When I started thinking about retiring to Mexico, I had this vision of lazy days on the beach catching up on my reading. And just relaxing.
Somehow, I misplaced that plan.
Tuesday was a perfect example of how I seem to be living a life style a bit more alternative than the one I had planned. The photograph at the top of the blog is courtesy of my brother, who caught me napping. I am getting the relaxing part down without a problem.
(Looking at that photograph, it is hard to believe that I have actually lost 25 pounds in the last two months.)
I really cannot tell you the details of Tuesday. The day slipped by without much being done. I had hoped to work on the house's swimming pool. But my brother and I put that off until tomorrow.
I needed to get Jiggs to the vet for a cortisone shot, but once again both of the vets were not available -- and I really do not understand why. This is another example of why I need to get with my Spanish program.
I did accomplish one task. I needed hangers. I found the appropriate shop tucked away in its own bit of obscurity, picked out the hangers, and was promptly charged an excessive price. But I did not know enough Spanish to stand my ground. And I needed the hangers.
On a less mundane note, I have arranged to have dinner with American Mommy in Mexico and her descriptively-named family. Their Mexican experience is drawing to a close just as mine is getting started.
Speaking of dinner, I had planned on cooking a chicken dish tonight. I actually managed to gather most of the ingredients. I chopped. I diced. I mixed. The last step was to open the chicken.
It stank like -- chicken that has gone bad. So, we had the dish without the chicken. The menu: vegetable stir fry and a Greek salad. Not what I had planned, but it was good.
One last note. Some of you have started suspecting that my brother Darrel is a literary device and may be as imaginary as Harvey.
To prove otherwise, here he is looking for Hawaii or China. I am not certain which. You might notice a certain family resemblance.
Somehow, I misplaced that plan.
Tuesday was a perfect example of how I seem to be living a life style a bit more alternative than the one I had planned. The photograph at the top of the blog is courtesy of my brother, who caught me napping. I am getting the relaxing part down without a problem.
(Looking at that photograph, it is hard to believe that I have actually lost 25 pounds in the last two months.)
I really cannot tell you the details of Tuesday. The day slipped by without much being done. I had hoped to work on the house's swimming pool. But my brother and I put that off until tomorrow.
I needed to get Jiggs to the vet for a cortisone shot, but once again both of the vets were not available -- and I really do not understand why. This is another example of why I need to get with my Spanish program.
I did accomplish one task. I needed hangers. I found the appropriate shop tucked away in its own bit of obscurity, picked out the hangers, and was promptly charged an excessive price. But I did not know enough Spanish to stand my ground. And I needed the hangers.
On a less mundane note, I have arranged to have dinner with American Mommy in Mexico and her descriptively-named family. Their Mexican experience is drawing to a close just as mine is getting started.
Speaking of dinner, I had planned on cooking a chicken dish tonight. I actually managed to gather most of the ingredients. I chopped. I diced. I mixed. The last step was to open the chicken.
It stank like -- chicken that has gone bad. So, we had the dish without the chicken. The menu: vegetable stir fry and a Greek salad. Not what I had planned, but it was good.
One last note. Some of you have started suspecting that my brother Darrel is a literary device and may be as imaginary as Harvey.
To prove otherwise, here he is looking for Hawaii or China. I am not certain which. You might notice a certain family resemblance.
