A small pretender

ABOUT 7 P.M. yesterday, I was sitting on a web chair in the yard patio, enjoying life.

I had come home about an hour previously and, after changing the birdbath water, wiping the glass patio table, the chairs too, I took a seat to enjoy the view.

The August air was cool.

I noticed something zooming about the bush just in front of me. It appeared to be the smallest hummingbird in the world, and it was visiting orange blossoms. Could that be a hummingbird? It was so tiny. And it appeared black and white.

I stood for a closer look, but it dashed to the other side of the orange bush and vanished off somewhere. I came inside for internet sleuthing.

It was a hummingbird moth. I had never heard of such a thing. It comes in two varieties, the Clearwing Moth and the White-Lined Sphinx. Mine was the latter. Here is some interesting information. The video, which isn’t mine, is not too clear because they are hard to tape.

Its range is from Central America to Canada, but I’d never seen one. Unlike most moths who are night creatures, hummingbird moths gad about in daylight.

Life’s full of surprises.

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Still shot that I found online.

How to end mass murders

THE HEADLINE was to draw you in. I learned that back during my newspaper “career.”

New ImageThere is no solution to mass shootings in the United States. None, zip, zilch, nada. It is an American cultural cancer without a cure. No radiation. No chemo.

Gun control certainly will not do it. Gun sales could be brought to an immediate, complete halt, and it would not solve the problem because America is floating in firearms already. It would be shutting the barn door after the horse has skedaddled.

Blaming Trump won’t do it either. Ain’t his fault anyway.

No one is to blame. It’s just something Americans do now and then. Mexicans don’t do it even though we have plenty of guns floating around down here too, which proves, by the way, the futility of gun control. We’re highly gun-controlled.

Bullet-riddled, bloody, gun-controlled Chicago proves the same point.

And the shooters span the political spectrum. The El Paso gunman was a right-wing nut. The Dayton killer was a lefty, a fan of Fauxcahontas and Antifa, which the media have tried to keep quiet. But not that of the El Paso gunman, of course. White supremacist!

And it was a Bernie bro’ who shot Rep. Steve Scalise in 2017.

Why were there no mass shootings above the border, say, a century ago? To a large degree, because there was no rapid communication, no internet. High tech has made it very easy for maniacs to get wild ideas about manifesting their fantasies and communicating them all over the place, which makes them feel so very good. And important.

Rapid communication, internet, social media exist in Mexico too, of course, so why don’t we do mass shootings? The culture is different.

I cannot imagine it would ever enter a Mexican’s mind in his wildest drunken dreams to go into a mall and start killing random strangers. It would be unfathomable.

Wipe out a rival narco gang? Well, sure, but that’s just business.

As for senseless, mass murder, better get used to it.

Above the border, that is.

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(Note: Here’s an interesting piece by a writer who thinks America has an “angry, young man” crisis. He’s correct and, again, it’s the culture.)

Brian Fey’s new digs

BRIAN FEY WHO lives on a nearby mountaintop took an unplanned swan dive off a two-story (or more) building a few weeks back. I wrote about it in a post titled Brian Fey Cannot Fly.

Since that near-death experience, he’s been through surgery and pain, remaining hospitalized until Thursday when he was transported by ambulance to the humble home of a nurse who will tend to his needs for a few months more.

Till he gets back on his feet, literally.

Brian was quite a bit short on funds before the swan dive, and a GoFundMe page has been set up for his benefit. I kicked in a bit, and you can too if you wish. Here’s the link:

https://tinyurl.com/yx8g6men

Brian is a very talented artist, and he touches on that issue toward the end of the video at top. Just so you can see how talented, watch the following video too.

 

Battling the bushes

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Aloe vera on the left, philodendron on the right. Both growing again.

THURSDAY MORNINGS there’s a mercado on the neighborhood plaza just down the way. Mostly, it’s fruits and veggies, but you can also find fresh fish flopping atop a tarp on the sidewalk, and used clothing and deep-fried pigskin from a copper vat.

What you cannot find, at least today, are decent avocados. Prices are really high lately, and one effect of that is that street vendors do not buy them to sell because they don’t sell. You can still find avocados easily in supermarkets, however.

Returning home following my morning exercise walk, I looked about the yard. The rainy season does good things and bad things too. All have to do with rampant growth. The grass gets green (good), and it must be mowed (bad).

Plants that were chillin’ over winter and spring muscle up. Habitual passers-by here at The Unseen Moon will recall that I’ve eliminated quite a few yard plants over the last year or so, to my happiness and my child bride’s dismay.

Some, like the cursed peach tree and monster pear tree, are gone altogether. Here’s a shot from 2015. That’s the peach on the left. The pear is barely visible farther on, right side. Also, you’ll notice the old, stone Jesus Patio.

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Olden days. Funky, funky and more funky.

We now sport a cleaner look.

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These days. Sleek and fresh. Time to party!

That big aloe vera in the top photo is whacked back a bit, something I did this morning. I also trimmed the other aloe vera that sits outside our bedroom. I did that a couple of days ago. The cuttings rest in what I call the Garden Patio, below.

Abel the Deadpan Yardman will be here Saturday to mow the grass and weedeat. I’ll have him haul the aloe vera cuttings down the street where he’ll toss them into the ravine.

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Lots of burn treatment available in this pile.

Remember the colossal bougainvillea I had removed a few months ago? Here’s how she looked then with my child bride providing size perspective.

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And then I had her removed, all but the base.

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But like an unruly woman, she’s reasserting herself, but I’ve got the upper hand now and will bend her to my considerable will. She’ll learn who’s her Daddy.

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Just you wait, Dearie.

In an ideal world, plants with attitude would be eliminated completely from the Hacienda property, and only polite ones would stay put.

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Yellow looks nice. Bugs love to get between the net and the glass. Then they die.

In other news, the fellows who installed the shade netting in the renovated upstairs terraza last month will return today or tomorrow to remove the yellow net we chose at first. The reason is that it hangs below the glass domo, trapping bugs which then die there. Due to the light color of the net, the bug graveyard is horribly visible. Creepy.

So the yellow netting will be removed, and a darker, greenish one will be installed atop the glass, not below. This will also add a bit of protection against hail damage.

Never a dull moment. And if you read this far down, a Gold Star and Honorable Mention will be added to your permanent record. Congrats.