Water was coming dripping through various parts of Casa Paraíso.
Oh so pleasant.
We knew we needed a new roof, because we saw leaking when we first moved in, but it seems that the damage up there has accelerated.
I scrambled throughout the house to find any empty dog dish, bowl, and bucket I could find.
If I didn't have the drops under control with the 7 tubs I found, I would move on to the pots from the kitchen.
Last night, the trick was to find a place where I could write my gratitude list to My Gratitude Buddy, my MC Guru and the Sweet Ex on my laptop, without it being bombarded with rain.
Don't get me wrong.
I actually like the rain here.
It's warm and feels more like a fresh shower than in Vancouver, where it feels like an all out attack of personal space.
Not to mention, when it rains, I get happy for a few reasons. First, the rain water pulls all the dirt to the bottom of the pool, making it much more clear and easier to get the dirt out.
Now, if only we could work that damn machine to clean out the dirt, we'd be in business. Until then, I hover on top on floaty devices like a princess.
Anyway, back to the rain.
Second, I get happy because my trees are being fed. They're new and need a lot of water.
So when I hear the rain teeming down in a full force monsoon, I am pleased.
It also means I don't have to do the watering. I like watering, because I talk to my trees and tell them how much I love them.
Yet, I hate the sand fleas biting me and leaving me looking like I have smallpox or some other disease, confined to the knees down.
So, there we were dodging raindrops in our bedroom, when we decided to do a bit of budgeting.
Mostly because we now have to have a new roof. That shit isn't cheap.
Do we go with the plastic tiles? Or ceramic? Ceramic would have a better resale value for the house that's for sure.
However, looking at our budgeting, we realized we've gone broke.
Good news is, we really have everything we need now.
All the necessities.
Papi set out with a certain amount of money put aside for getting started with and we've only gone over by a few grand.
... ahem ... the roof ...
After paying for the roof, the landscaping to fix what the pool people destroyed and the rocks out front to save use from the wrath of the waves, we need to live simple.
No problem! Everything is fine!
Until I realized that my iMovie program stopped being my friend, and I still have to buy an editing program, plus I need a monitor and keyboard so that I can make music again.
Seriously.
We are a little stressed out for money.
No matter.
Once I get my garden up and going, between the veggies and the fruit trees, we won't starve.
The dogs are Dominican.
They're used to rice.
And hey, we haven't been able to wash our clothes for 2 weeks, because our washing machine we just bought doesn't work. We're starting to look like street people and we're getting used to that too.
'Dirty' in Vancouver has NOTHING on the DR. We get one wear out of clothes before they look like we've rolled around in the mud.
Especially with The Donkey jumping on us all the time.
However, being broke is not a problem when you have a beautiful view, doggy TV and a pool to de-stress in.
'Broke' is going to be ok.
For the first time ever in my life, 'broke' looks pretty swanky.
And the hammock swings.
Oh so pleasant.
We knew we needed a new roof, because we saw leaking when we first moved in, but it seems that the damage up there has accelerated.
I scrambled throughout the house to find any empty dog dish, bowl, and bucket I could find.
If I didn't have the drops under control with the 7 tubs I found, I would move on to the pots from the kitchen.
Last night, the trick was to find a place where I could write my gratitude list to My Gratitude Buddy, my MC Guru and the Sweet Ex on my laptop, without it being bombarded with rain.
Don't get me wrong.
I actually like the rain here.
It's warm and feels more like a fresh shower than in Vancouver, where it feels like an all out attack of personal space.
Not to mention, when it rains, I get happy for a few reasons. First, the rain water pulls all the dirt to the bottom of the pool, making it much more clear and easier to get the dirt out.
Now, if only we could work that damn machine to clean out the dirt, we'd be in business. Until then, I hover on top on floaty devices like a princess.
Anyway, back to the rain.
Second, I get happy because my trees are being fed. They're new and need a lot of water.
So when I hear the rain teeming down in a full force monsoon, I am pleased.
It also means I don't have to do the watering. I like watering, because I talk to my trees and tell them how much I love them.
Yet, I hate the sand fleas biting me and leaving me looking like I have smallpox or some other disease, confined to the knees down.
So, there we were dodging raindrops in our bedroom, when we decided to do a bit of budgeting.
Mostly because we now have to have a new roof. That shit isn't cheap.
Do we go with the plastic tiles? Or ceramic? Ceramic would have a better resale value for the house that's for sure.
However, looking at our budgeting, we realized we've gone broke.
Good news is, we really have everything we need now.
All the necessities.
Papi set out with a certain amount of money put aside for getting started with and we've only gone over by a few grand.
... ahem ... the roof ...
After paying for the roof, the landscaping to fix what the pool people destroyed and the rocks out front to save use from the wrath of the waves, we need to live simple.
No problem! Everything is fine!
Until I realized that my iMovie program stopped being my friend, and I still have to buy an editing program, plus I need a monitor and keyboard so that I can make music again.
Seriously.
We are a little stressed out for money.
No matter.
Once I get my garden up and going, between the veggies and the fruit trees, we won't starve.
The dogs are Dominican.
They're used to rice.
And hey, we haven't been able to wash our clothes for 2 weeks, because our washing machine we just bought doesn't work. We're starting to look like street people and we're getting used to that too.
'Dirty' in Vancouver has NOTHING on the DR. We get one wear out of clothes before they look like we've rolled around in the mud.
Especially with The Donkey jumping on us all the time.
However, being broke is not a problem when you have a beautiful view, doggy TV and a pool to de-stress in.
'Broke' is going to be ok.
For the first time ever in my life, 'broke' looks pretty swanky.
And the hammock swings.
my wealth is increasing more and more now
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