Bones, hair, cobblestones & cheese

FLY
I was sitting on the Jesus Patio when I shot this guy nearby.

AUTUMN ARRIVES on Saturday, but we’ve already started Fall.

In our hearts, if not in celestial reality.

The leaves are dropping from the peach tree, littering the Jesus Patio, making more work for me, not appreciated.

I like the photo above, so I’ve added it to the header.

Unrelated to fall is that we’ve now entered the third week of my child bride’s broken arm, caused by a fall. The doctor said the cast would stay in place from four to six weeks. We are praying, of course, for four.

The biggest challenge, certainly for me, but for her too, it seems, is her mop of hair. She cannot arrange it to her satisfaction with one hand.

So that leaves me.

We’ve come to verbal blows over this matter.

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Disheveled on an early morning in Mexico City.

Here she is sitting in our Mexico City condo three years ago. Her hair has not been cut since, so you can imagine. It’s not only long, much longer now than in this photo, but it is quite curly. You might even call it kinky.

We’ve had quite a few emotionally challenging moments due to this mop.

Her getting both her arms back in action cannot come too soon.

Matrimonial bliss hangs on it.

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And furthermore …

As I’ve written on various occasions, our town is renovating streets, especially around the spectacular plaza.

This has been going on for y-e-a-r-s. Three at least. Nonstop.

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Just yesterday on the third side of the plaza.

Laying the cobblestones, and sidewalk renovation too, has been completed on two sides of the plaza. Above, you see the third side, and they’ve dug up all the old stones on the fourth, the side that abuts my family coffee shop. We’re in the rainy season, so we have an abundance of mud.

The Goddess willing, this will end before I die.

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Moving on to cheese

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This is queso seco.

One of the many great things about living south of the Rio Bravo is the abundance of great avocados or, as we call them, aguacates. Another is cheese or, as we call it, queso. We Mexicans love our queso.

Visitors are cautioned to avoid cheese. Sometimes it’s not pasteurized, maybe most of the time. I pay that warning not a lick of attention.

The cheese in the photo is called queso seco or dry cheese. We bought it here on the mountaintop, but recently we found a very small store that sells only cheese on a street corner in the capital city.

The cheese is unrefrigerated, and on our first visit we found wheels of various cheeses sitting on the floor. This would appall a persnickety person, but we bought a quarter kilo, which was exceptionally tasty.

We took it home, ate it happily, and did not die.

29 thoughts on “Bones, hair, cobblestones & cheese

  1. Once again you demonstrate your adaptability with painless, seamless skips among subjects.

    May your child bride’s bone break heal quickly and well and hair cease to be an issue.

    May you always have a butterfly or two in your yard.

    And a newly constructed cobblestone street near your plaza.

    May your cheese never mold.

    What else could one wish for?

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    1. Ricardo: Gracias for the positive feedback, yet again.

      I will always have butterflies here, I think, and hummingbirds too.

      Some cheese improves with mold. Not queso seco, I’m guessing.

      It’s gonna be a nice, cool day.

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  2. Possible to get a niece or relative to stop by every couple of days to help her with her hair? Could be a well spent 100 pesos???

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  3. “We took it home, ate it happily, and did not die.”

    I like that line. My wandering mind ran across a similar thought last night. I have been foisting my need for new culinary experiences on my son. Unlike most Mexicans, he has been enjoying my recent experiments — just as long as I do not slip in any fruit or Kalamata olives.

    We would all be far better off in this life if we were willing to try something new by taking it home and eating happily. And, just as the serpent told Eve: “You will not surely die.”

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  4. Felipe: What has become of Mexico? Hard hats! Safety vests! Next thing they will be wearing the first thing they needed, steel toed boots.

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    1. Kris: I don’t see where hard hats are of much use with this sort of work. Safety vests either. But we do enjoy copying the Gringos now and then, maybe even the Canucks too. As for steel-toed boots, they are readily available here, so I imagine some of those guys are sporting a pair.

      As long as we don’t start to copy political correctness, which we don’t, I’m okay with this copying nonsense.

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  5. Felipe,

    I’m sure you and your child bride will both grow from this experience (lol, if you don’t kill each other first). May peace and patience be in abundance in your casa.

    Regards,
    Troy

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      1. Good Lord! Even the suggestion probably got you into some hot water.

        I think you need to make friends with a hairdresser, and fast. Then get that person to come over every morning to help with the process. Meanwhile, you need a crash course in hair care products and how to use them.

        Saludos,

        Kim G
        Redding, CA
        Where the standard of a good haircut is one that will survive more or less intact a drive with the convertible top down.

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        1. Kim: All things improve with practice. I have improved my hair-pulling-back talents significantly over the past couple of weeks. Now I’m pretty good at it, and she’s relatively satisfied. A satisfied woman is a good woman.

          But, Jeez, you people and your hairdresser recommendations. That one never had a chance of getting off the ground.

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  6. I happily ate all and everything while I was there, including cheese. Your mountaintop town is way busier than I expected! And I love your wife’s “mop”; I think you should peruse a couple of fashion magazines and experiment with a couple of artful hair arrangements. Surprise the heck out of her.

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    1. Angeline: My mountaintop hamlet has a population of more than 80,000. I think I give the impression here that it’s some sleepy little backwater. It’s not.

      As for my wife’s hair, the only thing she asks of me is that I pull it back into a ponytail of sorts. That’s it because that’s all I am capable of. No matter. The way I do it does not meet her high standards, usually.

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  7. Hi Felipe. We’re back from our three months at the cabin. Sorry about your wife’s arm. The cure for her hair is to simply remove all mirrors from the house or send her to the hairdresser.

    As for the endless construction on the street, here’s hoping that they haven’t forgotten something that goes under the street or they will have to dig it up again. That happened on Isla Mujeres where we used to go. They just finished installing beautiful interlocking paving stones but forgot something very important: drains.

    Cheers 🙂

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    1. Brent: Welcome back to civilization. You were sorely missed.

      As for mirrors and hairdressers, well, dem things ain’t gonna happen. We just gonna have to soldier through. We can do it. We be tough. Both of us.

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      1. Well, you are a toughie and so is your wife. That’s all good. I’m sure you will make it through this. We made it through three months of no TV, internet or phone. No problem. Now we’re back in the big sh*tty with all the bells and whistles … and pizza delivery. Loving it ! The next dilemma is where we should go this winter for a little heat. The last place we were comfortable with just had an open-air nightclub built next door. Intolerable. Perhaps Argentina or Belize. Not sure at the moment.

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        1. Brent: I am a toughie indeed, and I have gone far longer than three months without TV and internet. Can’t same the same for a phone, however, but I could do that too, easily.

          I suggest Argentina. I’ve always wanted to go to Argentina. Should have done so before I got too old to endure sitting in a plane so long. Oh, well.

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          1. Argentina is in the midst of a currency/inflation crisis at the moment. The people seem pissed and I don’t blame them. But I don’t really want to go to a place where angry protests are the norm. Been there, done that. Anyway, it’s all moot. I booked two tix to Cancun and we’ll make it up from there.

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            1. Brent: Just found this comment of yours in the trash file. Dunno why it was there. I blame WordPress.

              I too want to avoid places where the people are pissed. I also want to avoid the mega-touristy Cancun. There must be some middle ground.

              I’ve never been to Cancun.

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  8. As refers to the mound of hair, my suggestion would be to go to a hairdresser daily to corral it. Might be cheaper than a rift in marital bliss.

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  9. The hard hats and safety vests were a “favor” to a friendly supplier of the president of the town, just as a lot of other useless price inflated-items they don’t use.

    Take your wife to the hair guy Beto next door to your sandwich shop that you enjoy. Pay for it, cheaper than dinner. On second thought, you can take her to dinner after her treatment and makeover.

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    1. Tancho: Didn’t know that about the origin of hardhats and safety vests, but it does not surprise me.

      And what you and the others who have suggested hairdressers for my child bride, know that this issue presents itself daily after she steps out of the shower. Daily. Immediately after bathing. Hairdressers are not a viable option.

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  10. Great post as usual. The part about the cheese brought back memories of my ex-father-in-law, a large manufacturer of Queso Cotija. Him being from Cotija de la Paz, it only made sense. It surely was not made to USDA standards, but he became a very wealthy man doing it.

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    1. Señor Leathersich! Been a while. I’ve thought about visiting Cotija, but we haven’t gotten around to it just yet. Maybe we will. It’s not all that far.

      As for your former father-in-law, I read somewhere years ago that your in-laws are never ex’s, that they remain your in-laws even if you divorce their offspring. Not sure how that would work, however.

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  11. Great photo! Enjoyed the mix of stories.

    We were in Buenos Aires earlier this year and really enjoyed it. Great city right now especially if you bring your US$. But, yes, long plane rides.

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