1-15 I just don’t understand how the weather can be so nice everyday. It is only a concept at home. We are sitting out by the pool this morning enjoying our coffee, and reading the paper on the internet. It is a great bonus for us to access our mail and view all of our earnings in the stock market.
Alfredo, the house caretaker is very busy this morning. He has to take his wife to Mexico City today for a doctor’s appointment. That never sounds good. They will be taking the bus. He told me the trip is about 10 hours. He will be back on Saturday. So, that means 10 hrs all night on the bus, the doctor’s appointment, then return for another 10 hrs overnight. He appears to have a lot of nervous energy this morning. I think he is also feeling guilty about leaving us alone for a couple of days. He is looking at a couple of tough days.
We had a little cocktail party here last night at 4. We had eight people over and it was a lot of fun. We will be trying to do something every Wednesday if we can.
Our only complaint so far has been the dust from the little road leading up the hill next to us. There is a new little hotel just getting started. The owner is from Canada. All of a sudden, a road grader and a water truck showed up at 6:30 last night. He worked a deal with the crew working a job down the road. He told me he had been waiting for three weeks to get the work done, and finally made another arrangement. We had deviled eggs left over from our party, so I shared them with the workers. They really liked them.
It looks like we have decided to go to the beach to walk this morning, and maybe hang out at Paty’s for awhile. These decisions can be tough to make sometimes, but we got ‘er done.
Our friends Larry and Susan, Matt and Sheila arrive tomorrow at 4. They will be here for two weeks. We are all looking forward to our time together. I am sure we will peg the laugh meter a few times.
I have been trying to get a haircut, but my barber Rigo, wasn’t open the other day. His hours appear to be, if he is there he is open. If he isn’t there he is not open. What is so tough about that? They call it Mexican time.
Tonight, Judy and I went to town around 5:30. Caught the bus and then walked to Rigo’s barber shop. When we were close I could see the door open, and then we could hear the singing. Rigo likes to sing. He has a Karaoke set up in front of his chair. There was a teenage boy getting a haircut. We waited through about 4 songs while Rigo finished the haircut. He would stop in the middle to sing a little extra and then would have to put in another CD. He has a fine voice and likes to sing. It is always an adventure to go there. Finally it was my turn and he gave me a great haircut, and beard trim for 50 pesos. Razor trim and all. We walked around for awhile, and now we are home
Warren