hobgoblin of little minds

I may not be a hypocrite, but I can certainly be inconsistent.


I complain about the manner in which newspapers create a false impression of the crime rate in Mexico by emphasizing stories of violence.  And, here I am, right here on stage in front of your eyes, riding the same one trick pony.


There are a lot of things happening in this part of Mexico other than Tropical Storm (soon-to-be Hurricane) Jova.  But charging bulls do have a way of focusing one’s attention.


I went to town this morning to fill up the truck’s gasoline tank and to buy some water and batteries.  I also stopped by the bank to get pesos from the ATM while it is still working.


Other than the bank (where it appeared every tourist in town had the same ATM idea), Melaque looks as it does on every rainy Saturday.


There were the usual buses disgorging the Guadalajara tourists with their blown-up float toys.  Tourists that muttered about the early morning rain during their day at the beach.


And unlike the news reports we saw from the American East Coast when Hurricane Irene headed in for a visit, there were no Irwin Allen crowds stripping Oxxo shelves bare. Other than two teenagers who were far too intent on imagining their first child, I was the sole customer in our Oxxo.


Few seemed to even be aware that a hurricane may be on the way.  And those who were simply laughed about it. 


Of course, they may have a better sense of this whole thing than I do.  Pessimists love maps like the one at the top of this post.  It makes the hurricane look like a rogue train heading down a set track.


Of course, we all know that weather will have its own way.  And nothing could better exhibit that fact than the map that pops up when I click on the alternative model option.

No longer do we have a train.  Instead, it looks like a decision tree in the United States Senate.


I am ready if we get a glancing blow.  If it looks as if we are about to get the Full Monty from Jova, I have an alternative plan.


My blogger chum Calypso would say: “STAY TUNED.” 


Who knows where my next post will be written.  Even in that, I am not consistent.