MERRY CHRISTMAS...AND TO ALL MY FANS, A BIG JOLLY THANK YOU
Thursday, December 24, 2009
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Still have not made Christmas dinner plans. I know, I know; where is my head? It is a little hard for me to "get" the fact that the holidays are nigh due to the daily sunshine, high temperatures, and lack of television and, thus, my failure to get in the spirit of things although I do enjoy NPR's 24-hour stream of Jingle Jams!
At the risk of sounding like a yuppie in American Psycho, 
awesome example of contemporary American literature although, admittedly, not exactly what one might call 'fun reading', I need to secure a reservation somewhere, mildly upscale and preferably free of mariachis and Mexican children, post haste. Someplace quiet where the patrons are foreigners and will likely feel it prudent to dress...up. Even a buffet spread in one of the nicer hotels will suffice.
Wow...it's Christmas Eve.
Still have not made Christmas dinner plans. I know, I know; where is my head? It is a little hard for me to "get" the fact that the holidays are nigh due to the daily sunshine, high temperatures, and lack of television and, thus, my failure to get in the spirit of things although I do enjoy NPR's 24-hour stream of Jingle Jams!
I need to secure a reservation somewhere, mildly upscale and preferably free of mariachis
At the risk of sounding like a yuppie in American Psycho, awesome example of contemporary American literature although, admittedly, not exactly what one might call 'fun reading', I need to secure a reservation somewhere, mildly upscale and preferably free of mariachis and Mexican children, post haste. Someplace quiet where the patrons are foreigners and will likely feel it prudent to dress...up. Even a buffet spread in one of the nicer hotels will suffice. Tuesday, December 22, 2009
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If nothing else, all this walking, no, climbing up and down the hill to my apt will build my lower body and second wind. Whew! It's exercise, per se. That is sort of good because I do not dedicate myself to leg workouts as I should; no, I suppose I do but I don't look forward to training legs.
Every time I leave the house I have to make a trip of things. Like going into the big city as if am in Brooklyn and all of Old Vallarta is Manhattan. At least am just three miles to the sky. Another two-and-a-half and I might be in a Mexican version of Queens. (Honestly, these mountain people do not act that much differently than the obnoxious lowlifes in New Yoik. Plus they raise poultry.)
But I digress: My thighs are full-bodied front and back, the ankles are definitely being utilized and it shows in the calves which now flex just from walking, and, shoot, a peso can be bounced off of my hard glutes. Boing!
Oh I loooove my life.
If nothing else, all this walking, no, climbing up and down the hill to my apt will build my lower body and second wind. Whew! It's exercise, per se. That is sort of good because I do not dedicate myself to leg workouts as I should; no, I suppose I do but I don't look forward to training legs.
Every time I leave the house I have to make a trip of things. Like going into the big city as if am in Brooklyn and all of Old Vallarta is Manhattan. At least am just three miles to the sky. Another two-and-a-half and I might be in a Mexican version of Queens. (Honestly, these mountain people do not act that much differently than the obnoxious lowlifes in New Yoik. Plus they raise poultry.)
But I digress: My thighs are full-bodied front and back, the ankles are definitely being utilized and it shows in the calves which now flex just from walking, and, shoot, a peso can be bounced off of my hard glutes. Boing!
Oh I loooove my life.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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Look out the windows, open the door, chill on the ledge and this is what I see: the Pacific Ocean's Banderas Bay, thatched roofs, palm trees, some tourists parasailing, and sunny weather. These snapshots were taken with my Asus netbook, whose built-in camera lacks a zoom-in feature but is suitable, and made, for webcam. As most folks know, I never carry a camera.
It is a gorgeous Sunday; think I'll pop by a garage sale before heading to the beach.
Look out the windows, open the door, chill on the ledge and this is what I see: the Pacific Ocean's Banderas Bay, thatched roofs, palm trees, some tourists parasailing, and sunny weather. These snapshots were taken with my Asus netbook, whose built-in camera lacks a zoom-in feature but is suitable, and made, for webcam. As most folks know, I never carry a camera.
It is a gorgeous Sunday; think I'll pop by a garage sale before heading to the beach.
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Saturday, December 19, 2009
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On my first day back in Mexico I bumped into an old acquaintance in the street, the only person, in fact, whom I forgot to email that I was coming. I'd already booked a night in the Oasis Hostel, a place I've stayed in before, deposited my things there and was off house-hunting. I like to hit the ground running. It was after visiting an apt and stopping by the local gym to check out rates that we thought we recognized one another.
Turns out his roommates recently moved and, so, there was space at his house. How fortuitous. Aside from the scruffy pup and cat---there is no such thing as a sweet cat. I dislike all pussies that purr. Eartha Kitt is my one exception. Prrrrrr---I liked the digs and moved in the next day. I moved in with full awareness the lights weren't on but under the belief electricity would be restored the next month (Nov) which was the following week. Since the matter of spoiled groceries was moot and am no high-tech geek a week sans electric light seemed doable.
And it was. As the third week came round, though, it became less tolerable and by week four, inexcusable. On the following week (Dec) I bid adios. I now stay in a furnished apt three miles to the sky; that is to say, high atop a hill. Not only can I banish darkness away with a flick of the switch---thank you Jesus!---but I've a big ass refrigerator and Internet as well. The ocean view is lovely and it's quite peaceful up here but, brother, going and coming is a mother#%@! Booyah.
On my first day back in Mexico I bumped into an old acquaintance in the street, the only person, in fact, whom I forgot to email that I was coming. I'd already booked a night in the Oasis Hostel, a place I've stayed in before, deposited my things there and was off house-hunting. I like to hit the ground running. It was after visiting an apt and stopping by the local gym to check out rates that we thought we recognized one another.
Turns out his roommates recently moved and, so, there was space at his house. How fortuitous. Aside from the scruffy pup and cat---there is no such thing as a sweet cat. I dislike all pussies that purr. Eartha Kitt is my one exception. Prrrrrr---I liked the digs and moved in the next day. I moved in with full awareness the lights weren't on but under the belief electricity would be restored the next month (Nov) which was the following week. Since the matter of spoiled groceries was moot and am no high-tech geek a week sans electric light seemed doable.
And it was. As the third week came round, though, it became less tolerable and by week four, inexcusable. On the following week (Dec) I bid adios. I now stay in a furnished apt three miles to the sky; that is to say, high atop a hill. Not only can I banish darkness away with a flick of the switch---thank you Jesus!---but I've a big ass refrigerator and Internet as well. The ocean view is lovely and it's quite peaceful up here but, brother, going and coming is a mother#%@! Booyah.
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