This is my Rasmus/Marleyite buddy Razz J. You may recall that last time I saw him he was standing on his head down on the Mayawalk and I didn’t recognize him even when he called out to me, “What’s up, Pastor Paul?” He was wearing a tie for Mardi Gras and Marley Day observances and so I didn’t snap to who it was right off. Saw him around market yesterday and he says, “You getting big around the girth there, man; you need to get off the motorcycle and start walking more.” What I like about Razz, no nonsense. Keeps it real. Respect, Razz.
The thing about beer for my horses was just another cheap Jitterbug joke.
Actually picked a few for Oscars tonight.
A while back a TV station here in Belize played all of the movies, in English, that are up for Best Picture–I saw some of them before you got to see them in the States.
I think I had already seen Argo last time at home but being the incurable film buff that I am it was great to watch such terrific movies here. I do get HBO and some movie channels on cable here, but to see all the Oscar nominees was pretty cool.
And for all I know this broadcasting on the cable station was legal.
I’ll be seeing many of you on Facebook while we watch the Oscars tonight I’m sure, FB friends.
It is tonight, isn’t it?
Saturday morning, they pour in in buses, cabs, rattling cars and pickup trucks, on bicycles, 2 wheelers and many walk many miles from many miles around.
My biggest catch since I moved to Belize to take up the fishing life. I ain’t lying.
Time to turn the big boy.
Muchos juevos.
Upstairs on the far left end is a nice, private room with a view where you-know-who now lives, writes and swings in his hammock on the veranda a lot.
It came mostly furnished but I bought the hutch from in town and it’s a nice touch for the man cave methinks. Rent for this room and a bedroom and veranda is $550 a month Belize (always divide by 2 in Belize to get the U.S. dollar amount). That includes water, electricity, cable TV and internet, although I paid an extra $25 U.S. a month because I upgrade to a little higher speed.
The view from the veranda where I spend a lot of time writing or just letting it all be, especially now that I have a hammock, my first since I came to Belize seven–plus months ago. Landlord, who installed it with his drill for me, told me I’m now a Belizean. You can’t lay claim to that status unless you have a hammock or three. Hammock life sure beats life on Dallas freeways.
My horse, or closest thing I have to one. She’s one of the landlord’s three big dawgs. Actually she doesn’t like beer. Just had pups.
I like your humble abode, Paul and the view from the veranda is stupendous!
It’s great to see your pad! You forgot to make your bed. (:
Now you really didn’t catch that fish did you?!
I think I’d break the eggs in a bag.
Didn;t really catch that fish???? Would I a Holy Man lie about that?
I didn’t notice the bed until Lisa mentioned it. What’s the point? It’s just gonna get messed up again, lol. Nice light in the casa too, Paul. I love a lot of natural light in a house says the guy with plate glass all across the front.
The arms messing with the fish look darker than the Rev’s. So yes, I think a Holy Man would lie about that.