Of bones and death

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Out the bedroom window this cool, overcast Monday.

I HAVEN’T issued a recent update on my child bride’s broken arm.

On Sept. 28, two days before a month had passed (the doctor initially said it would require four to six weeks), the cast came off. Since neither of us had ever suffered a broken bone before, we were clueless about the process.

While an X-ray indicates the arm is healing nicely, we did not anticipate the effects of one month of having an arm immobilized. Things happen to muscles and tendons, painful things. Well, mostly after the cast comes off.

But she’s doing exercises and soaks in warm water, and all is improving, but it’s not back to normal. Patience.

Worst of all for her is not being able to return to the gym. This has been the longest spell of no-gym in her 30 years of gym fanaticism. Again, patience.

But she’s driving her car again, and dealing with her own hair.

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Weather-wise

We’re approaching the middle of October, which means we’re nearing the end of the yearly, five-month-long, daily deluges. The Day of the Dead arrives Nov. 2, and sometimes we get a rain on that candlelit night, messing things up in the cemeteries, but then the rain is gone till the following June.

With luck, the Day of the Dead will be dry. I’m told the corpses prefer it that way.

My favorite lesbian

YOU WON’T FIND many lesbian atheists like Camille Paglia. Likely, she is the one and only. I’ve been a fan for decades.

Unlike most all lesbian atheists these days, she scorns political correctness. Most embrace it with a vengeance. Here she provides a great take-down of contemporary feminism. Not the original version of decades past — equal pay for equal work, etc. — but the new, man-hating, storm-trooper version.

I continue to cringe at what’s going on above the Rio Bravo, censorship has markedly escalated in recent months after the de-personing of the buffoon Alex Jones by most internet entities because they disagree with his opinions.

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No banking for you!

A relatively new censorship tactic by the American Bolsheviks (Democrat Party) that has received far less attention than it deserves comes from payment processors who are deleting conservative accounts. You can no longer contribute to Jones’ InfoWars via PayPal.

The Twitter alternative that is devoted to free speech, Gab.ai, has been threatened with the same action by its two payment processors, PayPal and Stripe.

This is akin to getting a letter from your bank that tells you it’s closing your checking account because your opinions differ from the bank’s.

Don’t think this is trivial. The Bolsheviks have moved their battle beyond social media. They’re coming after your wallets. You may be next.

Watch out below!

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OUR TOWERING nopal tree is no more.

A crew came this morning, chopped it down and hauled it away.

What’s next? The prolific pear? The dreadful peach? The horrendous bougainvillea? I want them all gone. I prefer a nice rock-and-concrete yard with ceramic decorations, nothing that grows to give me headaches.

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Going …
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Gone!

Around the mountaintop

HERE’S A GOOD video a nice-looking couple made of our mountaintop town and lovely things nearby.

I landed here by pure luck 18 years ago, first living eight months in the state capital which is about 40 minutes away down a smooth four-laner.

One day I came up here, sat at a coffee shop sidewalk table on the main plaza (not the one owned by my sister-in-law), took a look around and said to no one in particular: I could live here.

So I went back to my two-story, sparsely furnished rental in the middle of the state capital, packed my few things, rented a car, tossed it all in, and drove up the mountainside where I moved into yet another two-story, sparsely furnished rental. I lived there for 2.5 years until we built the Hacienda.

The first 1.5 years, I lived there alone.

When I moved to the mountaintop, there were about 40 Gringos in residence. Now there are about ten times that number, too many for my taste.

No matter. It’s been a fine time. Best decision of my life.