There's a chorus of dogs out there.
Dogs on the beach. Dogs in my yard. Dogs in the hood. All of them barking at the same time.
To me, it's a beautiful sound. Perhaps to others, it's not quite how they would choose to have their sound space invaded.
The Donkey is swimming in the pool, so the iron gate is firmly affixed, keeping her from bounding in and flailing her body around the kitchen spreading water everywhere.
Problem is, Pathetic Puppy is getting too big to fit through the spaces, but when that iron gate is closed, she keeps trying.
I envision the day she will be stuck in the gate and we'll be left trying to figure out how to get her out of the mess.
However, she is the most horrible puppy on the planet and will inevitably try again.
Oh, what trouble she is, as are the workers.
I am grateful that Dominican Daddy is here to tend to the garden, as they've started on the last phase of the renos.
We need a proper carport to protect the vehicle from the ocean air, eroding the car faster than our window hinges, and we need the casita to give us a space for something, anything. Right now it's useless, as it only holds animal cages, drying used ziplock bags and suitcases.
Anyway, both of these spaces are where all my fruit trees are.
I'm so terrified that the workers will destroy everything.
The construction workers here are very much like those at home, and, I'm assuming, like those around the world.
Why are construction workers so damn destructive? They come in like a tsunami, and anything in their path is wiped out.
They don't care about the plants, as they toss their tools, unnecessary wood, concrete and nails into them, not to mention, just trod upon then when they need.
Why? What is this phenomenon of construction workers?
They're so good at building, but do they need the balance of destruction to keep them feeling symmetry?
If you're reading this and you're a construction worker, maybe you could enlighten me.
Maybe I'll ask my baby sister's husband as well.
Anyway, Dominican Daddy is trying to move 6 trees fast enough for these folks not to destroy them.
My most prized possession? My mango tree.
I see new buds!!!!! I just got her happy and healthy and she's going to have to move again. Poor soul.
I hope this doesn't destroy my option for mangos in the fall. After a 2nd move like this, I may have to wait until next season.
But you know what? Trees are not the only ones who don't like change; neither do we humans.
After crying on my Plumber Friend's shoulder yesterday, I had enough Spanish to adequately talk out my issues, even if it was part speaking, part thinking.
Later, talking it out with my Eternal Friend on our quick computer texts, she was able to allow me to talk it out to pinpoint how I need to conquer these drastic ups and downs of emotions of this grand move and gargantuan changes.
When I was in Vancouver, I knew how to make myself happy; go for coffee with a friend, hop on over to the gym, grab some really healthy comfort food, find someone spiritual to lead me, or make some music.
The list goes on, but I don't have all those options here. I'm very limited. So I need to change what makes me happy. I have to find new ways to enjoy my life.
There is good out there, we just have to have enough time to find it, then enjoy it.
We found the first thing; a once a week trip to Sosúa Beach.
We're depressed until we leave the house.
Once we're out of the house, we stop fighting, we start smiling and our negativity seems lighter.
I truly hope that one day it will be the other way around.
Maybe, one day, coming home will bring us happiness and we won't want to run.
Speaking of running, workers are calling.
And off I go.
Gratitude List, Day 9/10
1. I am grateful for electricity so I can have internet to talk to friends.
2. I am grateful for water, so I can be clean and healthy.
3. I am grateful for the puppies to make me laugh.
4. I am grateful for patience for the puppies.
5. I am grateful for the good people here who listen to my problems, when they already have their own.
6. I am grateful for the support of friends who have done what I'm doing.
7. I am grateful for my beautiful home.
8. I am grateful for fruit trees to distract me with their beauty.
9. I am grateful for this gratitude list to help me through the bumps.
10. I am grateful for my stubborn persistence to make myself happy.
Dogs on the beach. Dogs in my yard. Dogs in the hood. All of them barking at the same time.
To me, it's a beautiful sound. Perhaps to others, it's not quite how they would choose to have their sound space invaded.
The Donkey is swimming in the pool, so the iron gate is firmly affixed, keeping her from bounding in and flailing her body around the kitchen spreading water everywhere.
Problem is, Pathetic Puppy is getting too big to fit through the spaces, but when that iron gate is closed, she keeps trying.
I envision the day she will be stuck in the gate and we'll be left trying to figure out how to get her out of the mess.
However, she is the most horrible puppy on the planet and will inevitably try again.
Oh, what trouble she is, as are the workers.
I am grateful that Dominican Daddy is here to tend to the garden, as they've started on the last phase of the renos.
We need a proper carport to protect the vehicle from the ocean air, eroding the car faster than our window hinges, and we need the casita to give us a space for something, anything. Right now it's useless, as it only holds animal cages, drying used ziplock bags and suitcases.
Anyway, both of these spaces are where all my fruit trees are.
I'm so terrified that the workers will destroy everything.
The construction workers here are very much like those at home, and, I'm assuming, like those around the world.
Why are construction workers so damn destructive? They come in like a tsunami, and anything in their path is wiped out.
They don't care about the plants, as they toss their tools, unnecessary wood, concrete and nails into them, not to mention, just trod upon then when they need.
Why? What is this phenomenon of construction workers?
They're so good at building, but do they need the balance of destruction to keep them feeling symmetry?
If you're reading this and you're a construction worker, maybe you could enlighten me.
Maybe I'll ask my baby sister's husband as well.
Anyway, Dominican Daddy is trying to move 6 trees fast enough for these folks not to destroy them.
My most prized possession? My mango tree.
I see new buds!!!!! I just got her happy and healthy and she's going to have to move again. Poor soul.
I hope this doesn't destroy my option for mangos in the fall. After a 2nd move like this, I may have to wait until next season.
But you know what? Trees are not the only ones who don't like change; neither do we humans.
After crying on my Plumber Friend's shoulder yesterday, I had enough Spanish to adequately talk out my issues, even if it was part speaking, part thinking.
Later, talking it out with my Eternal Friend on our quick computer texts, she was able to allow me to talk it out to pinpoint how I need to conquer these drastic ups and downs of emotions of this grand move and gargantuan changes.
When I was in Vancouver, I knew how to make myself happy; go for coffee with a friend, hop on over to the gym, grab some really healthy comfort food, find someone spiritual to lead me, or make some music.
The list goes on, but I don't have all those options here. I'm very limited. So I need to change what makes me happy. I have to find new ways to enjoy my life.
There is good out there, we just have to have enough time to find it, then enjoy it.
We found the first thing; a once a week trip to Sosúa Beach.
We're depressed until we leave the house.
Once we're out of the house, we stop fighting, we start smiling and our negativity seems lighter.
I truly hope that one day it will be the other way around.
Maybe, one day, coming home will bring us happiness and we won't want to run.
Speaking of running, workers are calling.
And off I go.
hardship helps me grow into a stronger person
Gratitude List, Day 9/10
1. I am grateful for electricity so I can have internet to talk to friends.
2. I am grateful for water, so I can be clean and healthy.
3. I am grateful for the puppies to make me laugh.
4. I am grateful for patience for the puppies.
5. I am grateful for the good people here who listen to my problems, when they already have their own.
6. I am grateful for the support of friends who have done what I'm doing.
7. I am grateful for my beautiful home.
8. I am grateful for fruit trees to distract me with their beauty.
9. I am grateful for this gratitude list to help me through the bumps.
10. I am grateful for my stubborn persistence to make myself happy.
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