A moment has arrived which I had not the foresight to expect. My blog has clearly become a bloody bore, and almost no one is reading it anymore.
Let's face it. My daily life is pretty mundane. The first year in Nicaragua was full of new experiences and new people. I was learning to fit in and taking photos of interesting and colorful sights. I was developing a network of people to know and learn from, and I felt cared for by my empleada and her family, by my family in Managua, by my lawyer and once dear friend who helped me through the maise of governmental requirements.
Suddenly, the phone isn't ringing, my messages on Facebook get one-word answers, if any. And I am feeling fairly friendless. True, I am a depressive person. These sorts of small negatives have a habit of assuming tsunami proportions. Something has ruined my precious friendships and I do not know if it is something I did, or perhaps I became a big drag, or a cranky old lady. And I have no one to ask.
Well, this is a pretty debacle. I am using my blog to wallow in self-pity. So unhappy. So lonely. Another chicken died. My son just left after just five days. My special dinner was a disaster,
So I expect I will not be posting for a while now. Sadness and despair are not especially edifying under any specie, and I will spare you the intricacies of self -medication. Oblivion looks pretty good.
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