AUTUMN ARRIVES on Saturday, but we’ve already started Fall.
In our hearts, if not in celestial reality.
The leaves are dropping from the peach tree, littering the Jesus Patio, making more work for me, not appreciated.
I like the photo above, so I’ve added it to the header.
Unrelated to fall is that we’ve now entered the third week of my child bride’s broken arm, caused by a fall. The doctor said the cast would stay in place from four to six weeks. We are praying, of course, for four.
The biggest challenge, certainly for me, but for her too, it seems, is her mop of hair. She cannot arrange it to her satisfaction with one hand.
So that leaves me.
We’ve come to verbal blows over this matter.
Here she is sitting in our Mexico City condo three years ago. Her hair has not been cut since, so you can imagine. It’s not only long, much longer now than in this photo, but it is quite curly. You might even call it kinky.
We’ve had quite a few emotionally challenging moments due to this mop.
Her getting both her arms back in action cannot come too soon.
Matrimonial bliss hangs on it.
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And furthermore …
As I’ve written on various occasions, our town is renovating streets, especially around the spectacular plaza.
This has been going on for y-e-a-r-s. Three at least. Nonstop.
Laying the cobblestones, and sidewalk renovation too, has been completed on two sides of the plaza. Above, you see the third side, and they’ve dug up all the old stones on the fourth, the side that abuts my family coffee shop. We’re in the rainy season, so we have an abundance of mud.
The Goddess willing, this will end before I die.
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Moving on to cheese
One of the many great things about living south of the Rio Bravo is the abundance of great avocados or, as we call them, aguacates. Another is cheese or, as we call it, queso. We Mexicans love our queso.
Visitors are cautioned to avoid cheese. Sometimes it’s not pasteurized, maybe most of the time. I pay that warning not a lick of attention.
The cheese in the photo is called queso seco or dry cheese. We bought it here on the mountaintop, but recently we found a very small store that sells only cheese on a street corner in the capital city.
The cheese is unrefrigerated, and on our first visit we found wheels of various cheeses sitting on the floor. This would appall a persnickety person, but we bought a quarter kilo, which was exceptionally tasty.
We took it home, ate it happily, and did not die.