You can’t get there from here…..

Slow day today… we had to go to the C-Post (post office) to retrieve mail that we had been informed was waiting on us. Not a problem Sir – we know exactly how to get there now~! Away we went, off like a herd of turtles, arriving post haste at the C-Post to collect out mail…… just to be told our mail was at a different C-Post…… awe, dammit….. our last package came to this one…… “that is too bad”. This package (according to crumpled paperwork) was at different C-Post~!! Well smother my ears in jelly and tie me to an ant hill…! Okay, where is this other post office ?? Seemed like a fair question. After about a three minute description, that I didn’t understand a friggin’ word of (other than something about a round building) – I asked, do I go this way (pointing right) down the road, or do I go this way (pointing left) down the road, to get to it.  “You can go either”    Huh ?  I can go this way (pointing right) or I can go this way (pointing left) and still get there ??  “yes”  Wouldn’t that make it this building ?  Blank stare.  Well Balls~!  We have found, further questions only exasperates the discussion. Thank you very much. We left the building (unlike Elvis)…..stood by the bus and had a smoke and discussed how in the hell you can go both directions to get to the same place~! Not to be shut down, we loaded into the bus and took off for the direction of the house. Figured I might as well work closer toward the house while probably getting lost. Asking for directions for the C-Post in Otrabanda turned out to be a real treat as well….. but after 20 minutes and multiple blanks stares…… we finally found the C-Post in Otrabanda ~! (will give directions lady credit – in that it was a half round building)  We retrieved our package (which turned out to be essentially junk mail) and proceeded post haste back toward the house – as we were already working our way there. My Bride decided we needed to stop at the local store to pick up more Crown…. as we have been powering through it pretty good of late. Pulled into said store – Bride ran in only to find out we have cleaned them out…. and they “have no idea when they will get more in”….. Dammit Emmit~! Now we have to plan a trip back down to the big city for more hooch….. I wonder if I can get there from here~~~

Sat outside with drinks discussing today’s and upcoming event’s, not so slowly being consumed by a horde of mosquito’s that have taken up residence in our little patio area. We bought several types of candles and some smoke ring thingy’s  trying to deter the blood thirsty little bastards….. but I think about all we have succeeded in doing now, is making the patio smell like a head shop. Curious to see how many of my younger readers will know what that is  😉   I believe the name of my old hang out was Folz City Boutique there in Evansville…… AHhhh, the good old days.

Big day tomorrow – 2 tank dive planned~! Yay – I can’t wait — I love floating around near the ocean floor, trying to spot things I haven’t seen before~! Then have a  1 tank dive with my Bride on Saturday~!!  REALLY looking forward to that~! Will have plenty of pictures for the next couple of days – but for now – some from previous days dive.

Ya’ll kom nu terug Ya Hear~!

 

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Born in Germany as an Army brat - I moved permanently to the United States about the time I was ready to start school - Dad put to me to work when I turned 13 tearing off roofs and packing shingles.. I did that, DE tasseled corn and bucked hay all the way through high school. After graduation, moved down South for a year or so trying to figure what I wanted to do. Finally came home and joined the Air Force serving almost 5 years - which included a 3 year tour in Germany, where I met my Queen. Came home and started working as a roofer. Economy went to crap and I knew I would not be able to support my growing family the way I wanted to, so I pestered the HR department at General Electric until they hired me. A very quick almost 34 years, 4 Daughters and 9 Grandkids later - here I am .... waiting as patiently as I can, to start the next chapter of our life - romping around in the Caribbean Sea checking out the various islands that we have not been to yet. Holy $hit what a ride~!!!! ;-)

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