The end of many books

What could be more devastating for a lover of books than to find that termites had found their way into them and in some instances gutted them entirely.
What ?.
This is what I found to-day when by chance I decided to move a few books in my book case in the bed room.
And what a disaster.
Not only had the buggers gotten into my treasury of books, they had also found and destroyed files about the purchase and creation of the place I call home.
I hate those vile insects.
I hate them almost as much as I hate the ants that will find my few favorite plants and eat all their leafage leaving the poor plants to struggle to survive with a few spikes and very few leaves to give them sustenance.
I hate the stupidity of it, as I hate the stupidity of killing of rhinoceros for their horns and elephants for their tusks.
All just to enhance the lives of a few humans.
I am a good person.
I let the mice/rats cavort in my kitchen at night.
I let the toad/frog into the house in the morning when it decides tthat it must spend the day under my couch.
I am a good person.
So why do termites think that they can invade my territory and destroy my joys in life, my books. Why ?
A pox on all termites and their kin.
And a sad good-bye to some wonderful treasures that have kept me sane these many years I have lived alone in the house on the hill of Mismaloya.
R.I.P.

I did not make a cake for my birthday, in fact I did not even make a special dinner. Things did not work out as planned.
But then I got to thinking that there is no reason why I could not move the celebration to another day, a more convenient day.
People of import do it all the time, moving their birthday celebrations, so why not I ?
And then I started to look for a recipe for a cake. I had a vague recollection of a type using tortillas, a thing I found kind of appropriate for the place where I live.
But then I found a cake recipe calling for chocolate and red wine.
What could be better !
So this is what I will do. I will make  myself a chocolate/red wine cake. I will enjoy it and I will not feel guilty.
Life is to short and shorter when your next birthday is seventy.
Onward with the good stuff, chocolate and wine.

What's in a name

I heard some truck lumbering up my hill and checked--what else do I have to do ? --and LO
is was the gas truck and very much needed it was as I was down to low reading on my gas supply.

Jubilation all around. From me for not having to deal with the office calling to order gas, although they are very good, and i imagine from the truck guys for having a sale making the trucking up my treacherous hill worth it.

And so the little guy made out my bill when they had filled the requested amount.

It could not have been more incorrect, and I loved it.

Alan Madsen had turned into Alad Manset

Ava Gardner 562 turned into Abagarnet # 563

and Lomas del Pacifico was L.del Pasifico.

I think the little guy did well with all these strange names.  I would be lost trying to write many of the names they have here.