Blues ?

Well, that did not work.
I had been feeling a bit blue, so I thought, since I had bused it to town and schlepped a supply of cheap wine up the hill to my abode, that I might as well enjoy a few glasses of wine.
I did.
In fact I enjoyed a whole carton and fell asleep on the couch and tried to watch some telly after I woke up. Gave up and went to bed.
And had a miserable night.
Today I feel worse than yesterday but I have decided not to repeat the wine disaster.
I am not sure what is worse--feeling blue or having a headache from too much wine.
Neither is good but......oh heck..tomorrow is another day and I am sure it will be a much better one.
So good that I will celebrate with a few glasses of cheap wine........get the drift ?

My best friend

So there I was.
My best friend in my hand, peeing out in the jungle and thinking
what a lucky fellow I am
Not many guys can walk out on their terrace and pee, whenever the need arises.
I can.
I have so few neighbors and the few that I have are so far away that I have absolute privacy.
I could even drop my pants ( I don't ) and nobody would know
what a lucky fellow I am.
And what a great way to save water.

Of children and eating

I now know a bit more about children and their eating habits after a visit by my niece and her brood.
I have learned that one should not really ask children what they want to eat, and if one does, not to follow too closely or there could be weeks of macaroni and cheese or something equally inedible.
I have learned that children rarely die from missing a meal. It is disheartening to see them pick at what you thought was a delightful dinner, but they will survive or the whole human race would have vanished a long time ago.
I have learned that given a choice between a well thought out dinner with lots of veggies and a burger, the burger will always win out.
And there are very few thanks from children.
You've gotta love the buggers to put up with this shit.
And we do.
Mostly.

La Migra

I finally understood what he was yelling at me. He was upset, this Mexican dude in his big, black, macho truck with all his buddies, all of them sweaty and red-eyed and overweight and drunk.
I had committed the unpardonable sin of honking at him when he tried to bully his way into my lane in a narrow street in Vallarta.
He was idling next to me at a stop and yelling again
and this time I got it
U Wan Me To Call Immigration  HUH ?  U Wan Me To Call ?
And I realized that this sweaty faced and inebriated young Mexican most likely was one of the many millions of undocumented aliens in the USA for whom the greatest fear would be to be reported to immigration--La Migra--and who now suddenly had a chance to reciprocate ( I have California license plates ) , and he was not missing that chance. He was going to show this uppity Gringo that this was Mexico and he was Mexican and return the greatest fear....the immigration
The difference is that I am perfectly legal here. I spend a lot of time and a lot of money getting my visa once a year, so this was not a threat to me.
I did not laugh at him outright, that would have been a bad mistake I fear. I let him feel he had won the battle and go home and tell all his overweight and drunk buddies how he really, really told an old Gringo fart off.
I get to write a blog about it so it really ends up being a win-win situation.
Except that he really was a pig trying to force his way into my lane...

I'm back

And so Carlyn mailed me a note asking me if I had stopped blogging. I had. I have. At least for a while. Now my fingers are getting the itch again, so maybe I will take it up for yet another round. I kind of missed it, dissing all and sundry and making a fool of myself...well maybe I did not miss making a fool of myself, I do that too easily and too frequently, but all the same. I missed not sharing my thoughts.
In the meanwhile the site has changed and I am trying to find my way....schucks...I am a big boy, I can learn a few new tricks, just watch and see.
I am still waiting for the day when one can just talk to the computer. Wow, what a relief that would be to me. My thoughts, slow and cumbersome as they may be, are still light years faster than my poor uneducated fingers trying to type. One day....one day I shall be able to really, really blog what I think. Y'all just wait.