WORK PROGRESSES on the replacement of the Jesus Patio.
At top, the space is cleared for the cement. That metal grid is to put bones in the concrete, making it less likely to crack in years to come.
The guys arrived shortly after 8 a.m. — we barely had our bagels down — and started mixing the cement with water and gravel. Where did they do that? Right on the floor of one of the two carports.
In the top photo, on the right side, you can see a grass circle that’s a different color than the other grass. That’s where the cursed peach tree once lived. Aha! And on the far side of the square just above the smaller pile of rubble, there is another circle.
That’s where the damned pear tree resided. Double aha!
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On New Year’s Eve, word began spreading around the area that gasoline was disappearing in stations in the nearby state capital.
I immediately jumped into the Honda and filled up.
Two years ago, as one year segued into another, this also happened. It got pretty serious and lasted a couple of weeks. And it happened last year too, but not nearly so grievously.
Strange thing is that no one seems to know exactly why. The government offers various excuses, and then there are rumors.
Mexico always has rumors.
This year it’s reported to be affecting four states, and guess which one is the worst. That’s right. It’s mine. And this morning I read that propane gas shortages were also beginning to appear.
I called the LP gas company, and I’m awaiting a delivery.
(And it just arrived!)
So our propane tank is full. That should last a couple of months, so we will survive winter with hot showers.
Mexican life. Never a dull moment.