Tomorrow I'm gonna have fun with an entertaining guy 

The title of this text, Vivi put it in my head yesterday. Originally it was a bit different, sharper, but we immediately forgot about it, and finally agreed on this one. Her wish is my command. ¡Estamos para servirle!

We had gathered here in "my" patio to continue discussing the somewhat complicated situation. But I was depressed, despondent. Nothing worked anymore. It was hopeless! And from this rich humus grew the great desire for simple pleasure. I thought of God, and I suspected that perhaps He too, after the high flight of his first giant creative steps of creation, was equally tired and exhausted. The Universe! The stars, the earth and the water, the little animals and the plants! Wow, as exhausted as I am, of course! Forgive me, but I still cannot see beyond my horizon.

Yesterday I was drained. The day before I had been full of momentum, first thing in the morning I wrote the text "The flower and the pavement", and it was full of visions and we made confident steps to solve the difficult situation: Residence. Study plan, money problems, even almost a life plan. Just the right coordination: Vivi, and me.

Starting point: the beautiful house where I live now, but where I don't have any work to contribute to the house! I don't cook, I don't shop, I can't even clean my room myself - at least not at the moment - because the tasks are distributed, and the girl is probably happy to have a job too. A situation unknown to me. I have to find my little place first. And the teachers willing to risk their lives for one-on-one lessons with the demanding Jorgito - in Covid 19's time - are not in sight at the moment - especially as it is pre-Christmas. And Christmas is sacred for Guatemalans. Until the end of the year, nothing will happen. All right, then let's contemplate!

This morning, as expected, the tide has turned again. Quite bipolar. Up one day, down the next. Up again now. I already have ideas in my head again, stimulated by, although short, deep sleep, and thanks to the dreams in which even Walo (deceased friend) and Yann (lost friend) came to visit me. What a joy, although the dreamed events were strange, as they often are. But it was also fun. So today I see the possibility to find the funny guy in me, of course inspired by you. Well, I mean of course, everyone who stumbles into my life. Because without them, I'm nothing.

My first duty this morning will be to take Vivian and her beloved doggie son Bambi to the vet. He is already twelve years old, and has become a little fragile. I already took them both there once a year ago, and I loved doing it. It was also very nice that Vivi trusted me as a driver, and even when I drove like a crazy Guatemalan, I was still cheerful. She still trusted me. A real miracle.

Vivi getting gas on our way to the vet.

We had also already communicated on banking issues and sound solutions with my brother first thing in the morning. Within the limits of my possibilities, I am sure that I always put my business on a very solid footing, even though I often depend less on steel and concrete, and secure locks, but rather on imaginative negotiation, and careful trust, and a firm handshake. That I sometimes fall on my face is almost inevitable when looking for new paths. But I have learned that you can always get up after a fall. And whether it's thank God or me, it also sometimes seems to be a matter of skill and diligence in the negotiations between him and me.

When I was advised by a well-liked "daughter" this morning by electronic means that I should not seek, but simply find, I was a little offended. I defended myself - hopefully skilfully - by answering that sometimes it is inevitable to look for a path to find it when one gets lost in the jungle without maps to show one the way. Certainly more difficult than finding the way in the safe streets of a regulated life with clear structures and a full agenda.

In the dream there was also a man who spoke Spanish. He reminded me of the elegant and seemingly careful lawyer I once met with Astrid wandering the streets of Xela. He said a few words, which ended with "the road is made by walking". And suddenly I realised that this is true not only for me - I am slow - but for all of us. Probably God included.

Forgive my frequent use of the term God1. I could use an asterisk or an underscore as is fashionable in "advanced" Europe to include the idea of the undefined so as not to exclude anything, but that seems too complicated to me. God is enough for me. Otherwise, I could stop talking and writing, and go back to mixing with plants, animals and rocks, and trees. So I ask for your understanding.

What else in today's plan to have fun? I don't know yet. The day will tell. Because I just can't enjoy myself, too bored. I'm with God on that.

PS: Waiting for Vivi and Bambi, who are at the vet. I sit on the pavement, smoke and look at the tyre shop across the street. A tyre salesman writing big on his garage "Puncture Gift of God". Pure Guatemalan advertising! What a joke!

PS2: When we returned home after going to the vet, I drove directly, with care and precision, to the narrow garage, and smiled smugly at Vivi. But instead of praising me, she said that I had come too close to the entrance to the rooms and that it was no longer possible to pass through easily. Yes, but I can hardly get out anymore? I was already a little angry, are we already arguing, when I am right? He got in, reversed and went back to his brother Neri's car, and of course he couldn't get out anymore. There you see! But she just got out of the seat on the passenger side. And she looked at me. And I drove past the back, still upset, of the brother's car and saw that there would be space to park closer to the shelves so that she could get out better too. But you just said that the shelves and the washroom are not so easily accessible. I was furious, she is always right. We said goodbye and I walked home, my helpless anger slowly evaporating as I thought. Oh God, she's just being attentive and careful, thinking of others too! So she parks much better than I do.
As soon as I wrote this, I heard my mother say with a smile that "the child took a long time, but I always knew that I just wanted to do well". And immediately I thought I heard my father's voice saying that he now understood better why I had not been inspired by his, albeit careful, but sometimes too rigid and boring laws and rules of procedure, and besides these are only, the best of the bad! I don't know if I had really heard this, but rarely have I had such a grateful feeling, and only given him words. Oh God, fortunately I still have a lot to learn, and I hope I have time. I'm looking forward to it. Almost excited again. It's funny, isn't it?

PS3: For lunch, we ate a cream, with chopped onions and vegetables, and cheese on top. And chickpeas with sausages and sliced mushrooms, in a tomato stir-fry, and guacamole. Plus hot peppers and pickled carrots. And tortillas of course. Very tasty, and as always varied, served by Doña Carmen, the best and most varied cook in the world. I am already a true Guatemalan!

Song, to complete a fun day, a gift from Vivi: "Casa De Locos", Ricardo Arjona.

1God, Allah, Jehovah, or Atheist or Emptiness, whatever. Even violence or care, etc. Like all terms, they are always ready to be renegotiated. To talk more would be like redundancy and that would not be the most interesting thing :-)