listening to the monkeys and birds 🐦. I write everyday and enjoy nature’s best. Why have I been so lucky? I hope you are as lucky as I am. Have a great life! Pura Vida!
I was in hiding for four days when the enemy came searching for a pilot. Twenty terrorists are climbing the mountain firing at me. I get shot in my shoulder and could not move my right arm. Luckily, I have a great spot to defend. It was a hard climb for the terrorist and left them vulnerable as they climb. I was down to five bullets when the Blackhawk helicopter with Jerry peak over the edge of the mountain. I hear the machine guns and watch as my pursuers die or run away. I was too injured to move up the rope ladder, and the helicopter couldn’t land. Jerry lowers the ladder and climbs down to me. He throws me over his shoulder and begins to climb up the ladder.You know how difficult it is to climb a rope ladder with a hundred and eighty-pound man dangling on your shoulder? Almost impossible for a big strong man and Jerry only weighs a hundred and sixty-five pounds. Jerry holds me on the ladder until the pilot arrives at a mesa on the mountaintop and sets us down feet first. Then he lands the helicopter to help Jerry bring me to the helicopter. Did you know my friend got a silver star for his heroic effort in saving one Airman’s life?
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How do you get visible to the reading public? Beats the hell out of me, but if you have money there is someone out there who can show you how to do it. I have spent thousands of dollars in advertising to get my fourteen books be seen and I am lucky if I sold fifty books. I put that flower picture that is part of my garden on this page because It has no trouble getting people to comment on it. Do you have to be controversial to be seen in the book community? Join all the book websites and forums? Maybe.
I joined Goodreads and had a book reviewed and received four out of five stars, but no physical movements of my books.I advertise in Facebook and have my website, understanding-online .com, but it cannot be seen on google. I follow the rules of using keywords, but cannot seem to find the catch. I put three books in a book show in Canada and the publisher wants me to do a book signing in Toronto. Only problem is money 💰,bring sixty books with you and find a hotel room and fly out here in September. Let’s see: air flight six hundred dollars, hotel, one hundred dollars, books I need to bring, nine hundred dollars, book show is twenty-nine hundred dollars, renta car etc. And the cost keep piling up. Guess 😮, no book signing for me who is on a retirement pension.
I am not complaining; these are plain facts, to be visible you must have money. Love of writing is not enough, you must have dollars. Self publishing companies are great for publishing, but do nothing to help you sell. You spend a thousand dollars to get printable and it ends there unless you have dollars. They get you to buy books at one hundred books at a time and yes, do you have the bucks? You have fifteen hundred bucks to purchase and promote your books? My publisher will help me push my book for five thousand dollars. Get the picture?
This is truism of being a writer. Smart writers have found out how to crack the invisible wall of getting known. One, you need to be good at writing, you must find a publisher who wants to take a Chance on your personality and your ability, and of course it takes cold hard cash. What a ride writing is for me. I love to write and since I live on Someday Isle, maybe I can be seen. Pura Vida! Book store below, just push the link.
It is a cloudy day at County line beach. All the overnighters had bonfires and began to awaken after a night of drinking, smoking pot and love making. It is seven A.M., and I jump into the cold ocean to body surf. The water was about fifty- eight degrees and the goose bumps popped up all over my body. When the water is chili, you need to get in quickly. Otherwise, you may give up and walk away. I love the cold water. It makes your heart skip a beat or two and makes you feel alive. I played in the water for an hour and swam towards the beach. I do not know why I noticed the man, but two hundred yards from the water I see a senior man asleep in a red vintage Mercedes convertible. Bright red, circa the nineteen forties, give or take a year. It is so prestige and elegant. I decided to be nosy and walk up to highway one. I dried myself off and went to the car. I approached from the back. He had silver colored hair and was meticulously dressed. A pinstriped suit with silver stripes and black material. A beautiful suit was wrinkled like it has slept in the last couple of days. He was unshaven quietly snoring way. Suddenly he snapped upright. I accidentally stepped on an aluminum can and startled him. He turned slightly and pointed a forty-five pistol at me. “Whoa!” as I took a step back. “I did not mean to startle you.” “At my age, you must be ready” he responded. “What the hell are you doing?” “I saw you from the water, and I thought you needed some help. I thought you were ill”. “I guess my curiosity got the better of me, I’m sorry.” With that, I turned to walk away. “Wait a minute! Have you had breakfast yet?” “No I haven’t” “Hop in, I know of a nice place down the road.” After a short drive, we stopped at The Paradise Cove, an outdoor diner for breakfast. It was seventy degrees, and the clouds had disappeared. We sat and had breakfast at a table on the sand and talked for hours. The time went quickly. He talked about his family. He was ninety- two years old and was retired. His family was overly protective of him. He told me he made millions from inventing computer parts in the late fifties. He said he spoiled his wife and kids and they try to run his life.
To escape the smothering; he leaves them a note and disappears for a couple of days. The ocean curls over the sand and the sun tans my face as we listen to Beach Boy music. Not once did he tell me his name. I found that a little strange. We had talked for hours before he felt comfortable enough to tell me his name. “Friends call me Junior. My father John was a war hero. In nineteen – eighteen he stormed a bunker and knocked out a couple of machine guns. The Germans were decimating his squad. He saw a minute opening and ran up and threw a pair of hand grenades. He was a hard man to follow. They gave him the Congressional Medal of Honor. He saved hundreds of people that day. My father became a college professor of chemistry and an inventor. He is why I am such a driven young man. He expected a lot from me”. “Was he proud of you?” I said. “Yes, he was the kindest man I ever met.” “He is gone now. Lived to be eighty-four years old. I miss him dearly”. We left the restaurant, and he drove me to my car. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to visit again. He pulled a U-turn and went towards Malibu. His silver hair is glistening in the morning sun. I looked at my car. A red Oldsmobile convertible with white interior, a nineteen sixty-three, Dynamic eighty- eight. My parents let me drive the car on occasion. It will be the last time I drive “my car.” I will be heading to military service. I lost my school deferment. It is the Vietnam war and if you did not have a disability you were leading to war. I was sixty- nine in the draft and came from a middle-class family, so I was doomed. I was lucky. I scored high on my Air Force test. I was accepted, two weeks later I was off to Lackland Air Force Base. I would not make it through basic training. I was standing next to a fellow recruit, and he accidentally discharged his M sixteen on the firing line. He ruptured my ear drum, and there was blood all over the place. I would get a disability discharge. I lose the hearing in my right ear. No Vietnam for me. I was happy. I did not believe in the war and was glad to be home. Three months had passed since I last saw Junior. I get a phone call on Saturday night. “Bill, what are you doing tomorrow?” “No plans Junior, what’s up?” “Can you meet me at Paradise Cove” “Sure, what time.” He asked me to meet him at eight A.M. I hang up the phone, and my Dad asked me who that was. I told him it was a friend of mine who told me to meet him in Malibu for breakfast.
I am tired tonight, but it is worth the early morning before the sun begins to shine. Darkness is beginning to wain and the blue skies begin to fight through the early rain. Orange , blue, and gray has a beautiful tone this morning. A few minutes ago it was pouring rain and God seemed to exclaim with a clap of thunder, “ Let the sunrise this glorious morning.”
A cool sixty-eight degrees and a slight breeze makes it glorious. My writing has been unimaginative lately. Words pop in my head but it is a different story line. Twenty eight thousand words and I do not get enthralled with this chapter so I stopped writing for a day. Does this happen to you writers? How about you artist? You have been working on a water color and you step back and look at it and think there is something unbalanced with this picture of a lake and a snowcapped mountain. I must step away and think about today and you walk out of the room.
I walked outside, look at beautiful Lake Arenal, the beautiful sky and give thanks to God for allowing me to live here at this exact moment and time. That sunrise is beautiful, don’t you think? I walk down to the pergola and I am careful with my steps because the dirt is wet on the slope. I pick up a shovel and begin digging level ground to lay homemade brick for the floor. He needs to get back to the ship; I think to myself as I shovel more dirt. Working at getting my main character alive and entertaining so the book is not boring I think. The outline in my head is turning fast and precise.
The clouds begin to comeback in as the lightning lights up the sky and I turn and walk up the hill to my sidewalk to walk into the cabin. Boom says the thunder as lightning strikes again. One, two, three as I count the seconds to the sound of thunder. Boom! Twenty seconds, twenty miles away I think. As I sit on my chair and grab my I Pad. It will work I think to myself as I tape rapidly and the words flow out of my mind. The rain pummels the earth at the rate of my thoughts pop out of my head. Life is good. Pura Vida.
Chapter One Revenge of the President Lucky is not surprised the President arrived safely at the Cherry Farm. A plan was put into place the day Marc and Thomas intercepted the email from Cornel Saunders, Vice President of the United States; it showed the time and date of the Presidents departure. No one else was privy to that appointment. The email to Congressman Thomas Swanson did not say where the President and his wife was going, only when he was leaving for a day to relax. Why was it important for the Congressman to know? Why did the Vice President send the email? The only explanation is a conspiracy to murder the President. How many other people are involved in the conspiracy? Why did the Vice President need to eliminate Lucky and Jack? The President had been uncomfortable with his administration. He felt uneasy with his people, especially with his close friend, Cornel Saunders, who seems to be fighting against the President’s agenda; Curtailing the power of the Drug Manufacturers in the United States of America. President Alexander wished to control the cost of prescription medicine. The President felt a profit of five billion dollars a quarter was ridiculous. The President wanted to stop what he called the extortion of the American people.
The Chameleon Returns
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The air is fresh, you can smell the green vegetation; The licorice, Oregano, basil, and the rosemary in the herb garden. The flowers perk up in the early morning as I take a deep breath through my nostrils and feel the resilience restored in my aching bones. The pain seems to diminish as I walk admiring God’s nature in front of me.
Another storm is on the way; yesterday was a glorious day as I took advantage of working my property and enjoying the cool breeze. I forgot to put on sunscreen and became quite red. I remembered and headed for some shade to rest and add the sunscreen to my ears and arms. My ear lobes are a little tender and need to remember the sun is closer to the earth in Central America.
This weekend is the Celebration of the Blessed Virgin Mary as the Catholic Costa Rican’s walk to Los Angeles Costa Rican from various locations: Nuevo Arenal, Rio Piedras, Tilaran, and other townships, walking some thirty kilometers or more with a gold statue of the Virgin Mother. The people will follow road 142 and pray as they show respect to the Blessed Virgin Mary. I do not know where there destination is in Los Angeles, Costa Rica; If it is a Church, or a park where the statue will been seen and prayed. It is amazing to see the solid gold statue in the back of an open car trunk on a pedestal adorned with flowers and silk. Slowly the car travels at a walking pace for the procession.
Ticos of all ages march down highway 142 as guides show traffic around the procession. Rain or sun, the people walk on to their destination. People will take time off from work this weekend and take part in the walk and worship of the Virgin Mother culminating in worship on Sunday in the small hamlet of Los Angeles. Amen!
It is raining as I write and I think of the paraders and pray they are safe. I hope you partake in reading of my books and enjoy the weekend ahead. Check out my website at Understanding-online.com and check out my bookstore below.
Bangles she wore six bangles on each of her wrists the first was self love for without it can love of others truly exist the second was love of her family which she held very dear the third and most expensive was for her man
she gave him life and her humanity for him to understand the fourth was to remind her of her very close friends whom she knew would be by her side at the very end the fifth was humility and honor she carried like a sword
holding her head high like a chairman of the board the sixth gave her peace and hope the world she thought was on a perilous slope she gave to charities to ease its pain and hoped someday racism could be slain she did her best to the very end
she was my wife and my friend
Walk we walk the prickly path daring to defy naturesʼ wrath we walk together with a fighting spirit daring life to stop and hear it
until such time when one is gone the spirit becomes more forlorn loss, sadness and despair walks are slower with a heavier air
in time walks get better sometimes you notice the weather sometimes you look for better days sometimes you remember the fight
you remember how she made the best of life you remember how to fight naturesʼ wrath you continue to walk that prickly path never forget
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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I live in San Luis, Costa Rica and I am in the beginning of the rainy season. Sometimes it rains for three weeks and never stops. It helps when you wish to grow a rose. The pest make it difficult to grow a beautiful flower; for instance leaf eater ants are always on the hunt for a succulent, delicious flower. It is the same in politics, which I shy away from, but I cannot help but laugh at what I see from a far away distance.
I cannot believe that the population of the USA has not stormed the House of Representatives and the Senate and demand some cooperation. How can a party listen to the way some officials disparage their country? If you want to live in a Socialist Country move to Russia, communists Country move to China. You want to live by Muslim law, move to Iran. Do not try to change The USA.
From Costa Rica I hear California wants to leave the Union. I have heard such nonsense for twenty years. A few years ago the city of Los Angeles wanted to make the primary language Spanish. If I rallied the American English, Costa Rica would pack my bags and send me back to USA. Now California is a sanctuary state and the voters are being quiet about it. California has one of the highest tax rates in the nation. In order to leave the union, the state would need to raise your taxes more California. Free medical, housing, welfare for the illegal immigrants; yet you have over 100,000 homeless if Los Angeles and San Francisco alone. East Bay has 50,000 homeless, how about taking care of those poor people?
If you over extend your ninety day visa in Costa Rica and you are caught violating their laws; you will be deported and not allowed to enter the country for ten years. How about that California? I can see seventy percent income tax when you do not get subsidies from the federal government when you leave the union. You know, no welfare checks, farm subsidies, etc. So think long and hard and get your head out of the sand voters.
I am not an expert on immigration, but owned businesses that dealt with the problems of using illegals. They would want to mark nine on the tax forms when hired so they did not pay taxes. They lived ten At a time in one or two bedroom apartments. They are hard working individuals and sent all their money home. Most had no intention of staying. My neighbor worked hard for thirty-five years; He is from Nicaragua and followed our laws. A year before he retired he borrowed one hundred and fifty thousand dollars from the bank and used his house as collateral. He took several vacations a year to build his dream house in his home country and left the USA. The day he left, with the transport truck loading his house belongings for shipment, he went to the bank and gave them the keys to his house and said,
“I can’t make the payments anymore more. You can sell my house, good bye.”
I believe the USA needs to follow immigration guidelines and remove the illegal immigrants out of the country. I like the Mexica people, but Mexico has taken advantage of the USA long enough. I left California after forty -two years because I saw the writing on the wall. Californians do not matter and it will cost you because you have politicians who wish for a socialist state. Nothing is free folks!
I am tired of President bashing by the media and ignorant politicians who vote in their own retirement, pay raises, and health insurance. I am tired of seeing companies go over seas because our government got greedy. Made in America has a great ring to it. MAG!
What is the difference between Man and Mother Nature ? Mother Nature’s rath is sudden swift and ending. Man cruelty is unrelenting. In our age we have seen two world wars, and many so called police actions. Today’s world is conflicted with hatred, terrorism, and incurable diseases. A white Police woman and her partner is asked to help a woman with a domestic problem and the police woman is gunned down with a high powered rifle. She is alive, but her partner can’t reach her. More police arrive and a crowd of people commence to chant “Kill another cop! Kill another Cop. White cops in an all black neighborhood are not liked until the neighborhood is desperate yet the show their anger and hatred. My question is, What has happened to HUMANITY?
A young girl of sixteen years of age is raped by a well to do white boy from a good family. He is only seventeen years of age. At the hearing the judge says,
“We must show leniency towards this young man; he is from a good family.”
Hey Judge! Is the girl from a good family? Where is the Justice for the girl. How about this, get rid of the Judge and give the girl justice?Where is the HUMANITY in this sick world?
A young man is arrested for mortgage fraud. He found a loophole in the mortgage industry and is costing banks a lot of money. The banks lobby for a change and he is arrested. The Judge at the hearing says I will make an example out of you. The man spends two years in jail before he is forced to plead out for a felony which was not a crime two years ago. The banks are satisfied. Think the Judge was paid off. I wonder?
I live in Costa Rica now. Things are not much different. Gringos are wanted because we have money. We get over charged because we are all rich. It does not matter if you live on a small pension. A tico (Costa Rican) told my contractor to charge more money because he is a Gringo and is rich. This man was a friend of mine; so I thought.
A window contractor tells my contractor he will give him two hundred dollars if he gets a contract for my house at his price. Being an honest man he told me. He told me to get another vender. Of course my contractor is Nicaraguan. I found Tico’s to be arrogant and sensitive. It is ok for them to disrespect you as a person, but did not like it when you told them to leave because you deserve to be treated correctly, or am I the Ugly American.
I learned to chose carefully and have people around me who can respect me because I show them respect. I wanted to get away from the murders, accidents and mayhem in Las Vegas, and I did,but did I find a different form of mayhem, hatred with no cause? Is that what it is like for the black population in America?
I love life and will continue to look for the best in people. I believe in the old adage, what goes around comes around, so it4 behooves an individual to be kind, generous and forgiving. I believe hatred comes back ten fold. Why cannot people understand we must rely on each other? I believe in heaven and hell and distrust any religion where the preacher drives an expensive car and lives in a million dollar home, a politician who enters service an average Joe and becomes a millionaire on my dime. Countries who terrorize their people in the name of their God and Countries who go to war for profit.
I guess I went on a tangent and am tired of the hypocrisy of the world. I hope I see good changes before I die. Let us do it right!
I love mornings after our rain storm. The cloud formations make my imagination fly. The sun rises slowly over the eastern skies and sometimes succumb to the clouds and only the red outline appears. During the course of the early morning white-gray storm clouds appear. I like watching animals form in the clouds.
I remember when I was ten years old laying on our lawn my Father was proud of and challenging my sister to find more animals than I. Did you play those kind of games as kids? Sometimes in our mighty windstorms on the mountain in San Luis, Costa Rica we can see animals form on the trees limbs and leaves. One night as the sunset begins the shadows hit the trees as the monsters appeared. Large dog that looked like it would lunge down from our tallest tree as the wind blew furiously as my girlfriend would look for more. Off in a distance she saw a Horst gallopping away from a wolf and a snake attacking a bird. My, How our imaginations would fly.
I remember as a six year old I was afraid to go into my closet at night. The moon would shine off the trees and make a figure that looks like a monster. I would not sleep,but hide under my covers. My Dad came in to check on me and asked if I was alright. I said the monster wanted to eat me. We had watched a movie called Them about giant ants attacking humans. My Dad lowers the blinds and the monster disappeared for another day.
Have you had experiences where you imagination got the better of you. To this day I do not like walking in the darkest area without a flash light. I love great movies like Wait Until Dark that Let shades, sounds, and sudden movements in the dark that scares the heck out of you. I hope my books make your imagination fly or wish you could take such an adventure. Summertime is a good time to stack new books for your vacation. Check out my bookstores below and happy reading.
It has been relatively quiet in San Luis, Costa Rica while the rest of the world seems to be struggling. North Korea is launching rockets while in The USA the continue slaughter of innocence continues. Virginia,Texas, and other states are having mass murders from demented souls. Even the newsless New Zealand had a mass murder. What the hell is going on? Is the Devil ceasing controll over our minds. Where is God? Where is the demand to find these killers before an attack happens again.
I read this morning where President Trump wants to make Mexico control the exit of their people. He proposed a tax on Mexico and his party is up in arms. Where is the unity of the party and what suggestions do they have to help the President? It is a mad, mad, world out there.
The fact is we love the Mexican people, but why can’t one of the riches mineral deposit countries in the world, Mexico, help their poor people? Why is it the President’t or The USA responsible for their care? California is over taxing it’s people so the illegals can be cared for. Is it fair to Californians to follow the choices of a few?
Texas is angry because they feel the choices they need to make is too tough and strict. I have not heard Texas come up with a viable plan to stop Illegal immigration, but they want to complain about the efforts their President is trying to accomplish.
The picture above is a symbol of world unity where countries come together to help each other or is that a dream or a distant memory. The skies are cloudy and grey today as the rainy season begins. Seventy-five degrees and humid and Lake Arenal is calm, relaxing and a joy. I watch the welder work on our terrace as he shapes the metal Pergola. Wood falls to decay too quickly in Costa Rica and the welder is doing an exceptional job.
The property is developing quickly as we apply for a permit to build our dream house. We almost stopped the project because we love the Cabina we built. Once we finish the house, the Cabina will be a source of income. Life is great! Pura Vida!
It is amazing what a few weeks of rain does to a garden. Corina and I were getting frustrated with our efforts to grow plants. The Cannons looked almost dead at the end of summer; No matter how much we watered. Then we were asked to conserve water during our drought so we began to recycle water that we use. We added two water tanks and the smallest is full of rain 💦.
Now our garden is flourishing, but now we fight leaf eater ants, grasshoppers, crickets and all sorts of plant eaters like An armadillo, iguanas 🦎 and Little Black ants that like to bite my feet 🦶. What do you do? It is a beautiful morning as we wage our fight against Mother nature’s beasts. I love to sit on my block wall and watch the beautiful sunrise and marvel at God’s finery. I love my garden and spray soapy water on the plants to persuade the ants to leave. Even moths are getting into the act. Flies are laying eggs in some plants 🌱 which surprised 😮 me.
We continue construction of our property as we begin once more with an updated plan. A new permit is needed since our year has elapsed. The cabina took eleven months and the house will take a year to build. We have sacrificed a lot to build considering our budget leaves us no money to travel. I do not mind because our view is fabulous.
How can I complain because I am on a five year vacation. How do you like the view from my lazy boy type Costa Rican chair. Soon the contractor will arrive to begin an early morning construction. Rains will begin at three p.m. It has been a nice 👍 day of no rain and we hope to accomplish a lot before the rain begins. Filling in the terrace with three dump truck loads of dirt and finishing the pergola is our objective. I woke up at two this morning and could not fall back to sleep. The dangers of going to bed at eight p.m. and waking five hours later. I got up at three a.m. amd began to write my second short story book. Started chapter twenty after forty-five thousand words. Half way done with the book, I like to write about eighty thousand words. I do not like to sound boring or distract readers with too many words.
Charlie, my third in my series of the McLaughlin family saga which includes The Man With A Limp and The Chameleon returns will be published and availiable soon. Why don’t you give them a summer reading? EBooks as low as $2.99, am I out of my mind? Check out my bookstore below. Thank you for your time.
“Harry, you have laboratory connections, and do you have a fingerprint kit?” Ask Lucky. “Yes, I still do bit work for the department, and I can get access, Lucky. I told my ex-boss we might be working together.” “Outstanding! I believe an important robbery is going to take place and someone needed help and forced Thomas to help them. Jack, hook our PC to Thomas’s equipment and get on Thomas’s Facebook page and see if he left us a message,” Says Lucky. Lucky and Harry investigate the room thoroughly and find pieces of hair and skin around on the counter, bed, couches in Thomas’s home. It is very apparent Thomas put up a fight. Harry leaves as Jack checks the Facebook page and finds a coded message to the Chameleon: Had a Great time at the Computer Convention, new equipment that is Diamonds in the rough. Our country is Safe with the new Technology. I will be home on Wednesday. Hope to see you soon.
Lucky and Jack study the message and know that it was sent on Thursday. Thomas sent it from a different location. Somehow, he sent it under his kidnapper’s nose. “Today is Saturday, I believe the robbery will be on Wednesday, so we need to find where the diamonds are.”
The Chameleon Returns
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