Friendship

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Lulu and Lala

What is friendship? According to my Wikipedia:

Friendship is a relationship of mutual affection between people.[1] Friendship is a stronger form of interpersonal bond than an association.

Although there are many forms of friendship, some of which may vary from place to place, certain characteristics are present in many types of such bonds. Such characteristics include affection; kindness, love, virtue, sympathy, empathy, honesty, altruism, loyalty, mutual understanding and compassion, enjoyment of each other’s company, trust, and the ability to be oneself, express one’s feelings to others, and make mistakes without fear of judgment from the friend.

I thought that Wikipedia has a wonderful explanation of what friendship is and how it can endure for years. I have friendships that are lasting thirty-forty-fifty years. I have many acquaintances, but few friends. My puppies 🐶 are true friends. I come home they are eager to see me, with their tails wagging and jumping on me to get affection. When we sit and relax, they want to sit on my lap, lick my face and hug me. When I need to reprimand them for doing something they were not supposed to do in order to protect them, they do not hide or hold it against me. They wag their tales and jump on my lap. Maybe it is asking for forgiveness or maybe a natural bond of loving dogs have to give. I talk to them constantly and the dogs follow me where I travel.

I can count on my hand my true friends. Those people who stuck by me when I made mistakes, maybe not treated them as well as they expected, but they forgave me my sins. When I made good money they had fun with me. When I had no money, they stuck by me. When I lost a brother they were there to sympathize with me. When my wife died they held my hand as my family did. I lost friends because when I was young I made terrible decisions that haunted me all my life, but my true friends hung in our relationship until I grew up. Did I hurt them at times? Yes, and I asked them for their forgiveness and they forgave me. I took care never to repeat my poor decisions and returned their loyalty with love.

Friendship is a bond, a kinship, a commaradire that flows through the years. An understanding you will be there in time of need. A sense of goodness, kindness and at times correcting ones behavior if it is doing harm. Going against the many when you see a friend in need. A friend makes mistakes that many may see as unforgivable, because they do not know the whole truth. You do and you go against what others think. You stand by your friend until the truth is revealed.

Charish your close friends and honor them with understanding, kindness and loyalty. Your rewards will be boundless. Like Lala and Lulu you friends will be there.

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Friends

Lifelong

Chapter Seventeen
You are Not Forty Anymore
This last trip exhausted Lucky and Jack, it took two weeks to recover. The whole story did not come out to their wives. Individual portions of the trip, like
the warfare, fifty millimeters, eight gun bouts, etc.; Only the excitement of the voyage. Jack and Lucky are sitting in lucky’s office contemplating the future.
“You know we’re are not forty anymore,” says Jack.
“I know! I was tired after that voyage and made sure we flew home. I thought the pirate group would be smaller. Who knew the Don had almost thirty men? Maybe we should have called the maritime police first before we went to the cove,” Says Lucky.
“Fortunately, the cruise ship was small and under capacity; only eighty clients instead of two hundred or so. Thank god for off season, maybe that is why the Don took the ship,” Says Jack.
“We need to take on less difficult work or call it quits. It could have gone wrong and our friends hurt,” Says a weary Lucky.

Excerpt from the Chameleon Returns by TM Nugent

 

 

Communication

This picture give me a sense of community, solidarity, and the idea of communication.

Monkey And Frog

She used her tokens in many ways
A brilliant idea on lonely days
She was creative in spicing our lives
she knew how to energize

She had a frog with spring loaded hands
which she would put on my night stand
in it’s hands was a love token
it said good for one hug

And a word need not be spoken
I would get into bed give her a gentle tug
I would give her a kiss and a gentle hug
in the morning when I was a sleep

She would get up and not make peep
Over to the vanity she would go
There was the monkey asking for a toll
In itʼs spring loaded hands was a token

Good for one kiss
No words were ever spoken
If you want a marriage to last
A simple monkey and frog is up for the task

Always freely give your kisses and hugs

Some people will say this is a corny Idea, but does it seem like A method was used to communicate? Communication is the art of expressing ones feelings and voice to another in order to enhance understanding. There was a time in our marriage, Marian and I were like islands far apart. Unable to communicate properly, working long hours, she had weekends off while I worked. Many nights I was home after she was in bed.

Too much work, too much parting after work took its toll on our marriage. I was the culprit and had to make changes in my life. Luckily Marian was an extraordinary Individual and changed my way of doing things. She was a proactive individual who saw through my loneliness ( I am sure she was lonely) and began to communicate with the use of those two stuff toys, the monkey and the frog. Soon my excesses slowed down as she asked for more of my time. Partying stopped, no more over drinking excuses like your asleep when I get home after work. I would come home at midnight and my wife would be asleep on our love seat. I would pick her up and take us to bed. Always she would say, “I love You”.

I would find sticky notes everywhere. In my car, on the refrigerator,(her favorite sticky note spot), in my underwear drawer, anywhere she would think I would look. Her skill to communicate in a positive fashion, kept our marriage alive. It made me want to be the same way. We began going out at night on her work days, on my days off; making sure I played golf without getting drunk. We began to enjoy our marriage of thirty-eight years.  Marian passed away at fifty-eight years old. My companion of forty-two years was gone. I thanked God for changing my attitude, or was it Marian who led the class?

If you love someone, you find away to have a better relationship. Pura Vida!

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Love

Relationship

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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Is this the way of the world?

IMG_3904I believe a rainbow is one of the most beautiful, relaxing escapes of nature. After a heavy rainstorm I look forward to looking at a rainbow and feel disappointed when it does not appear. Lately it seems like the world needs a few extra rainbows. I am ready to chuck my Facebook pages and become a hermit. I cannot believe the promotion of negative politics, hate, racism, call to action to cause riots and wars. What have we become in our society today when an actress thinks she can cause havoc with our country? Do not people think for themselves or are they guided like the pied piper syndrome? Listen to my music and follow me to hell. How do those shows exist in our society that promote attacks on celebrities in an orchestrated attack to make money? Why did not the celebrity stand up and walk away instead of listening to that tirade? By the way the comedian looked ridiculously hateful.

What do you think? I am tired of excerpts being cut from interviews to bend a point of view. Do you feel the same as I do? What people do not understand is the power of kindness, understanding, and the ability to sift through all the BS. Do I have to spell it out? In order to eliminate hate, prejudice, and anger in the world, you cut the head off the snakes. Those who promote hate within their race are wrong! Period, do not give them a forum to speak. Cut off their beloved program, stop electing hate promoters who promise something for nothing and never deliver.

FB is a great media platform, but I am tired of people promoting negative  👎 stories. I hate politics, because it is a platform to promote negativity. Where are the Mr. Smith’s in Washington that promote a moral agenda? Those people who wish to help our country, not tear it down. When was the last time you saw a news program that showed a young black boy running into a burning apartment to save an elderly white woman who is trapped? A white man pulling an Asian man from a horrible car accident and giving him CPR and saving his life. No, news needs to show how people are murdered everyday in Las Vegas, Detroit Michigan, or New Orleans, Louisiana. Have we become that cullused and disingenuous in our nature that we do not like stories with rainbows?

*Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi/Quotes

Where there is love there is life.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.

The heart is the gateway to your soul. Open it with love and prosper. Press the link below for my bookstore:

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Love

Country

Fell from the Sky

Angel, you fell from the sky.
You felt my sorrow; you heard my cry.
You touched my shoulder, and I was not alone.
In time of death, the angel shows,

“Show the way through the light.
Show me to my husband’s flight.
Bring me to my family and friends.
Do not desert me at the end.

I led a good life, raised my family well.
Eighty-nine years is quite a spell:
Seen a world war and two police actions,
Saw polio vaccinations have a positive reaction,

Outlived my husband and three sisters,
Independence with no assistance.
Three daughters live close by,
Children I can rely.

Angel, you fell from the sky.
You felt my sorrow, heard my cry
You touched my shoulder, and I was not alone.
A little more time, I am not ready to go.
Thank you, angel.”

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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Costa Rica

838233F7-0DF4-4240-B9D8-D5660421408EPura Vida! Goes without saying; it is a way of life, the good life. Last year the man in the cart passed away after a long life. It is a causal life of cattle, chickens, horses and goats that line the Caminó. Any given day you could be driving highway one forty -two with its many curves, and need to stop as the ranchers are changing pastures for the cows and bulls to eat. Cattle are always grazing alongside the road. A car will drive by and flash its lights to warn you of a couple of loose horses or cows are in the middle of the road, beware.

The Man in the picture, in the cart was a neighbor I never met, but I regularly saw his son, a furniture maker of good quality, who  receives good prices for his cabinets, tables or chairs. He will make any kind of furniture with the type of Costa Rican wood you prefer: Laurel,Guanacaste,Cedro,Caobilla,Níspero de montaña; all fabulous madera (wood) that would make exquisite furniture. I am making a bed in cedro, which is a cedar woood. The man in the picture was riding to Nuevo Arenal, ten minute drive to the heart of the small town. Costa Rican’s are big with parades on holidays. Every year the town includes the local horsemen in their parades. One year they road past our house on our dirt road, ten feet from my house. I thought it was awesome the way the dancing horses performed as they would stop and show us their riding skills.

My favorite part of living in Costa Rica is the early morning sounds of the birds and monkeys. At four-thirty in the morning the yellow breasted birds a singing. Six-thirty the monkeys bark as some early morning delivery trucks make a racket the monkeys do not like. The dogs are searching  the garbage for food. We have an abundance of stranded  dogs; You want one?

I like to write in the early morning hours as My girlfriend is sleeping. It is very peaceful as I write and look out at Lake Arenal. It is rainy season and it came early. Major hurricanes in the Caribbean, Atlantic, and Pacific Oceans. We usually get the aftermath of those storms. I was told we are having January type weather in July; very heavy rain , days at a time. Last night it rained all night with high winds knocking fruit off the mango trees and pounding on the roof of our small house. We listen to the weather station for road closures as the hillsides tend to cause landslides that take hours to clear. We wait for clearing skies before we traverse out this time of year. I love the smell of rain after the storms. You can smell the green clean invirionment. I do see progress coming to Quanacaste Province, but I hope the government keeps it under controll. I wake up to freshness, no stale smell of too many cars, trucks and industry.

I very seldom travel out of my area; maybe a ride to Liberia for the airport, or electronics. It is an hour and a half away from Aguacate. I never go to San Jose, it is too crowded for me. I left smog and traffic in the States and like the peace and quiet of Costa Rica. Las Vegas, my house had commercial planes flying over it every two minutes. I never hear a plane in Aquacate. A large truck a couple of times a day or a cow mooing. Crime is non existent; a man was found dead in San Jose, the only murder in Costa Rica this year. Las Vegas had murders every night and you wonder why I moved to Costa Rica.

Costa Rica is not for everyone. Good, I do not like a large population, I do not get lonely. There is too much to accomplish here. I am almost done with my little Cabina and hope to move in by September. Pura Vida! Find your good life! Thanks! Press the link below for my bookstores.

Life 

Love

Cambria
i am all alone in our favorite town
i walk the beach trying not to frown
working at being alive is a difficult task
I wear different types of mask

staying at our favorite place
still avoiding the human race
no cell phone or tv
just a book for me to read

I sit outside at the Moonlight Grill
as the sun set it made life feel real
it brought back memories of better days
together we watched the sunset waves

i miss your sunset eyes
the blue and orange of the sunset skies
i want to wake up with the morning dew
feeling i was the best for you

look down on me and smile
know that I will be with you in a little while
I want the world to know
that that you own my soul

i love you”

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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Travels

understanding

I like to travel, how about you? I look forward to seeing smiling faces and conversation about peoples exciting adventures, but alas, the human race tried to discourage my excitement about travel. Grouching woman, crying children crashed down on my parade. Never the less, I kept my cheerful 😀 attitude which seemed to anger people more. Go figure!

Starting in Liberia, Costa Rica and the ever happy security team. I believe no one dares to smile in front of Those grouches. Tired, exhausted 💤 travelers weary from continued nights Of revelry, snored away the rest of their vacations. Hence, silence in the midst of flight. Thank God for Words with friends, the WiFi driven word game of communication.

Houston was a major disappointment. They took grouchy to another level. Some people seemed to be put out when I tried to have a conversation. One  ☝️ woman escaped to the arms of her hubby, thinking I was a dirty old man. I had to laugh at her worried look on her face as she whispered into her husband’s ear. His menacing looks turned to a red face when I laughed at him and his demeanor. I can not help myself, being friendly is part of my retired persona. I like to talk, innocent banter from a boomer.

I sit alone writing my blog, wondering what happened to a cheerful America. Was it a fabulous holiday weekend that exhausted everyone? I flew back to the states for my brothers wedding. At sixty-one years of age, Steve has fallen, heads over heels  👠 For Toddy. Six months he refurbished his home for his love ❤️ ( he did an awesome job) and had the wedding at his house. Sixty friends and family converged on Steve’s home and we had a wonderful day; everyone was smiling and happy. It was a welcome change to see all the smiling, happy faces. It rolled over to my last few days, a great barbecue to end my visit.

Houston made a turnaround; Smiling stewards, stewardesses made my trip home to Costa Rica pleasant. Our plane developed an hydraulic leak on the wing, which I quickly let the crew know about. They hide their concern well as we landed in Houston, Texas. I await the arrival of my jet to Liberia as I close my blog. Lesson learned, not everyone enjoys vacations,( unpleasant thought) as I curb my enthusiasm. Enjoy life! Smile often and read a good book. Understanding has gotten good reviews and you may enjoy the read. Press the link below for my bookstore, Thank you.

Smile

Music

Listen to the music in nature,
The swishing of wheat in the pasture,
The wind blowing through the mountains,
The waterfalls fluid fountain.

The endless chimes of the whispering leaves,
The smell that grass brings,
The cymbals of river rocks,
The rhythm of the woodpecker’s knocks.

Mocking bird’s imitation,
All gives rise to our musical imagination.
I love to sit on a river,
Listening as nature delivers.

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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Living in Costa Rica

IMG_4192I love living in Costa Rica; I live in Aguacate in the middle of the rain forest. Lots and lots of rain, today it is raining ☔️ and I do not see it letting up. The picture is of our dogs, LuLu and LaLa, they are pretty obedient to our commands. Unlike many of the dogs in Aguacate who roam the roads like warlords demanding food because the owners do not feed them.

Yesterday was a beautiful sunny 😎 day; It was broken up by a pickup roaring up our dirt hill. A hill that is difficult to climb unless you have a four wheel truck which you still need a head start in the rain to make that climb. It is a neighbor with a regular pick up that is always charging the hill. Yesterday that truck claimed the life of a seven month old puppy 🐶 that roamed our yard. It was the neighbors dog, who would leave it alone to roam while they visit family. We began to give the dog treats, then food, because it was hungry. It was a cute little dog but was too hyper for our dogs or we would have asked to take the dog.

Like the other roamers in the neighborhood, Lee Lee (the nickname we gave the dog) darted out into the road to chase the truck and misjudged his path, Yelp! No thud from the truck, just gravel spitting out of the rear end tires. The driver continues his drive up the hill. He never stopped to see what he hit, or did he feel the puppy smashing under his tire? The driver did not walk back down to check on the dog, did not go to my neighbors house to explain the accident. What do you think? Was his actions cowardly indifference or silence because he did not hear the dog Yelp?

It is one of the things I dislike about Costa Rica; the indifference the people have towards their dogs.  If they get tired of the animal, they will drive miles away and leave the dogs on the side of the road. I have heard of Americans, unable or unwilling to take their dogs home to the USA; leaving them in the road. It angers me to know that Lee Lee is dead because the owner did not teach it to stay in the yard or build a small fence to keep it in. Is it a matter of Dollar and cents? It could be, it is a young family with three kids and they have a low monthly income. I built a wire fence to keep dogs out, but most importantly keep my dogs in the yard.

Soon Corina and I will move to San Luis; We have spent money 💰 on a chain link fence and concrete to keep our dogs safe. Our little dogs are our pets, our family, not guard dogs that roam neighborhood for food 🥘. How about you? Do you keep your dogs safe? Pura Vida! Press the link below for my bookstores, Thank you 😊

Dogs

Puppy

 

CHAPTER 10
Mustafa Mohammed Kassab

It is a beautiful day; crispy air, A good start for a Saturday brunch of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and homemade croissants. Lucky is well enough to start running again and get back to his work. The group is at Pierre’s Cafe and are enjoying an early afternoon brunch. In front of Lucky is an investigation report given to him by Charles. A new figure in terrorism has appeared, Mustafa Mohammed Kassab. Mustafa stands six feet-three inches tall. He has long brown hair, brown eyes and a scar across his neck. An enemy attacked him while he was asleep; he killed his attacker before the attacker finished the job. It was an attempt to take over the cell. No one has ever heard of such an action before. A leader is picked by Isis to do a job, and everyone follows his lead. CIA is happy to see this dysfunction in a terrorist cell, but the service is a bit confused because they know the ruthlessness of Mustafa. He is big, powerful and demands loyalty or death. He is a perfect leader for Isis.
“I do not want to sound prejudiced, but he looks immaculate for a terrorist.” Says Jack.
“It says here he graduated from Harvard with a law degree in international affairs. Mustafa is clean shaven, intelligent and ruthless. He led an Isis group to five towns and massacred the people for not following Isis. He is going to be hard to find and stop.” Says Lucky.

Excerpt from- The Man With A Limp

T M Nugent-Author

 

Developing a Character

Take us to the bomb area Captain,” says Lucky.
“Has anyone looked at the videos Captain?” asked Jack.
“Yes, we see a young woman dressed in a hijab and an abaya, the
traditional dress of an Iraqi woman. She appears to be a black woman. She walks up to one of the tellers and seems to ask for the President of the bank. We see the cashier walk to the Presidents office. He leaves the office and walks to the glass partition to talk to the woman, and the bomb goes off. The woman disappears in the flash of the explosion, and the President is bounced over a desk and lands unconscious against the wall, twenty feet away from the blast area. The bullet proof wall saved his life; although he is in critical condition.”
“Can you see her trigger the bomb?” Jack ask.
“No, it is not visible from the view of the cameras,” says the Captain. The group arrives at the bomb Center, and Jazz cannot believe her
eyes. The devastation one person can make is overwhelming for her. She weeps seeing the body parts bagged on the bank floor. Human parts: brains, ears, legs, arms and hands; blood splattered on the ceiling, floor and walls mixed with dirt, plastic and metal. Jazz tells Jack she needs to step outside for some fresh air. Friends, relatives have raced to the bank to check on loved ones who work or use the bank. It has been a long day since the bombing, and the clean up is a slow process. Bagging and tagging to figure out what exactly happened at the bank. Jack walks out to check on Jazz,
“Are you, ok Honey?”

img_0001Hello 👋

How are my friends doing today? I would like some feedback on how my readers would like me to portray my main characters. Do the main characters need to be strong men or woman? Does it depend on the storyline, what the character evolves into? Can the hero show moments of weakness, sympathy, or can the person be cold and indifferent 😕?

As a writer of Police type adventure, I like to develop strong characters who show different emotions at different times. Joy, when their first child is born. Anger when his family is threaten. Bravery in time of crisis and an innate instinct for survival. In my book, The Man with a Limp, Lucky has the ability to work with people who is smarter than him. A computer person who solves problems Lucky cannot fathom an answer; he puts his trust in this person to find an answer.

An ex intelligence officer who becomes his best friend, who follows him through hell and back. A woman, beautiful, loving, as tough as Lucky is strong, and an FBI agent he meets during a case. Lucky falls in love and the agent and Lucky start a family. Sometimes Lucky is uncaring and ruthless in order to dispatch the most dangerous killers. Is this what you want in a hero? I am always open to new character development.

In my new book, The Chameleon Returns, Lucky McLaughlin continues to rescue people from evil criminals. He wishes to convict the killers legally; unlike his Father, who was more of an assassin to finish what the legal system would not conclude. Brooks McLaughlin would use any means at his disposal to finish the job. Brooks MacLaughlin was a genius in disguise, and frustrating to police and the FBI, because he left no evidence, no finger prints, shell casing, no skin fragments which the law enforcement could use against him.

Lucky worked at bringing law enforcement into each case and got to know the most important people in charge of each case. Lucky would ensure law enforcement is accredited for each solved case. He never asked for notoriety; He preferred to be on the sideline looking in. Is this the kind of hero you like to have an adventure with?

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Lucky

 

“Take us to the bomb area Captain,” says Lucky.
“Has anyone looked at the videos Captain?” asked Jack.
“Yes, we see a young woman dressed in a hijab and an abaya, the
traditional dress of an Iraqi woman. She appears to be a black woman. She walks up to one of the tellers and seems to ask for the President of the bank. We see the cashier walk to the Presidents office. He leaves the office and walks to the glass partition to talk to the woman, and the bomb goes off. The woman disappears in the flash of the explosion, and the President is bounced over a desk and lands unconscious against the wall, twenty feet away from the blast area. The bullet proof wall saved his life; although he is in critical condition.”
“Can you see her trigger the bomb?” Jack ask.
“No, it is not visible from the view of the cameras,” says the Captain. The group arrives at the bomb Center, and Jazz cannot believe her
eyes. The devastation one person can make is overwhelming for her. She weeps seeing the body parts bagged on the bank floor. Human parts: brains, ears, legs, arms and hands; blood splattered on the ceiling, floor and walls mixed with dirt, plastic and metal. Jazz tells Jack she needs to step outside for some fresh air. Friends, relatives have raced to the bank to check on loved ones who work or use the bank. It has been a long day since the bombing, and the clean up is a slow process. Bagging and tagging to figure out what exactly happened at the bank. Jack walks out to check on Jazz,
“Are you, ok Honey?”

 

 

For the People!

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As a Nation of diverse People, How do you feel about our flag? Does the complaining Foreigners who seek asylum, bother you when they say our flag makes them feel uncomfortable 😣 in our public arenas such as schools, parks and government buildings? Should we say the pledge of allegiance in every school in America? What is the responsibility of all new nationalities that wish to enter our Republic of the United States 🇺🇸 Of America?

Why have we, in the USA-pander to the outrageous attitude of some Foreigners? If the flag makes you uncomfortable go back to the nation you are afraid to live in and stare at their flag. If you wish to raise your flag in our country, it is set on a pole below the Flag of the United States 🇺🇸. It is great that you love your country, but why are you here unless you wish to start a new life of independence away from the country that subjugates your life to harm and repression by the state or are you here to suppress, deny, Americans to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?

My beautiful wife became an American Citizen. She came to the States with her family and we met in High School. We married and my wife became an integral part of my family , melding into the ways of our country. My wife wanted a say in what the country wanted to do for their people’s and became a citizen of the United States so she could have a say. She loves her Canada, but she no longer lives in Canada 🇨🇦. She felt she needed to support her new residence. My wife passed away in two thousand and eight, she never missed the opportunity to vote. Do you not believe every immigrant should become citizens if the wish to stay in the greatest country in the world?

Immigrants must show loyalty to our flag and our country, no exceptions. The entrance to our country is the border gates, the airport terminals, ship terminals, but they must go through immigration. They can stay for ninety days and leave. If they wish to stay they must file for a visa, good for two years. It is a green card that can be extend to seven years and it is called a temporary residency. At the end of that period they apply for a citizenship. The first visa cost twenty-five hundred dollars. The seven year green card is five hundred dollars, and the citizenship document is one hundred dollars. The immigrants must have a job, a sponsor, and no criminal record from their naturalize country to be entered into the USA 🇺🇸. If they cannot show an income, retirement or work , then they must leave, no exceptions.

Every person living or visiting the USA must follow our laws and Constitution. Why should the requirements be any different than our neighboring countries? I like Costa Rica and spend a great deal of time here. I love America, but to stay a significant time in Costa Rica, I needed a residency and I paid for it, twenty-five hundred dollars to stay here for two years. I have a Costa Rican driver’s license and I follow their laws. Isn’t that the best way ? Are you not tired of having to take a back seat to people who wish to destroy the USA. I feel it is a privilege to have been born in the United States of America, my Dad fought in WWll to keep us free, I served as a Vietnam ERA veteran and I am proud of our Country,USA. Are you?

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Costa Rica

Lost

I do not live in the past.
My memories will always last.
With old age, I have become more reclusive,
Not willing to join clubs that are inclusive.

Sometimes I seem to be lost.
I guess it comes with a cost.
My friends say I am not the same person,
That they remember a happier version.

I have no answer for my friends.
I never was one to pretend.
I live every day the best I can.
I ask nothing from any man.

I have few friends,
These I do depend.
Their honesty is always reassuring,
Keeps our lives alive and alluring.

I wish no one any harm.
I wish to avoid confrontational alarm.
Life is too short for strife
Or butting into other people’s lives.

I live in peace and quiet;
Solitude is a science.
My Harley is my temple;
It helps me stay simple.

Open in God’s nature,
It is my kind of rapture.
Sometimes I seem to get lost.

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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My Dogs are Spoiled

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LuLu and LaLa

Are you one of those dog lovers that let their little dog sit on your lap when you are driving? Do you feed them scraps as you are eating dinner 🥘? Do you let them jump up at you when you  arrive home after leaving them at home 🏡? Then you get angry when they jump at friends when they visit you? “Duh!” Do you let them sit on your lap as you watch Television? Sucker! Fun isn’t it? Until you start reestablishing their training and you find out how stubborn the dogs have become.

Dogs are everywhere in Costa Rica; There must be eight to ten dogs running loose in Aguacate, Costa Rica. We live one hundred yards from highway 142. I sit and watch the cars dodge dogs everyday. My dogs are in our yard of our rental and cannot run to the highway. I paid five hundred dollars and had the property manager have a man build us a fence made of wire and tree limbs. After two years the large branches are beginning to rot and they need to be replaced, but I do not wish to do that because I hope to be in our Cabina by July. The fence keeps our dogs  safe and Corina happy. We open the gate for them to run done the stairs to the field. Five o’clock is the last pee break, and the dogs are very good about getting ready for beddy-bye for mighty night, goofy aren’t we dog lovers?

Yesterday LaLa decided to go on the dirt road. That is a broken rule and she wanted to ignore me. They are not allowed to leave the yard and they have been very good listeners. LaLa got excited about six dogs chasing a pickup truck with two dogs in the back of the truck , barking their arrival. I yelled,

”LaLa!No! LaLa stops and stares back at me and I whistle. She defiantly stares at me and I start walking towards her and she jumps back into the yard to a swat on the butt and No!No!No! I tell her to get into the house and she jams to her sister on the porch a they stand and stare at me. A loud,”Well!” And they scurry into the house. Looks like five years old and they want there own way. Does that sound familiar?

LaLa and LuLu are good dogs, but have Corina and I watching them all the time. It is the first time one of the dogs have ventures onto the dirt road. Oh, there have been many attempts to do it, but a whistle or a no generally stops the mischievousness. We maybe overly protective, but a day does not go by without an animal being crushed on the highway 142. Our neighbor has three dogs that run wild. It is the Costa Rican way of living with dogs. The dogs are trained to stay within the limits of the dirt road and the busy highway. We have become friendly with two of their dogs which visits us often.

One of the dogs is a cute black and white mix who is a hyper little dog that drives LuLu to growling at her to live Lulu alone. It is amazing how one little dog can cause our dogs fits. It got to the point that LuZlu would not go outside and take a potty break because she got tired of running away from the youngster. I try not to laugh, but LuLu is hilarious with the puppy. It has gotten to the point where I pick up the puppy and LuLu can run down stairs and do her thing.

I bet some of you dog lovers have great stories to tell. Give me a poke on FB and let me know about your adventures. I have written several poems about my dogs. In my book, Poems From Costa Rica, you can read about their antics. Pura Vida! Press the link below for the bookstore:

LaLa and LuLu

Lala and Lulu and the Armadillo
The Armadillo was on the lawn
Minding his own business
Having a stretch and yawn
Enjoying the bright morning sun

When suddenly who should appear
Lala and Lulu following from the rear
Two rambunctious little dogs
Eager to tag along

Barking and pestering from inches away
Biting at the armadillo’s tail asking him to play
Slowly, cautiously he starts to move
Lala swats at his legs, he turns to show he disapproves

Then he darts to the bushes to hide
Vanishing before their eyes
Lala on one side, Lulu the other
Search the bush for their new found brother

Frantically they search to find their friend
Only to realize their play has come to an end
Mister Armadillo escaped through the fence
Using a very smart defense

He had scurried down to end through a hole
Too small for the dogs to follow
Bark,bark they would call out
Asking the armadillo to turn about

He would turn up his tail
Scurry away as the dogs continue to wail
Lala and Lulu would run up and down the fence
Until all their energy had been dispensed

Slowly they trot up the driveway
Still peeking at the fence along the way
Hoping to take one more peek
For the friend they wish to keep

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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The Art of Impression

img_3198How do you convey an idea to your readers? How do you imprint an Idea in the minds of your reader in order to keep them interested with your copy? I like to call it impression of thought. How many descriptive words, adjectives is necessary to convey a sunset, for example. Is the picture above  out of focus or is nature out of focus? Is the sun fading into the darkness?

I work at making an imprint in your mind, such as the water, crystal blue, cascading against the  green moss on the river rock causing an emerald effect on the rainbow waters as the sun glitters on the river’s flow. Is it too much or do you feel the mist of the river water splashing on the moss covered river rock? Are you present on the rivers edge with your toes covered in cool river water?

My goal in writing poetry is to have the reader think of a message I wish to convey or an Idea the reader wishes to Express or interpret. In my short Stories and Novels; I hope the reader is actively involved in the story, even if it is a “You got to be kidding me”. When you read, do you feel you are part of the saga?

In my novel, The Man with a Limp; I want the reader to see a compassionate, giving warrior with a passion for justice. I hope 🤞 I convey this message as you read the book. I hope you do not want to put the book down until You finish reading the entire book. Pura Vida and happy reading 📖.

 Reading

Suddenly there is a massive explosion out on the street. A young boy exploded himself by accident. He walked into a trash bin in an alley and accidentally killed himself and his partner as they tried to exit the alley. What is happening here? Lucky thinks to himself. This terrorism is not Isis; then who is it? Who would want to cause domestic violence? Lucky calls the interrogation building and gives them a heads up that he believes it is domestic terrorism. Homeland does a great job and foils plots in Capitola and Santa Cruz. The event goes on without a hitch, but it will take a few days to identify the terrorist. No one is talking, but background checks are beginning. The Federal Bureau of Investigation and Homeland Security in a team effort raid the homes of Albert Conrad, Stephen Imes, and Mathew Hines. Respected students from well to do families and find bomb-making supplies and equipment. They formed a new group called LACE. LIBERATION AGAINST COUNTER-ESPIONAGE, their parents were arrested and jailed for crimes against the Government. They were arrested because of the monitoring on their Facebook page by the FBI. The Patriot Act allows the government to spy on their people. The parents found that the government wanted to spy on Facebook and random emails and they voiced vehemently about the intrusion of their privacy. They were arrested for using words such as uprising, force, change in government and violent overthrow of the government if necessary to protect our way of life. Reading the constitution and their patriotic rights was a mistake because the parents are in jail for two years now. Their bank accounts were frozen and their children forced out of their parent’s homes. Now in desperation, they fought back. Lucky closes out this chapter in Homeland Security wondering if in the future we can prevent this kind of terrorism. Because of the actions he took to save lives, Lucky is given a Medal of Honor by the Governor of California; the President of the United States gives him the Medal of Honor: the Congressional Medal of Honor for his work. He is on Time Magazine’s cover. He decides to walk away from Homeland Security because he is saddened by the events of the World Triathlon of 2017. His quote is on the front cover: ” I believe great care must be shown in the administration of the Patriot Act. So undue harm is not inflicted on the American people.” Lucky and Max frequent my restaurant. He would become a, best selling author and travel the world doing seminars on counter-terrorism.

Excerpt from The Man With A Limp.