Sunday, March 22, 2020

Spring in the time of coronavirus II

In many ways this is a stranger time than the year after the hurricane. After the hurricane, we had no electricity, no Internet, sometimes no water, and only limited contact with the outside world. We had no real news. Within our own small contexts, we had contact, companionship, community, family. We could come together to help each other do what needed to be done, to care for each other, to help each other get through the grief and the fear and the darkness.

In this strange time we have all those things we were missing - electric, water, Internet, TV, news. (Although how "real" any of the news is is debatable.) But - by design and intent - we have very little human contact.

It's surreal. In a place where cheek kisses and invasions of personal space are the norm, people now stand apart from each other, trying to ignore the person closest to them because that person might be infected or might be a carrier. We cannot, we are forbidden to come together for comfort.

The fear - and the danger - are real. But they are exacerbated by a national government more focused on the "leader's" self-image than the national welfare. The media - the "news" - is either down-playing the threat or over-hyping the sensational. Either way, it is not helpful.

The "social-distancing," whether imposed from within or by decree as it is here in Puerto Rico, is already taking a toll. And there is no end in sight.

We are actually quite fortunate. Our finances are not dependent on a pay-check-to-pay-check job. And we don't live in an apartment. Our house is open and airy; we have a yard for our dogs to play in. We have 22 acres of ranch that we can be in without "leaving home." In fact, to tend to the well-being of our horses, we have to be out in the farm. So we have it much better than many others. And we have each other.

But I miss going out with friends to Ola Lola's. Or dinner with Carole. I miss our Horses of Hope volunteers and riders. I wish we could bring them to the ranch. But you know what I mean. I'm sure you're in the same state of isolation (unless you're doing spring break in Florida). We're all in it together, even if we're separated. And we're in it for the long haul.

Stay safe.

 Spring in the time of coronavirus

Monday, March 16, 2020

"May you live in interesting times." --ancient Chinese curse

These times are nothing if not interesting! Where do I start?

Two weeks ago I did my first DPV (Diver Propulsion Vehicle) scuba dive. I was really excited! I waited over a year for this dive.

DPVs are basically underwater scooters. Divers use them to zip around underwater, kinda like flying, or as one diver put it, "It's like riding a motorcycle underwater." With a DPV a diver can reach dive sites that are too far away for normal swimming. Because the DPV is doing the work, divers don't use as much air - they're nervous like I was. (For all that, I only used a little more air than the instructor.)

We went out into Aguadilla Bay where there are a surprising number of boat wrecks. Hurricane Maria and the "big wave event" the following March moved a lot of sand and uncovered stuff that's been covered for years. Some of the sand has started to fill back in and cover stuff again but it was still very cool!

When I got out of the water, I sent Elaine a text telling her I was out and safe and headed home, just like I do after every dive. She sent me back a message, "Call as soon as you can."

Two of our horses escaped in the night and were no where to be found. She spent the several hours I was gone looking for them. I started looking for them even before I got home. Nothing. No sightings. We made flyers and posted them all up and down the road. By nightfall they still weren't back. About 8:00 PM, just about 24 hours since they were last seen, Elaine heard what wounded like a car crash up on the main road. She went to see what happened and if anyone needed help. She called me. "It's Cas (one of our missing horses). He's dead." He was walking in the road, on his way home we think, and was hit by a car. The only two good things were the driver was not injured and Cas was killed instantly. He was not lying in the road in pain waiting for a vet to come put him down. Meanwhile, through a crazy. nearly miraculous chain of events, Elaine found Yunque, the other missing horse. We were able to get him safely through the chaos of police cars, flashing lights, tow trucks and rain and back home.

The next week was spent in shock and grief, building and rebuilding fences. Yunque escaped once to look for his missing buddy but fortunately didn't go far and we got him back in quickly.

Cas was our adventurer. For him the grass was always better just on the other side of the fence. He could and would go through, around, or over most fences. We found out after the fact that one of the neighbors on the main road actually saw him jump the perimeter fence! Run free, Casanova. I hope there are no fences and nothing but lush green grass where you are. We miss you.

As I write this, Puerto Rico is under lockdown because of the coronavirus. There is a mandatory 9:00 PM - 5:00 AM curfew. Only essential and emergency traffic is allowed. All non-essential business are closed until March 30. Restaurants can open but only for carry-out, no table seating. Even essential businesses - gas stations, pharmacies, grocery stores - have to close at 6:00 PM. Schools of course are closed. Swimming beaches are closed. Everyone is supposed to stay in their homes unless they have to go our.

It is so eerily quiet. No traffic sounds, no music blaring from cars roaring down the road. The silence is even more profound than after the hurricane when we had no electricity. The post-hurricane sound track was the constant drone of generators. We have electricity so there is not even the generator noise. Anything that disturbs the silence - our neighbor cutting his grass for example - is jarring and feels out of place.

I hope our island gets a chance to recover soon. First the hurricane then earthquakes now this pandemic. It's tough going.

Y'all be safe and stay healthy!

Sunday, February 23, 2010

 Diving two days in a row! Sort of...

 

Our daughter Amy was here with Kennedy and Kai this week. They had lots of plans and not much time so we didn't get to spend as much time with them as we would have liked. On Friday I did get to do something I've waited a whole year to do: I introduced them to scuba diving. After seeing them snorkel last year I knew we had to try it. To keep it easy and safe we went to our friend Carole's pool. It's only about four feet deep but they got the sense of being under the water. After some initial jitters, they took to it like, well, fish to water. Next time they come back I'm hoping we can go in the ocean. We just didn't have time for a second dive this time around. 

Saturday morning I just took off and went diving by myself. I didn't even care if I saw anything. I just needed to be in the water. It was maybe the best hour I've spent since the last time I dove back at the beginning of January. And of course I did see stuff, like this tarpon.

Carole and I tried to go snorkeling before the next round of waves set it. The waves started building earlier than expected, stirring up the water and reducing visibility, especially near shore where we would go. So we abandoned that idea. I'm keeping watch for the next opportunity; we both nee some quality Vitamin Sea therapy. 

I'm not complaining though. I moved one dive closer to 500. I need roughly two dives a week the rest of year to reach 500.

Wednesday February 19, 2020

We lost a member of our pack today - the Great and Wonderful Oz.

Chow chows are not high on my list of dog breed, not a breed I would choose. But 10 years ago the universe decided we needed this Chow. Or maybe he needed us. On Thanksgiving Day, 2009, he was dumped in our front yard at Ola Lola's (there is a special corner of Hell for people who just abandon animals by the side of the road). Chows have a reputation for being aggressive but this guy was the most shy, timid Chow we'd ever seen. He would lie in the grass in front of Ola Lola's until any person would come by. Then he'd get up and disappear to a little den he created for himself in the jungle by our fence. For weeks every time a car went by he would sit up and look to see if his humans were coming back for him.

We put food and water out for him. Over time he came to trust Elaine and our friend Mary and would take food from their hands. But as soon as the other hand moved, he was up and gone. We could see he was sick and wanted to take him to the vet. It took us until March to "catch" him so we could get him treated -  even after four months it wasn't easy!

Elaine did catch him. We got him to the vet, treated him for just about every know parasite including heart worm, and eventually got him healthy. Slowly, he became part of our pack. I took him to the beach with Amber and Jazz. He had his own beach walk agenda that had nothing to do with ours. If he decided he was done for that day, he'd turn around and head home by himself. Amber, Jazz and I would come home and find him laying in the barport.

For a while at night he liked to be put out front on a rope. One night I heard him barking at the gate. I checked on him. There he was, sitting at the gate, waiting to be let in. From that night on he stayed in the yard and the house. He was truly part of the pack.

After Amber died after the hurricane. when I took Oz to the beach, he would go to their favorite spot and look for them. Even though they were never, close buds, they were still "family."

Over the past couple of years, Oz's hips and back legs have slowly gotten worse. For the last few months he's needed help getting up to eat or get a drink or do his business. He would back to ask for help. In the past couple of weeks even with help he could barely get up or stand. He lost most of his hearing and his sight wasn't good. Sometimes he seemed confused about where he was. Still, we waited for him to tell us when it was time.

Three nights ago he started having seizures. He pretty much lost control of his sphincters. Beginning yesterday morning and through last night, he gave us very clear signs he was done with it. He stopped eating. He stopped trying to get up. He stopped barking for help.

This morning our vet came to the farm and helped us help him. His spirit is now running with Amber and Jazz and our friends' boxer Charlie. No more pain. No more confusion.

Thank you, Oz, for being such an amazing wonderful part of our lives. We miss you already but have 10 years of awesome memories. Rest now. You deserve it.

Friday, February 14, 2020 Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day! And happy birthday to our son Jason. He was our Valentine's gift 36 years ago and has been a gift every day since then. In November Jason and Hanna welcomed their own first child, Harvey Thomas Cosby.

A few days ago a friend of ours up north had just come through one winter storm and was bracing for the next one coming. She wanted a tropical photo to lift her winter-heavy spirit, something with palm trees, beach, sunshine, water. On our morning walk the other day I looked specifically looked for a shot that might help. This photo, "Tropical," is the result.

If you're feeling a bit winter-heavy yourself, I hope this photo helps lift your spirit as well.

Sunday, January 12, 2020

 This photo has pretty much nothing to do with this post. It's just a cool photo of the ocean yesterday.

First, the important stuff: In the midst of all the earthquakes in Puerto Rico you may or may not have read about, we are fine. We have felt some of the larger quakes; several of them shook the house. But we are fine and safe.

So our saga begins before this current round of earthquakes (although a number of smaller quakes have been happening in the same area since December). Spin back to last Friday. I was on the road back from San Juan visiting Ben with a friend. A cop on the road next to me noticed that my marbete, the annual registration sticker, was expired. He pulled me over to tell me. Now, he could have been a nice guy and reminded me, but no. He wrote $350 worth of tickets. And, he did what they do here to convince you to actually get your registration: he took the license plate off the car. Once you get the new marbete, you can get your plate back and actually get the tickets waived.

The DMV used to mail the new registration form as a reminder. They stopped doing that. With the holidays and everything else, I/we simply forgot it was due, My friend told me we could get the new form online so Friday night I tried - unsuccessfully - to get the form online. That meant Elaine, because the car is her name, would have to go to the DMV on Monday to get the form. That would add a whole extra day to the process. Then we had to take the car to a local inspection place, get the new marbete, and drive halfway back across the island to get the plate back and start the process of getting the tickets waived.

Somewhere in the middle of Friday night I had a brainstorm about what we might be doing wrong with the online form. WEPA! Got that fixed, got the form, off to the inspection station on Saturday, cutting that extra day off the process. It took some work but we finally got through the inspection, got the new marbete, and we're good to go on Monday.

Now we get to the earthquake part.

In just over hours beginning Monday morning there were six earthquakes off Guanica and Ponce on the south side of the island measuring M4.5 or larger. The largest was a M6.5 just before 4:30 AM. We felt that one. It rocked the house. It was followed by M5.0, M4.5, M6.0, and M5.8 aftershocks. (The aftershocks in that same range have continued all week.)

The big one knocked out power island wide. It is estimated that at one point 97% of the island was without electricity.

The earthquake severely damaged the largest power-generating plant on the island, the Costa Sur plant. It generated about 40% of the island's electricity. That is a lot of generating capacity to lose at one time. The electric authority is trying workarounds and trying to ramp up generating at other facilities. It's not like they can buy electricity from neighboring states. And unlike post-Maria where the problem was downed transmission lines, this problem is with generating capacity. The lines are there. There's just nothing to fill them with. Engineers initially said the Costa Sur plant may not be repairable. Later reports said it may take a year to repair it.

The governor declared a state of emergency. All government offices and schools were closed. Traffic lights were out. Lines immediately formed at gas stations. These were nasty, panicky lines, not the friendly we're-all-in-this-together lines after Maria. A friend whose family owns the gas station up the road was directing traffic with a gun in his hand.

We lost power before the trembling stopped. But hey - we have experience living without electricity. And we are grateful! Our house is not damaged. We are not sleeping outside or in our car. We have water - a third of the island didn't have water because of the loss of power to pumping stations.

A lot of people are freaking out. I'm sure the PTSD is kicking in for people who were here post-Maria. Hundreds, maybe thousands of people really are sleeping on the ground or in cars because they are afraid to be inside. Some don't have an inside to go to.

Elaine's other non-profit, Calorcito p'al Corazon, was created to take blankets into emergency rooms in hospitals locally. Yesterday we packed up 100 blankets and one of the volunteers and her husband and sister took them to Ponce to distribute.  We heard from her last night they are back safe in Isabela. They were too tired last night to give us details.

How does all this connect to the license plate story? Without electricity, all government offices, including the one that has my license plate are closed. We heard (a rumor) that office was open on Thursday so I drove to Arecibo in the truck. Nope. Locked up tighter that Ft. Knox. There really is no way to find out if they're open or not except to drive there. They don't answer the phones in the best of times.That's an hour-and-a-half round trip and a lot of gas to find out they are closed. So still no license plate.Our car is a big paper weight sitting out front.

Electricity is slowly coming back. We got power back at 10:00 PM Friday, lost it for for four hours on Saturday, then got it back again. We're hoping this time it's here to stay. But again, not everybody in Isabela has light yet. Hopefully, Arecibo will get light this week and we can end this saga.

Saturday, January 11, 2020

What you missed while we were gone. I will post the full earthquake story later today providing the electricity stays on.

Friday, January 3, 2020

Two days, two dives. That's starting the new year off right! The highlight of yesterday's dive was this little school of Atlantic spadefish. I love the spadefish! Their shiny silver and black scales are gorgeous. And their kind of odd shape makes it look like they have two tails. They hang around me for quite a while, showing no fear or inclination to swim off.

Today will break my dive-a-day streak (at two!). It's cloudy and rainy this morning and I'm off to San Juan to see Ben in a few minutes.

Hope your day is wonderful!

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

 Last night was the annual "last sunset on the beach" at Shacks Beach. I think this year's - well, last year's now - was the biggest crowd we've had. This is a great traditions It was great to see people we don't often see. And it was a beautiful sunset to send out the old year

After the sun set, we stopped at Ola Lola's for a quick beer and more Happy New Year wishes then home to take care of the four-leggers, big and small, in the barrage of midnight fireworks. I've really come to hate fireworks. They are so unnecessarily hard on animals.

Today I started the new year right down with a turtle and the fishes.

 Happy New Year, everybody!

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

The last morning of the month, of the year, of the decade.

Peace.

Monday, December 30, 2019 Time for reflection

As the year and the decade draw to a close, 'tis the season for reflection.

I love finding reflections almost as much as I like finding waves crashing over rocks.

Sunday, December 29, 2019

The clouds this time of year are so amazing! Christmas Eve after the hurricane I was driving to be with our friends Carole and Rolf and I saw this:

I thought, "We may not have electricity or Christmas lights. But we have this!"

Friday, December 27, 2019

Elaine, Maggie, Annie, and Ben

We had an amazing wonderful Christmas Day - visiting hospitals!

First, we took Christmas dinner - turkey done Puerto Rican style, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and home-made cranberry sauce - for Ben and his sisters Annie and Maggie. Ben was in a great mood and ate more than I've seen him eat in months!

Then we went to the Veteran's Hospital to see our friend Chris and his wife Isabel.

Both visits were fun with lots of laughter and joy and love - just what Christmas Day should have.

Boxing Day (yesterday) was quiet, cool and rainy all day so we really didn't do much. I planned a day-after-Christmas scuba dive but the rains washed that out. I know, I'm going to get wet anyway so what difference does a little rain make? Actually, diving in the rain is kinda fun. It's fun to roll over and watch the raindrops hit the water from underneath. In this case though, it was enough rain to mess up visibility.

Today was pretty quiet too. That's not all bad.

Wednesday, December 25, 2019 Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays - whatever holidays you celebrate! May this season and the coming new year be full of joy, love, and wonder for you and yours.

It's a quiet Christmas morning here. Ranch chores with dogs and horses this morning, then we're off to San Juan and the hospital to take Christmas dinner to Ben and his sisters Annie and Maggie.

It has been an odd Christmas season for me. I've felt very disconnected from just about everything. Since August, so much has been focused on Ben and his needs and treatments. While I'm incredibly grateful his sisters are here for him and taking over much of the care, I fell a little displaced. There has been so little time and energy for other people and activities. I'm not blaming it all on Ben situation. Part of my disconnect is a product of our new lives away from Ola Lola's. People I used to see regularly I don't see or talk to hardly at all. Others have left the island completely. It's hard and I'm struggling with it.

Enough of that. It is a season of joy and celebration! Let's celebrate and be grateful for all the goodness we have.

Thanks for reading this. I will try to be more regular with my posts.

Saturday, December 7, 2019

December dawn

Mornings have been clear and comfortably cool. I love getting to the beach early to see what Mother Nature gives us to start the day.

Friday, December 6, 2019

On a golden beach. Sunrise on Baño de la Princessa, one of the beaches Coda and I walk a lot.

Elaine, Carole, and I went snorkeling yesterday. We did see lots of fish but visibility is still pretty bad. So, no pictures.

Medical updates: Ben is back in the hospital. His cancer is spreading and not responding to treatment the way his doctors and medical team hoped. They are "starting over" running all new scans, tests, and getting new biopsies, literally looking at everything. From this should come a new, more aggressive treatment protocol.

Our friend Chris is out of ICU. He has started physical therapy and is standing for short periods. His mind is ready to get out of the hospital and start moving on. Unfortunately, his body isn't quite there yet. Horses of Hope/Caballos de Esperanza, Elaine's therapeutic riding center, just got a grant for a year of equine-assisted therapy for Chris. At the same time, he will be paid as a consultant to help develop and improve the therapy so we can better serve other people - especially veterans - with disabilities.

Waiting now for the latest set of waves to subside so we can get back in the water.

Monday, December 2, 2019

Reflection. It's that time of year. Thanksgiving - a time to reflect on just how fortunate we are, how much we have to be grateful for. I am grateful we have at least one day set aside to be grateful. I try to be live with gratitude every day, not just one day a year

"Gratitude is an attitude. Gratitude is a choice. And gratitude is a habit."

"Gratitude is perhaps the most important key to finding success and happiness in the modern day. Knowing what we appreciate in life means knowing who we are, what matters to us and what makes each day worthwhile."

My list of people and "things" I am grateful for is huge - and ever-expanding. I put "things" in quotes because, with a few exceptions, what I am grateful for is not things, not stuff. People, beings, attitudes, intentions, actions are way more important than things.

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving surrounded by people you love and care about. Take a moment now and be grateful for that.

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Hello, December.

Good-bye, hurricane season!