Long Time No See

The month of March in Seattle and the Puget Sound area was a refreshing family vacation mixed with medical appointments at the VA Hospital Medical Center. My first visit back to the States in over two years. Since January 7, 2020, to be exact. I had my gall bladder removed on December 31, 2019. New Year’s Eve. What a way to begin the New Year. The Covid pandemic struck Central America with the same vehemence as the rest of the world. I did not feel comfortable boarding an airplane. Until I decided the time was right and I booked a first-class ticket in the first seat near the entry door. The first one on, the first one off the plane. I remain convinced that the US of Northamerica is a mean, racist hellhole filled with ignorant people who will never change. After a month, it is good to be home.

Paradise at Your Fingertips

I have reconciled myself to the the reality of Covid 19. The beast is here to stay. Our lifestyles have bowed to the inevitable. Accept, or die. When I leave my home I feel naked without my face mask. I avoid crowds like the plague. If there is a line for occasional needed services I wait for another day. Maintaining distance from other people has become a way of life. I have always been a loner type of person so I am comfortable with my life as it has evolved. Washing my hands frequently and using gel after contact with money and objects not in my living sphere is now second nature. Current Honduras Cocid cases: 397,548. Recovered: 127,289 Dead: 10,548. I will be flying to Seattle in a few weeks, my first flight since I returned to Honduras from surgery stateside on January 7, 2020.

What Next?

Comicron kind of snuck up on the planet. Makes one wonder how many tiny killer variants are giving us the hungry eye. I postulate there will be more of them, each with its own dangers. And undoubtedly after two years there is still death lurking around the corner. I find myself in permanent mode trying to evade not only the scourge, but also the ignorant fools who make it easy for the viruses to spread. My current fondest desire is that the government make it a requirement for people who board aircraft to produce proof of Covid vaccination. I hope it happens before March 1st.

Felices Fiestas Navideñas

Time literally flies when you´re having fun. The best decision I ever made in my life was deciding to remain in Honduras to live as an expat after I completed my two-year term of service as a Peace Corps Volunteer. My other government service is six years in the military receiving an honorable discharge as the US of Northamerica was still bogged down in the Vietnam War. Yesterday I received my covid19 Pfizer booster vaccination here in La Paz where I call home. Next March I will travel to Seattle to spend a month visiting with my family, then return to paradise. Happy Holidays to all!

Covid

Different variants of Covid are still killing people world-wide. Delta the latest prevalent to evolve: Mu in the wings. Honduras stats over the last six months: 343,807 cases, 9,023 deaths, and new information confronting the multiple virus variants is vaccination data. 3,205,881 Honduran citizens have received their first vaccine and a number of others the second dose. This in a population of approximately 8,000,000 folks. The pandemic is far from over. The 1918 Spanish flu raged for 5 years killing millions. I contiue to follow precautionary rules. I leave my home only for essentials, mask when I do, avoid crowds and places where people congregate by picking days of the week that are sparsely populated. And I always bring disinfectant gel and spray and disposable towelletes. Meanwhile in the US of Northamerica, absolute idiots are rejecting vaccines and masks, ignoring safe distances, and self-medicating with a horse dewormer. And also dying. When I travel to the US next March I intend to receive a 3rd Covid vaccine, a booster, at the VA Hospital when I see my primary care provider in Seattle.

He´s Baaack

It has been, what? Six months? I moved into my beautiful new home and have been inundated with chores laced with the realities of the Covid variants. I have also concluded the virus will be with us for years, thanks to the unvaccinated idiots who deny reaaality. May they die off quickly. One goal is to learn how to post photos of my surroundings on this site. Stay tuned. I am not going away, unless the virus invades my domain. My coffin is paid for and a dear friend will administer my will and testament. Life is good. The Lord walks at my side. Paz y tranquilidad.

Coronavirus Vaccine

On 20 October 2020, Honduras had 96,150 positive cases of covid-19 and 2,661 deaths. The country’s population is 8 million. Today, 5 months later, the positive cases number 177,832 and deaths 4,196. The virus continues to live among us and will probably cling to the population for years. People become complacent, many do not use masks, others will snap at you if you ask them to maintain a safe distance. One cannot cure stupidity. Honduras last week announced the purchase of 5,000,000 doses of the Russian Sputnik 5 vaccine. The vaccine is one of the most effective worldwide. I hope to receive the vaccine as soon as it becomes available.

Sister Edith Suazo Fernandez RIP 15 February 2020

Last year my world turned upside down. On January 7th I returned to Honduras after a month in the States undergoing surgery. February 15th my friend, mentor, and work colleague died at the age of 47. Within that period of time the covid-19 virus birthed and commenced its attempt to destroy the planet’s human population. The virus and several variants continue their destructive behavior. The immediate results at Sister Edith’s Foundation for at-risk children were catastrophic. The children were dispersed by the government agency that had done their nefarious best to destroy Sister Edith’s work, the covid virus assisting their devious goal. The shoddy management of the foundation for the entire year 2020 brought us to an illegitimate election installing a governing board with opportunistic people whom Sister Edith had fended off for years. The foundation building remains shuttered and the covid virus continues its reign. April 1st I move to a new home. Te extraño demasiado, hermana.

Complacency Ends In Tragedy

Rather than improving, the pandemic remains on an upward course worldwide. More lethal covid variants are multiplying as their evolution consumes more and more of the planet´s human population. Here in Honduras one would think the danger of contamination is past. Many folks wear no mask, they crowd in line, they ignore basic precautions. I remain home as much as possible. Yet one must purchase provisions and basic necessities. My outings are skeletal in nature. Avoiding crowds and choosing times of day and days of the week less dangerous are paramount. I will be traveling to La Ceiba in 2 weeks, my car stocked with disenfectant wipes and bottles of gel and spray to create as much as possible a protective bubble everywhere I go. It is still scary.

Felizes Fiestas 2020

All good things must come to an end. Subsequent to weeks of political intrigue that flushed out craven manipulation and opportunity that included individuals who I thought were friends, the Foundation’s Home for At Risk children has fallen into the hands of an unscrupulous cabal of persons long detested by Sister Edith. My own involvement with the Fundación Señor San José has come to an end after 12 years. I leave with many happy memories and hundreds of photos, many in the body of this web page recorded for posterity over several years. I, of course, continue to maintain contact with my former students. We have agreed to maintain Sister Edith’s legacy as best we can. I will continue to comment and observe and write to this post. God bless.