Week 7 and Most of 8

 I apologize for this post's tardiness, I have been trying to retire early to bed and I tend not to write while I am with Steph. Stephanie has been home for the last week and a half as a result of her encounter with our front gate. She returned to work on Wednesday and seems to be managing with arrested digits, I think she has the hardest time with concerns of what her customers think might be wrong with her. People have the oddest preconceptions about the sterility, health, and well being of the people living in Mexico. Parts of downtown Portland are dirtier than anything I have encountered here in Cozumel. Her finger and palm has avoided infection nicely and she removed her stitches on Tuesday, something I am a little bummed I was not in attendance for, I would have liked to pull a thread myself as I have never had stitches.
The dual posting of this blog is also a direct result in the fact that I have not had a respite from work for the previous thirteen days. I have reached the point of where it is questionable if my mind is following my body or the reverse is true. The days were full of up and downs, rain clouds followed us around last week and I was once again let down by the lack of thunderclaps in this tropical climate. It is what I thought would be one of the additional perks on our adventure down here, tropical rain equals lightning, Zeus has let me down.

The rain cloud followed me into work and last weeks sales were miserable, this week though the sun showed its face and as the fog evaporated sales seemed to condense to my being. On Wednesday I made more in commissions in four hours than a two week pay period at my previous job could produce. It makes being here that much more enjoyable knowing that a job well done is achievable while being able to bask in paradise. My extended work schedule has been arduous and my mental capacities to put black pixels on white screen have been drained, I have been using the islands resources for contemplation and looking inward to think about what to put in these paragraphs. For it was only friday I floated in the ocean for an hour and a half contemplating this very posting.
The most pleasing of the creature comforts that has transpired from my last posting is that I have my computer up and running again. In Portland my computer screen was my television, my parents inherited that and my hard drive came with us. All of my internet connectivity has been through my iPad and has served me well to an extent. After my profitable day last week my first order of business was to buy a new computer screen. Though it is not as large as my previous screen it more than fits the bill, I bought something inexpensive, light and portable so I should be able to transport it to Alaska without incident. And those reading this blog will also benefit with pictorial representations of some of the beauty I find with the relief of not having to read a thousand words.
(Aaaah the internet has been down sense Saturday!!!)
I will wrap this blog up as I am afraid at this point I will not get this post up until next week.

Week 6

What transpired last night trumps the previous seven days in such a magnificent way that it wiped my slate clean. Unfortunately I believe my slate had some entertaining things inscribed upon it, but the raw torn flesh of Stephanie's finger white washed it away.
Let's step back from the dramatic. We were invited to a nice party at a very European bar over looking a very Caribbean ocean. The party started at ten which  was about two hours past our bedtime for the entire previous week, both of us had been up or restless for the last seventeen hours. Steph wanted to leave around eleven-thirty and I was, as always, still interested in being embroiled in one-upsman-ship, pointless, flirtatious, poignant, political and such conversations that revolve around a party. She departed and I found myself at the only table where ladies were sitting, it honestly was the only chair open in the entire bar. After striking up a conversation with the the only blond, blue eyed, Israelie I have ever met Steph showed back up. My first thoughts were "Great, why couldn't my open chair have been found next to Ari, Devir, Ronen, Uvlav, another Ronen, Sagi, or Pedro?" I quickly saw in the washed out expression on Steph's face and knew something was amiss.
On her initial departure from the party Steph found herself staring at our front gate of our apartment with no keys to receive entry. Her immediate decision was to climb the fence. Honestly this is a problem that has plagued our household for years now. The two of us leave our domicile as one and return as two. The both of us have been trespassing, breaking and entering in our own homes, more times than we can add on our digits combined. Unfortunately Steph didn't make it through this challenge unharmed. I still don't have the full account of what transpired between her and that gate but it is obvious the gate won in their dispute, and one of her digits was mauled.
After a very attentive and concerned taxi driver made her get in his cab as to abscond me to make flight to the nearest urgent care, Steph was the recipient of two new stitches.
I think the doctor was younger than I by four years, and his vibrating hands made me sit down to collect my wit out of the ethereal fog that came crashing down around me. I believe it was the same fog that I watched said doctor inject directly in to Steph's flayed finger  multiple times. It looked like a chef trying to inject brine into a raw, torn chicken thigh so it would not dry out during roasting.

Today she is on the mend, I think she will be fine in a weeks time. There is going to be a gnarly scar but it will just add to our story of how we up and moved to Mexico.
Oh yeah one of the details that wasn't completely erased from my brain. On the way home I saw an entire trunk full of assorted Mexican wrestling masks being unloaded. Literally a car trunk full, there must have been at least five hundred Mexican wrestlers staring at me.

Week 5

I am taking the advice of my mother and brother, I am making this a weekly blog. For two reasons this makes sense, one being that I can't write coherent sentences after work, and two being if I sat every night to put my thoughts down day after day my blog would become accounts of annoying customers and what time I went to sleep. A seven day recap should be a more intriguing read. I hope...
Week two-ish of work has been about the same as week one-ish, my schedule is consistent in that it fluctuates between morning and evening shifts, or more accurately early morning and morning. I have now worked both and the early morning is far superior. As I write this my visage is  in the dappled light of a giant lime tree that has a beautiful cluster of orchids in the hollow of a long lost limb. You, as the reader do not know this but I am going to have to recess as a bounty of fish, tortillas, chicken soup, with chips and salsa is being spread before me. Sadly Steph and I are not playing footsie, we have been dealt a hand where our schedules do not coincide. In fact today I got home from work as she was leaving for the day. We will be talking to HR about it shortly, we moved knowing home is where the heart is and our hearts can't be in orbit around our schedules hoping for collisions. 
I am back, it was delicious. We had our first rain on Thursday, even though I got caught walking home in it I enjoyed it to some extent. It was the first rain I felt in over a month, it felt good in that it was a hard, real, rain which I had not been caught in for an indisguindishable amount of time. The only thing at all vexing about it was my worry over losing the creases in my pants, and Steph worrying over my soggy condition when I got home. The precipitous weather is so ineffectual on my psyche as compared to Portland it confirms many of my decisions to move down here. I had all but forgotten that the skies had been dark when the next morning I found two of the island's Scottish Terriers playing in the surf on my way to work. I know my mother is reading this not believing the words I just wrote, but yes two Scottish Terriers playing fetch in the ocean. 
The sun is setting now, it as beautiful as ever but it always disorients me. From our apartment I can look at the sea, and looking on a map it looks like the sea is directly west, but we are on an ever so gradual outcropping of the island. My East Portland/ Oregonian ingrained compass tells me if my toes are touching a body of water the sun is going to set somewhere in front of me. I have developed the unfortunate habit of wandering in the wrong direction here, Steph usually trusts me to know where I am going but the sun sets in my compass' south. So I find myself circling blocks as I amble about, luckily San Miguel is small and I don't ever actually get lost, just tardy.
My personal categorization of ecology has also changed, the vulture has replaced the crow, the melodious black bird stands in place of the starling, skinks and geckos are substituting the common house spider, and pigeons are pigeons. I can't figure out what the pelican has replaced but they crack me up as they take lumbering dives into the ocean. Compared to the other sea birds they look like they are doing belly flops, but they often pop up rewarded with fresh sashimi. My other favorite comical avian that I happen along frequently is the sandpiper, they are the Prefontaine of birds. On my early morning commutes I will happen upon a flock in the middle of the street and they will run ahead of me for up to a block before they realize they have the ability of flight. It is absurd to watch them work their tiny legs trying to keep pace ahead of me like I am a tidal wave only for them to lift off the ground and find themselves out of harms way with flutter of their wings.
As we start to relax out of our little macroville I can't wait to happen upon iguanas, boas, and other large creatures that the Caribbean has to offer. Speaking of which, I recently learned that one of my friends, and coworkers, is a certified instructor of scuba and her boyfriend runs a local dive shop. So we will be partaking in some good discount dive opportunities as soon as our commission pay checks come in. Steph will need a little bit of coaxing but I am sure that as soon as she is face to face with a sea turtle she will transform into a mermaid every opportunity she gets.