1. Write on blog. It's been too long. So long, in fact, that I had to ID myself before I could get on my page. Find something to say even if it's boring.
2. Post malecón "before and after" photos. Someone might be interested in how the village has changed.
This was taken probably in the 60's. Three or four puestos, no sheltering palms, no houses along the east side, only a couple of hotels, no crowds. Thanks for sending it, Deborah.
Here it is in the 90's. I took this photo the first time we went there. Still pretty bare. Only a few more puestos. Every evening after dinner we walked up and down, greeting other strollers. This was the social heart of the town. Now that heart beats around the TV and internet Alas.
And here it is this year, in April. Trees all grown up, really ugly lighting that replaced the old-fashioned Colonial style street lamps (see top photo), all east-side beach lots built on.
3. Report on LapMac's health. Much better now, thank you, since trip to Apple Doc for check-up. No warts or tumors discovered. The tropics really do a job on that nice shiny case, but it's all polished and ready for another year of hard work. First trip away will be next week; two days in Carmel with sailing pals from DC (not the Nova Scotia pair).
4. Go shopping. Both Mr. C and I decided we needed a bit of retail therapy. Some new duds, shoes, etc. And ditch the hat. You can see why.
5. See doctors for annual checks. All well. One more 6-month check and Mr. C will be on the once-a-year rotation. Good news.
6. Watch movies. I've seen probably a dozen movies, mostly unmemorable, since I've been home ~ 4 weeks now ~ and the Flix® list is long so I have to keep at it. On hand: Winter's Bone, The Company Men, and Maya Lin: A Strong Clear Vision.
7. Read books. Currently reading The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai. It's going to take me awhile. Next up: The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer by Siddhartha Mukherjee. Another long one. Not light summer reading but essential.
So there you have it. A post for the ages, no?