Its Finally Coming Together

I'm finally understanding this web page making..a little. I change the formt of the page. The other was too cluttered and took to long to load. I put too many gozmos on it.

Now I'm trying to find info for the site. If anyone has anything to add. Places you like or have a little review on please let me know and I'll be glad to include it on the page with your name included if you want. jan@colonialzone-dr.com

The Boxer Shorts Man --The Last Day

In front of the gallery.
Sniffy, my dog, left her mark
A small pile of her best.
If you know what I mean.
The Boxer Shorts Man was passing by.
My friends and I were laughing.
Going for paper to clean it up.
He pulled out of his pocket a paper towel.
Stooped over and picked up the small pile.
Tool it to the dumpster
Returned with more paper to clean the sidewalk.
We kept telling him he did not have to do this.
But he was so happy to help.
He likes Sniffy.
We gave him a towel to wash his hands.
He was talking jumbled words.
Had a big smile on his face.
He wasn't wearing boxer shorts that day.
We thanked him as he walked away.
He kept turning around and waving.
So happy to have helped.
I felt good that he was happy.
He disappeared in the distance.
As he walked up the sidewalk.
This was the last time I ever saw him.

Thanksgiving

Its cold and snowing here today. I dream of my island where it never snows. Sometimes in the mountains there is frost but that's about it.

So many people in Dominican Republic have never seen snow. They asked me to describe it. Snow is like a blanket on the world. It makes everything so quite. You can hear long distances, Someone shoveling their sidewalk sounds so loud. Even walking is loud. Its like theres microphones everywhere amplifying the sounds. The snow makes a squeeking sound when you walk in it. When the sun hits it it sparkles like bits of diamonds are sprinkles all over. It makes a baron brown backgound change to look so fresh and new.

THEN.....When the snow stops falling and its not fresh anymore. You can't drive. Your back hurts from shoveling. Its too cold to do anything. Can't even breath outside because your nose holes get stuck together. Cars don't start. The roads are dangerous. Gas and electric bills rise. Toes and fingers are always freezing. Then when you bundle up it gets too hot but if you unbundle your too cold.

So for me. I'd rather just see the snow on TV. I'm glad I got to experience it but I never wanted to see it again. I hope after this winter I never will

Going over the river and through the woods today to Grandma and Grandpa's place for Thanksgiving dinner. Ought to be a real treat. HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL!


Strange encounters with the Boxer shorts man

As time passed he would run out to greet me when he saw me.
He would walk past my balcony and smile.
Always trying to tell me something.
I was nice to him.
He started to watch for me during his workouts in the garden.
He bought me sugar cane.
He carried things from the Colmado to my door.
Then I noticed his boxer shorts sticking out.
He was VERY happy to see me.
I did not know what to do.
After this I tried to avoid him.
I didn't want to cause him or I problems.
It was difficult.
He was a nice man.
I never went to his house again.
I smiled but tried to keep at a distance.
He didn't seem to notice.

Starting Early today

I finally got a page on my new web site! I was so excited. Life was good. For a little time anyhow.

I was working hard on a page lastnight and saved it wrong and lost it all. Now have to start again. But its OK. This time I will be a little faster at doing it. Like when I crashed this puter so many times and pals were there to talk me through how do reinstall windows. I'm getting pretty good at it now. Maybe it will be the same with this web site stuff. Maybe someday I can semi-understand all this.

Finally got in touch with my man yestreday. Verizon DR isn't always that reliable. But I do have to say it is better than the electric (thats not saying much tho). I call him and always get some human saying the line is busy. Its a cellular with call waiting so thats almost impossible. But anyhow, he does receive my text messages ( this is great for sending text to a Verizon phone in Dominican Republic. and he called me. It was his birthday on Sunday and I felt so bad I couldn't even talk to him. Oh well, he knows his country! jeje

So back to work on the site. Hope it all comes out good this day. Porfavor Dios!

In the meantime heres another installment of

VIEWS FROM MY BALCONY



Going to Boxer Shorts home

Walking past his home one day.
He came out to greet me.
He asked me to come into his house in his mumbled word way.
I was getting to understand some of what he was saying.
His spanish.
He wanted to give me some pineapple.
I went into his house.
He had me sit and wait
He went into the kitchen to cut me his precious gift.
I ate the pineapple with him.
Listening to his constant talking.
Smiling when I thought appropriate.
He wanted me to see his TV.
It was in his bedroom.
I was a bit nervous but I followed him.
He was very persistant.
He showed me the remote for the tv
How it functioned.
Promptly after this he took me to the front door and said goodbye.
He gave me a little kiss on the cheek.
As I walked away he watched from his doorway.
He was smiling.


More From The Balcony later

Still struggling

I still can't get stuff uploaded to my new web page. It's brought my to tears a few times. But I WILL figure this out if it kills me...which it just might! jejej I was up at 5 AM to give it another go with a semi-fresh brain. So in until I figure this out heres another story from

Views From My Balcony

GETTING TO KNOW THE BOXER SHORTS MAN

After we waved for many months he started trying to talk with me.
He never made sense when he spoke.
Yet he was really trying to communicate.
I do not think this was due to my limited understanding of the spanish language
He was happy.
He seemed to have an intelegence that he could not convey.
One day he took me to his meditation spot.
He was telling me about the trees.
I did not understand his words.
They weren't really words he was speaking.
Slured and mumbled together.
But in his head he had to be making sense.
I listened to him.
Smiling and nodding when I thought appropriate.
He seemed to enjoy talking to me.


more to come