Pura Vida!

IMG_3219Living the good life, Pura Vida is a life style worth learning how to live. I have lived in Costa Rica for four years and have become a temporary resident. I have a Costa Rican driver’s license and Drive very little. I bought property in San Luis, a small community ten minutes from Tilaran, Costa Rica. I watched the workers as they build our cabina over the course of one year. Costa Rican’s or Ticos as they like to be called are hard working people. My contractor uses very little heavy equipment and depends on shovels to do the excavation. To level the property we bought fourteen dump truck loads of black dirt. Rich in minerals to help our new plants and vegetable garden.

For that job we rented a tractor to excavate the top of the property. Wages are three to four dollars an hour for laborers and five dollars an hour for electricians and masons. I noticed that workers show very little self motivation. They wait to be told what to accomplish; No initiative to move forward on their own. One actually left the property on his own when he accomplished a task or ran out of material. He called the contractor saying he was going home because he had nothing to do.

Is it bad communication on the contractor or laziness on the worker? There is a lot to do on the property and an eager worker could easily find work to accomplish. The worker is good when he is given a task to accomplish. He is a good family man, likes to farm and grow things. He is good with his hands and is an accomplished electrician, mason and carpenter. I believe if more communication is used he will eagerly finish his tasks.

I watch the life style of the ticos; Many Jahova Witness halls, and Catholic Churches, Every town has a park for the families. Most ticos enjoy rice and beans, the national staple. Families work and play together; the ticos are laid back kind of people who are somewhat over sensitive in personality. They do not like to be told how to do their jobs and are resistant to change. There is a tendency to pout when they are asked to do the job in a different fashion. If you lose your temper with a tico, they walk away and nothing is accomplished. A business will ask you to leave if they think you are overbearing, unreasonable. I like the people of Costa Rica and I have learned how to control my temper if I feel resistance. What good is an unhappy worker and nothing gets accomplished? Yet, I expect a good job to be done.

I sit in my rental contemplating our move to San Luis, Costa Rica. We will make our third load of boxes to our cabina. I am eager to live the good life as I relax and look out at lake Arenal; Read a good book or write my novel. We will relax and build our own furniture, enjoy BBQ’s and have fun. Pura Vida! Press the links below for my bookstores.

Life

Fun

Crossroads
Two intersection actions in life
Places you crossed in the night
An emotional state that meet and collide
A decision that prevents you from hiding

The time to move on and forgive the past
Or a romance you wish to last
Decisions with no compromise
The crossroads you must decide

A permanency
A mental emergency
A desperate act of a confused mind
A depression that leave love ones behind
The cross roads of life
Decide

I am the wild man free
over the country from sea to sea.
I see mountains, hills, canyons and fields across the land,
I see oceans, rivers, lakes bordered with sand.

Forest of big trees and small, orchards, cactus and sage.
Winds, dust, storms and rain venting their rage.”
Moonlight in desert, roads baking in sunshine.
All a part of what’s is mine.
Anna Fitzgerald

Excerpt From
Timothy M. Nugent: A Collection of Poems
Timothy M. Nugent
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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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A Quick Observation I chose

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI chose the picture above because it makes me feel calm. It was taken in September of 2012 as we were riding down the highway. It was a beautiful day as Corina and I enjoyed the comfortable life of the West Coast. I remember how serene it felt with the wind in our face and the warm sun on our bodies. Corina hugged me close and whispered I love you as the smooth vibration of our Harley massaged our bodies to calmness. I felt that serenity leave me as the political unrest began to corrupt our great country. I saw people getting benefits who had not earned them as my benefits began to disintegrate.

It did not help my wife passing away in o8, my neighborhood being invaded by drug manufacturing fanatics. I sold my house in California and moved to Las Vegas Nevada. It is much cheaper to live in Las Vegas; I bought a twenty-eight hundred square foot home for sixty thousand dollars. It is a fixer upper I put about fifteen thousand dollars into repairs. I found this environment even less calming. It is less expensive, but the crime rate is high. Every night someone gets murdered, so I searched for a calmer place to live. I found Lake Arenal in Costa Rica.

I still own my home in Nevada and will be visiting the USA in March for my taxes. I like the serenity I found in Lake Arena, a community of kindness and hard working people who do not expect “hand outs” from the Government. I see people who are poor, living in tin shacks, working to stay alive. Selling breads, pots and pans, scrap metal, never asking for a dime. They live on property handed down from generation to generation. There are wealthy, middle income, and the poor living together, helping each other survive.

The farmers, a lot of family farmers sell their produce at Féria’s, Mercado’s, and they even knock on your door. I have a woman who has whole chickens  🐓 who delivers to my door for five mil (10 bucks). A farmer and his wife delivers our produce with kindness and acceptance. I feel welcomed in this Country.

I listened to the State of the union Address, and I found it encouraging. Yet, the President never mentioned anything about changing the national debt. We heard a lot of noise about the historic accomplishments his administration has accomplished through bi-lateral agreements with the opposing party. Together we can become strong. Hogwash! USA newspaper took pictures of the opposing party, the once in control legislators. Every one in the auditorium stood up for the Presidents high points except the lower right rows of the elitist. The camera swooped in on their dismal, unconcerned faces who make their money off the middle class and the poor. You could see the contempt in one woman leader. It was obvious she was going to fight the president, damned if it was good for the people. I am a white man tired of the ways of the USA government. I do not know how it is to be black, green or yellow.  I love my country called the United States of America, but I became tarnished by the rich elite who prey on the poor. The blacks who get hurt by a President’s remark about their fatherland, Africa. I am tired of the disrespect given to our flag and the response by the American public who idly sit by while they do it. Where is the uproar, is it because it is a piece of cloth?Tell it to our founding Fathers, our Soldiers who have died to keep us and other countries safe from evil. If you think 🤔 it will change you are mistaken; one man can not change sixty years of criminality, because the people who rule the democratic oligarch will fight to keep themselves at a higher level than you. Look at the faces in Congress during the speech, contempt , hate, resentment. Do not look at the media who promotes fear, hate and anguish. Look for yourself, it is as plain as black and white, there is no gray. One man is not an island, you need a tribe to carry a nation. The State of the Union was an eye opener, just an observation. Pura Vida!

Freedom

Senseless

Sometimes I doubt God
At times when my country lets me down.
Three hundred thousand foreclosures were allowed.
The devil has us covered in a shroud,

A shroud of moral starvation.

Thousands of jobless and homeless in our nation,
Congress unable to make decisions;
A slice of the pie is their revisions.

Sometimes I doubt God.
It seems like he has forgotten
We hunger for guidance,
We hunger for reliance.

We ask for nothing.
We want leaders with gumption.
Keep your socialist propaganda.
We want a capitalistic agenda.

Your programs are senseless.”

It is senseless.

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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Watch out! Here I come!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Work

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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