Well the rainy season is upon us here. As I sat down at my laptop and pondered what to write about, a flying ant landed on my lap. “Oh, great!”, I moaned out loud, “It is that time of year again!”
Flying ants. They invade your home and leave behind a couple of souvenirs. I remember back when our floors would be covered with the wings those ants had shed. Back before we had screens attached to the wrought iron bars on our balcony. They still find ways to sneak in and leave me reminders of their visits, but not like back then. I love the rain, but did not love the invasion of the flying ants, and I certainly do not miss the daily mess they left upon my floors.
On a good note, that little flying ant today reminded me of a tale I once told, back when Vidal worked in the Riviera Maya, back when I had summers off to frolic and journal while he worked…
Take a deep breath, sort through my run-on rambling sentences, and I promise you those flying ants WILL appear.