After the travail of producing the last edition – I had to take notes and write with accuracy and seriousness (something that regular readers will not have seen much evidence of in what I normally put “out there”) – I’ve taken a little break. I mean, it was like being back at work again and my little, old (strong emphasis on the latter and not the former please) brain just isn’t up to the job any more.
Now I’d seen the signs of waning physical prowess (allow me to exaggerate whatever physical attributes I may have had once) some little while ago. I’m not able to bound up the stairs the way I used to. Those five gallon bottles of water feel just that little bit heavier (they now feel like they’ve got twice the amount of water in them). My ability (OK so it’s not an attribute) to hold liquor is nowhere near as good ( is this really the word I should use?) as it once was (I now wonder why I spent so much money on “training”). But I never envisaged when I set out to cover the opening of Rain Restaurant and Rooftop Terrace at Grand Caribe that it would take so much out of me.
It didn’t really but I didn’t know how to start today’s edition and I thought why not try and build up some drama (see what island living does to you – this is my idea of drama!). I’ve also (well I don’t have to but it helps fill up the edition) got to admit that I didn’t really have a clue what I could write about.
I mean after breaking the news about the new restaurant there wasn’t too much excitement in my week. I watched Arsenal a couple of times on TV but their performances were , to say the least, rather flat. I did some weeding (I now know that this is going to be a task for my lifetime (cheery thought isn’t it). I gave Ziggy his weekly bath.
We thought that Ziggy is Belizean through and through but we’re not so sure now. The way he’s been digging up the garden we are convinced he’s got some Australian in him (yes I know, terrible).
I’ve been in to ‘Town most days and obviously took advantage to “grab” a breakfast.
I’ll leave it you to guess where.
I got a slow puncture repaired at Adrian’s in Boca Del Rio.
It transpired that the rear, off-side tyre (tire for non UK readers) had managed to find a two inch screw. Twenty minutes later and BZ$ 10 lighter after I went in there the problem was solved.
Oh and on Thursday I gave an interview to International Living magazine for an article about the Qualified Retirement Program (now I’d normally spell it “programme” but …). I haven’t got a clue when the article will be published but I’m sure to let you know when I find out. Could this be fame at last!
Some of the questions posed made me think just that little bit more (OK, it made me think) about what it means to live on Ambergris Caye, Belize. I’m sure that people that know me wonder what there is to occupy myself with in such a small place. I mean I come from London , a metropolitan area with over thirteen million inhabitants. Theatres, art galleries, restaurants, sports stadia. Something for everyone.
But although this is a small place there appears (well at least to me) something new and different going on all the time. It keeps it interesting.
Here’s just a few examples.
The old Dreddy’s bar has been gutted. What’s this going to be? Another bar? A bike shop? An Apple store (now I’m really starting to lose it – and you too probably!).
The old wooden building in middle street (Pescador Drive)
has been razed to the ground and the lot cleared ready for construction. I wonder what’s going to go there. A restaurant? A bar? Watch this space.
I’ve found out that Ritchie’s Supermarket
is now being run by Chinese people and the offering has been expanded to include liquor sales and – wait for it – the likes of mussels, squid and shrimp. What next?
I’ve seen banners erected over the roads for P.U.P ( the People’s United Party)
to join those erected some weeks ago for the UDP (United Democratic Party)
and this for elections that do not take place until next March.
I’ve watched the road in front of our house being widened in readiness for the laying of concrete.
But with all of this going on I’ve still managed to get my ‘me time” out on the veranda (the western, lagoon facing one on the first floor) with my mug of black coffee (no sugar) and the iPad.
View from my seated position.
And if I can find the will (told you I’d lost some energy) to stand up.
I’ve also caught a sunset or two.
I’ve learnt something about myself this past week. I’m good – and I mean GOOD – at being busy doing nothing!
And so is she.
And Ziggy seems to have mastered the art too!
The headline for today’s edition is based on the song that featured in the 1949 film ” A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court” which was sung by Bing Crosby, William Bendix and Cecil Hardwicke.