Living In The Dominican Republic
“Voopa, voopa” is a bit more descriptive of the sound that I wish I was making with my hand saw and this monstrous pile of “bruta” lumber. Unfortunately, my hand saw is of the toolbox variety, so “voop” is about the best I can manage. Those of you who know from experience what a toolbox […]
Hi, We’ve been preparing for our first house-guests when Heather and her pal Chad arrive on Thursday for 10 days or so. The preparations have taken on a little more substantial cast than we’d originally planned. For example, in anticipation of a satisfactory bid from our carpenter, I’d removed a portion of the decayed deck […]
Hi, Denise and I sprinted the 65 or 70 kilometers to El Limon on Friday to the lumber yard (“WOOD, ONLY WOOD!”) to get some treated lumber to replace the porch on the bungalow and a few of the elevated walkways over the uneven lava terrain in the garden. It turns out that our jeepeta, […]
Hi, I gave myself a break from intensive gardening today and attended to plumbing issues preparing for Heather and her pal Chad to visit a little over a week from now. I know that she’ll appreciate running water and the perfectly functioning toilet that were my accomplishments today. Houses, like bodies, seem to fare best […]
Hi, Enough with fauna–on to the flora, and the sol, and las playas! (OK, not in that order, but all covered.) I hired Junior, a young Dominican man, to help me whip the garden in to shape, clear the view from your bungalow, and get some of the plants trimmed up nicely. Denise thinks that […]