Today was supposed to be election day.
The day when each of you could narrow down the three potential houses I should buy. At least, the house you like best that you think I should buy.
But Mexpatriate is a dictatorship. A benign dictatorship, mind you. But a dictatorship, nonetheless. Ruled by a first cousin of Plato's philosopher king.
And the dictator says we are all to hold off on voting until an additional candidate is added: the option of continuing my rental arrangement at Casa Nanaimo -- where I have lived blissfully since 2009. The ultimate status quo candidate.
I do not need to add much more than what you already know about my little duplex by the laguna. For the past three years, my photographs and prose have centered around it. If you like, you can look back on the poll that led me to these fine walls at we have a winner.
Voters always whinge that they never have enough choices. Well, choices there will be.
But that is tomorrow.
And, as Scarlett O'Hara so sagely said: "Tomorrow is another day."
