Dawn usually finds me up, and I watch the sunrise over the mountains that I see clearly through the window over the computer screen where I am sitting, reading the morning news.*
Sometimes I step out to the upstairs terraza and look around town. There’s a pretty good view from this second floor, plus the Hacienda sits on a slope.
Thursday morning I noticed a house on the street out back has Christmas lights strung up with lots of colors lit. It was still dark out. I am an early bird.
The hammock is out there, and I wonder why I so rarely use it these days. Too cold in the mornings, but the afternoons work, but I’m usually otherwise occupied. I didn’t used to be otherwise occupied so often.
I really do little of anything, but the nothings that I do become different.
The outdoor patio in the yard is rarely used anymore either, although I keep the tabletop clean, the chairs too. I also wonder why I use that so rarely nowadays. It’s a mystery. One’s rhythms change without warning.
I sit quite a bit still in the downstairs terraza on one of the wicker rocking chairs. And I sit on the flaming red sofa in the living room to read the Kindle.
Most mornings, my child bride and I walk six laps around the neighborhood plaza, about 20 minutes. On Thursdays, a few folks set up stands to sell stuff. One of the stuffs sold is fried pork fat, chicharrón they call it.
Kind of like the cracklins of my youth. I like the smell, and I enjoy passing the stand every lap around the plaza. I inhale deeply for the memories.
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* The Washington Times, Newsmax, The Times of India, The National Post (Canada), Bloomberg and Reason 24/7. Occasionally, HuffPost for laughs. The internet is a glorious thing.