LIFE CONSISTS of details strung together, some good, some bad.
We live next door to a hot-springs motel that was constructed over a decade ago in what was an empty lot where a lonely cow lived. The motel has not provided us with as many interesting moments as we had imagined.
The traffic there is fairly constant. It’s a nice, well-maintained place.
Recently, the owner installed an automatic gate opener in the exit lane. It makes a whirring sound every time it’s activated as satiated customers depart.
We hear the whirring in the Hacienda, and we call it the Sound of Satisfaction.
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Credit card fraud, etc.
We’ll be going downtown early this morning to the bank. If you get there at 8:30, the wait isn’t bad before you can talk with one of the officers.
We have a number of issues to resolve. My child bride’s debit card is about to expire. The electricity bill for the Hacienda was not paid automatically from our checking account last time, as it’s done for years. And I need a new credit card because we had to cancel one last week due to hefty fraudulent charges.
I only use credit cards online, never out in the real world. How do crooks put charges on it? This is not the first time it’s happened, but this week’s bogus charges are considerably higher than ever before. Good thing I keep a sharp eye on card movements.
Due to such perils, I consider four a minimum number of cards. All of my credit cards are issued by our Mexican bank. I had American credit cards when I moved south, but they’ve fallen by the wayside.
Anyway, if you live in Mexico you should have Mexican credit cards.
If you don’t care if your name is engraved on the card, and I don’t, you can pick up another credit card immediately at the bank. Ditto for the debit cards.
Our bank is BBVA Bancomer, the best bank in Mexico.
The worst bank is HSBC.
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Sonogram of my insides
The gastroenterologist who put the hose up my butt, due to some blood work he found suspicious, recommended I get a sonogram of my liver. I did that yesterday, and the doctor said everything looked okay.
The doctors keep trying to kill me, but I defy them.
The sonogram, done by a doctor not a technician in a high-tech lab in the state capital, cost the peso equivalent of $27.
Beats the devil out of ObamaCare.
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Nasty little birds
I’m battling birds. Some years, but not all, I have to fight off swallows around this time who want to build their wretched mud/spit nests on the roof beams along the edge of the Hacienda’s exterior.
They stick muddy spit up there, and I scrape it off from below with a hoe. They try it again. I scrape again, and so on. This has been going on for a week. Some years they bypass us entirely. Most years, actually.
But they are stubborn this year. Some people say it’s bad luck to remove their nests, but I don’t care. They’re nasty.
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Cheese and chairs
Within two blocks of the lab in the state capital, we found a cheese shop, so we bought some superlative cheese off a huge wheel. We also found a specialty workshop that we’ll be using. It’s a guy who renovates old office chairs.
At this moment, I’m sitting in an elegant office chair that I bought about three months ago at Office Depot. It was a replacement for the previous elegant office chair I had used for many years.
Alas, the old one is in bad shape, even sporting tape on one arm.
How fortunate to have found a shop that renovates old office chairs. When we return next week to pick up the official results of my sonogram, I’ll be dropping off the old office chair. Perhaps it has many more years ahead of it, supporting my butt because I prefer the older one.
Mexicans do everything.
We’ll likely cross the street for more cheese too. It was wonderful cheese.