Found an old fb post by accident and sharing it again today:

Well, I’ve been busy working and yet, finding the many things to be grateful for each day: A good nights sleep. A pretty drive to work as the vineyards take on fall colors. Leaves a blowin’ and leaves a settling down. Knowing where the only candle I have is when I needed it recently. A good ebook by the candles glow. A trip to Mexico planned and gaining steam, oh boy! Family, friends, life, art, music. Last but not least, sappy, holiday movies. Cheers!

Always a colorful sunset; looking out my window.

I had a chance to practice listening and speaking in Spanish when I conversed with a couple of woman at a nearby hotel today. It was just a simple conversation as we talked about where we lived and where we came from. We all laughed when I told them that I was born in San Francisco. What was funny is that the younger woman responded “ah, San Pancho”. A nickname for someone named Francisco is Pancho. I picked up on the joke right away. I thought it was rather clever as I had never heard that one before.

Dining at a local eatery and it was quite yummy.

A view of my town on the lagoon side.

Some day…

Some day…

A little activity in my neighborhood today was acutually quite noisy with the cement mixer churning.

I am studying Spanish with a friend and I mentioned the word hábil which means skilled. My friend tells me that homo habilis was the first primate tool maker. I am now thinking about how language connects the dots. When we start to look at the common denominators, we as a species could probably relate to each other better. When one is being judgmental the looking is for the negatives and the differences. As a practice looking for what I have in common with you and the next guy could be more useful at the playground. 🤪

I had a teacher in High School that was always good for a laugh. He is a friend so I see his posts on fb. He sometimes answers those silly questionnaires that probably track people. Responding to the request to replace a word in a song to ‘sausage’ he writes “I left my heart in sausage (now I have heartburn)”. He still makes me laugh.

I am thanking my lucky stars as opposed to seeing stars after a brief encounter with a coconut. I have a little ritual after my daily swim. I go to the side of the pool near some steps and remove my fins. Then I remove my swim goggles and swim cap. I lean back briefly to completely wet my hair. At that moment yesterday there was a sudden splash in front of me. At first I thought it was a volleyball until the thing bobbled up to the surface. It was a coconut about 6 inches in diameter and it had some weight to it. I was standing in a few feet of water so the hit to my pelvic area caused no pain.

You know, it has been said that “timing is everything”. Had I not leant back at the moment I did, that sucker could have hit me right on the top of my head. It was coming from a very tall (not exaggerating) palm. One man who saw this happen reminded me how lucky I was. At the end of the day I can only think that with all the precautions one takes to be safe, anything can happen.

Motto for today: live it up!

Five years ago today I was in Paris. It was my first trip ever to Europe. A highlight of that trip was an afternoon at the Luxembourg Gardens.

I just looked out the window and noticed this colorful sky.

My friend Luis once told me that Mexicans seldom go to bed early. The evidence is in. There is often music to be heard until the wee hours of the morning in my hood. I’ve gotten used to it. Así es.

Sunset.

I asked Siri to show me photos of bicycles and an old favorite popped up.

I grew up in San Francisco therefore I was very familiar with the Muni system. While in high school I took on a part time job and everyday drove with friends downtown from the outer Richmond. Returning home in the evenings was usually on the 2 Clement line. What is etched in my mind is how mesmerized I would get staring out the window and gazing at different buildings and dwellings. I often saw the flicker of a tv emanating from a window. That was enthralling. I would wonder about the lives of the people in their homes watching the boob tube. I would somehow feel connected to these strangers from a distance. It was a mystery, always in black and white, and I looked forward to it 5 days a week.

Here in Mexico people often work 6 days a week; most of the ones I meet at least. Last night I asked my good friend about that. “Luis, why is it that everyone works 6 days a week?” His response was immediate, “we have lots of children”. We both laughed hard. It could be true.

I was suggesting to my friend to clean up the leaves on his awning when we discovered a gem amongst the rubble.

I have been watching this young man, Fernando, grow up. He is always so quiet but not so scared of me these days. If he turns out as kind as his father Anselmo, he will have had a good start in life.

It’s a rainy morning after Hurricane Enrique continues to move north along the Costalegre vicinity of Mexico. I have just updated to Big Sur as the logic board on my computer was replaced. A big shout out to the guys over at MacGeek in Manzanillo. So far things are looking good. I reinstalled 1Password after worrying that some snafu would occur and I would lose my cargo. Another app, DayOne, survived the sync. Hopefully there is no hurt in reloading my other apps; moving slowly.

The fan above me whirls round as do the thoughts inside my head. The computer died and with it’s reawakening there will be so much to do. Are my backups good enough? I am concerned but I am not upset. C’est la vie.

When I was very young, probably around 6 years old, there was an event that occurred that I have never forgotten. After school one day my friend suggested that we buy some candy and she gave me a nickel. We went to the store. I paid first and gave the man my money. When my friend paid she gave him a dime and he gave her a nickel back in change. She turned to me and said “here, he gave me your nickel”. I tried to explain that it was no longer mine and only her change. She didn’t understand. There was no changing her mind. I surrendered with candy in one hand and a nickel in the other.

My good friend Joanie and I shared the dance floor weekly for some out and out frenzy fun, for years. She always had a closet full of shoes and she had an eclectic taste. She once loaned me a pair of neon lime green pumps for one of our dance nights. I really loved those pumps and to think of them I just smile inside and out. More importantly, I loved Joanie. Joanie died earlier this year and I miss her with a vengeance. If I ever come across a pair of neon lime green pumps again, I will buy them and wear them proudly.

A place I visit often for a late breakfast, Ramon’s in Barra de Navidad. It feels like home.