Caribbean Note V

It's Sunday evening and of all the notable events of the past week I think missing the Verbort Sausage festival might be the most significant. If I'd thought of it earlier I might have asked for a volunteer to make the trek out to Verbort to pick up a years supply of sausage for us. I suppose it's a good thing though; we don't need the "bad" food and we didn't ruin another set of clothes by standing around the burn barrels for three house drinking beer and swatting the sparks and burning embers off while we waited for our turn at the dinner.

Our contractors are finished and we have removed trees and pruned and built and filled and arranged so much in our yard that the iguana's don't know how to navigate in our trees any longer. As we sat enjoying our new yard an iguana crashed through the branches and clunked, dazed, onto the concrete near where we were sitting. Rexx ran over in attack mode and it was all we could do to catch and hold him (Rexx) back until the iguana regained his senses and escaped back into the trees. We had four all at once yesterday eating the papaya that Berit puts out for them.

We dove Tolo and Candyland today with the study abroad boys. Saw all the usual suspects and many turrtles and a lobster. No less than four lionfish escaped us. I think Darwin is at work here. The ones we catch are dim witted and the ones that escape are quick and smart and have above average children who grow up to be quick and smart too.

Today is the twentieth anniversary of our first date and Berit and I are going to the grand opening of the Paradise Moon Restaurant in it's new location on the waterfront. We ended up at the Hotcake House at two in the morning that night so we hope tonight is at least that good.

Not much to say about the elections. More good than bad, I think, and in two years we hope the economy is in much better shape than now.