TODAY IS Mexico’s Independence Day. We tossed off the shackles of Spanish colonialism almost two centuries ago.
I can’t say that really improved things, but it’s always best to steer your own wagon, no matter how crookedly.
My child bride likes to don traditional attire to mark the occasion. At left is a photo I took this morning. She hand-stitched the apron, but it’s not quite finished.
She’s been working on it, off and on, for years.
Downtown is closed off today. There’s a parade in the morning, and mobs of people mill around doing their celebratory thing with food, finery and folks on horses.
Beer and tequila too. Gallons of it.
At left is a photo I took eight or 10 years ago in the same spot. Note how well she ages.
She doesn’t normally wear pigtails, but it’s the customary hairdo of the indigenous women of our area.
The color photo is my child bride when she was an actual child. She’s standing on the roof of a building owned by a relative here. She had help from her mother to get dressed on that occasion, but today she did it all by herself.
I’VE GOTTA lot of Mexican relatives. Some are nicer than others, and some are better-looking than others. This is one of the nicer, better-looking ones.
Her name is Chandra. When asked a couple of years ago why she is so pretty, she unhesitatingly responded: Because God made me this way.
Chandra is 8 years old. She has a brother, Jaime, who is also nice and good-looking. Jaime is 12, and he’s teaching himself to play the guitar. He’s also a choirboy.
Chandra and Jaime’s mother is named Alma, which is Soul in English. She is about 34 and quite beautiful. Their father, our nephew, died two years ago of cancer. Those were bad times, but things have improved.
Chandra and Jaime are always glad to see me. I like that.
I’m always glad to see them too.
I saw Chandra this afternoon at the coffee shop downtown where her mother is working part-time. The bunch of folks at the table behind her are more of my Mexican kin.
OUR HOLY WEEK (Semana Santa) festivities kick off today with a huge artisan market downtown on the main plaza. At least I think that’s true because I saw lots of vendors setting up shop late yesterday.
We’ll know for sure when we get downtown this afternoon to sell pastries.
Semana Santa and the Day of the Dead are our two big tourist draws each year. It means clogged traffic and mobs of people and other inconveniences for those of us fortunate enough to live here, but it also brings money into town, always a good thing.
I took the above photo today. I shot the video below yesterday. The tinkle of wind chimes are from us. The cackle of chickens are from next door.
It’s how things look and sound around here in dusty, dry springtime.
IT’S THAT TIME of year again, the time for the annual bougainvillea shot.
I include my child bride for the sake of perspective. And, as in all years, the monster plant has been trimmed back. Abel the Deadpan Yardman did that about two months ago in winter. Yes, this is the trimmed-back look.
My child bride is dressed for the gym, by the way, an every-Monday occurrence, along with each Wednesday and Friday.
Now that I have removed the behemoth nopal, the too-tall, trash-tossing pear, another smaller pear and the trash-tossing peach tree, this beefed-up bougainvillea is the lone, remaining yard annoyance. Perhaps one day I’ll have it removed too.
It is rather attractive, however, and it does not toss rotten fruit, just dead blooms.
When I walked toward the kitchen this morning not long after dawn, I noticed this light play on the wall of the living room, so I photographed it.