SINCE FRIDAY, we’ve had a child here, a one-year-old, a perpetually smiley kid who’s not bad, as rug rats go. She came with her mother, a niece who’s 23. They leave this afternoon, and peace will descend yet again onto the Hacienda.
I’ve never been a kid person, but this one is so good-natured, I kinda like having her around for short spells. My child bride, on the other hand, goes berserk. She loves babies of any sort. It’s an obsession.
Above is a photo of my child bride when she actually was a child, over half a century ago. It’s a great photo that I’ve posted here before, but long ago. It deserves another appearance. It was taken on the roof of a home downtown.
BEFORE MOVING south, I used to listen to Dr. Laura on the radio in Houston, Texas. I found her very astute and no-nonsense. There’s always lots of nonsense going around, lots more now up there than when I lived in the United States.
Once she pointed out that it’s women who cause trouble in families, and men who cause trouble between nations. This is very true. Why is that?
What’s left of my family above the Rio Bravo consists of just two people, and both of them are women, a sister and a daughter.
My sister is impossible to relate to due to being a political fanatic of the feminist, lesbian, Bolshevik, anti-man variety. I admit some lesbians are nice people but, sadly, my sister is not one of them. She is so explosive that both our parents were afraid of her. They have since died, but I don’t think she had anything to do with that.
My daughter was just 5 years old when her mother and I parted. This, not to put too fine a point on it, is not a good thing for a 5-year-old. Making the situation worse, her mother and a new beau took off for Canada, hiding from the law, when my daughter was 8, not returning till she was 11.
Things have never been the same.
My daughter will be 52 next month. I have not seen her in over 16 years. I’ve invited her and her husband to visit, but it never happens. My daughter is a woman. Her mother, who has influenced her greatly, is a woman too.
Dr. Laura was perceptive. I look around at my Mexican family now, and I see lots of conflict. It’s invariably the women who cause it. The guys just mind their own business.
I was thinking about this just before I snapped the photo above a couple of days ago. I was having a nice café Americano negro. I usually watch beautiful women walk by, but none were in sight. Maybe that’s why I thought about this issue with women causing family problems. I’m glad I’m a guy, but I cause no problems between nations or anywhere else.
I HAVE ENTERED the new world of cryptocurrency, and I feel quite stylish for having done so. I bought a Bitcoin.
Well, actually, I have purchased 0.01398091 of a Bitcoin. That’s what 3,500 pesos will get you, or would get you yesterday. The value changes. That’s about 185 American dollars. Bitcoins are pricey.
It’s not your daddy’s Bitcoin anymore. While it was mainly known as the cash of crooks and other sleazy sorts not too many years back, it’s cleaned up its act. WordPress accepts it, as well as plenty of other legit businesses, and there are even Bitcoin ATMs in Mexico, four at least, Querétaro, Mérida, Mexico City and Monterrey.
What you’d do with a Bitcoin ATM I have no idea since Bitcoins have no physical existence.
There are numerous routes to becoming a Bitcoin owner. I opened an account with Bitso, which was Mexico’s first Bitcoin exchange. There are quite a few others.
To open an account with Bitso and buy Bitcoin, you must be a Mexican citizen. But if you’re unfortunate enough to not be a Mexican, there are other routes for you.
One of many new online marketplaces that accept Bitcoin, sometimes only Bitcoin, is Open Bazaar. I’ve become a cutting-edge sort of fellow. Though normally I don’t use the word “cool” except when talking about the weather, I think it now applies to me.