It’s still raining here in Guatemala. It rains here more days than it don’t. Sun shining as you head to town and if you leave your hatches open you will soon get a lesson in drying out your boat. It’s not warm here it’s hot to us gringos that spend winters where you need a coat. Here if it hits70F the heavy coats are out. 80 plus most days in winter then it goes back to just plan hot. There is something that seems to be world wide. There are people that are crazy every where and like to show off how crazy they can be.
Here is a man the locals say just likes to be noticed pushing a wheel-bar around town with flowers and green leaves in the front with just trash in the back. Trash you would notice. Women’s personal stuff. Tied to a rope dragging behind him is just stupid trash like oil cans and a gas can. Behind that is a dead opossum that has been dead for days and then more trash. I ask what he was doing and their response was don’t look at him he will stop and try to talk to you. Was advised too late. I couldn’t get him to leave me alone. Who really wants to talk to a man dragging a dead opossum behind him around town. I have always been an adventurous sole but that’s a bit too far out. Even the few accomplishments in my life I don’t talk about much. Some one will just make it sound less if they can. Trying to get my art career going the curators of the events has told us that our life story will sell more art than my art. People like to have something to talk about hanging on there walls. Artist like Dali. He had an ant eater trained to walk around Pairs on a leash and that curled up waxed mustache. They resumed his body to settle a maternity dispute some time back and they said his waxed mustache was still looking good. Maybe we do need to do something to call attention to us for the sake of art but it want be dragging a dead opossum through town. We have a book we want to sell “having no luck” about always being told I or we are a little out of steep with the rest of the world. That is what the book is about the always being told we are out of step. We have not been to a publisher but have talked to people that have had a book published. It’s always the same. What was your major in college. What is the use in telling them I only finished the eight grade. It’s always the same. You can’t do it. Even with Hemingway people know more about the way he lived than his writing. Even with being dumb it’s always been you are too young and dumb but now it’s you are too old and dumb and who wants to read about how dumb people live anyway. I did have a publisher that publishes books online from England said that all the things we have done in life every one has done that. Nothing new. Flying airplanes traveling on motorbikes, building things like log cabins on a lake and raising our kid there. Designing our own boat and going sailing that is all stuff every body does every day. I guess that is why we love living where people don’t do that kind of stuff and live their lives out simply. Here in town there is no side walks and vendors sell stuff out to the street. Just shopping is an adventure. What you can find with out getting ran over by a cattle truck. Even the food vendors sell hot food up to the white line on the street never cover their food as these big trucks go by with what is always coming off these trucks loaded with cows and what is getting on you some times. Some of the gringos down here won’t eat it but what the hell. I’m dumb Okay. “You can’t taste it.”
Always something to complain about but being born dumb maybe is a blessing. If you don’t know you are dumb unless you’re told it doesn’t hurt. The adventure goes on and for some of us being dumb maybe life is not as complicated as other people that live so much better than we do. I painted another painting of Tweety Bird this week down here and people laugh or smile when they see it. I’m not through with it yet but they are laughing already so maybe it not so bad.
The adventure goes on and I still have Pam with me aboard the old home built Schooner we build “Pamela Ann” named after her. Maybe I will catch an opossum and teach it to walk on a leash. Maybe that will help me sell paintings or better a book. How to live with and trained opossum. That might work.





