Soggy Sunday in late Spring

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Sheep’s tail relishes the aftermath of rainfall this morning.

IT RAINED yesterday, and it rained again this morning. It’s supposed to rain this afternoon. We embrace this even though we’re not sure of the cause.

It could be the start of the five-month rainy season, or it could be due to the hurricane out in the Pacific, or it could be both. No matter. We’ll take it.

Sunday is a good day around here. There’s a certain sameness to Monday through Friday, and Saturday is devoted to pastry sales downtown. Sunday is up for grabs.

There is some routine to Sunday. My child bride usually irons. We invariably go to a restaurant for lunch, and we usually watch a Netflix movie in the late afternoon.

But if we wish to change all that, we have the right.

Every morning of the week, after croissants or bagels at 8, we move from the dining room to the living room and plop down into the cushy sofa for a spell. Put our feet up. It’s one of the best times of the day, every day.

If the light is just so, a cobweb or two around the big living room becomes visible. We really should have a maid, but we don’t, mostly because we are solitary people who don’t want anyone underfoot. So my child bride does the best she can, ever bitching about why didn’t we build a smaller place.

I help a bit, but most of my work is in the yard. Plus, I’m ancient.

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Even the Jesus Patio table welcomes the rain.

The rain has cooled things considerably. We didn’t have the cooler blowing upstairs last night, and we only turned on the ceiling fan in the bedroom. The tower fan stayed in the off position.

Not only is it fresher, but we’re feeling good, which is notable due to both of us having some health issues in the last few months, things that appear to be resolving themselves. Sunday is usually a great day.

Even better if you’re feeling fine.

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From the downstairs veranda this morning, also enjoying the cool air.

Hacienda embraces child care

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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.

She hasn’t changed much. She is taller.

A quiet moment under the portales

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Not a woman in sight.

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.