It's a common theme in books and movies that the people you pass, while unimportant to you, have their own interesting lives filled with pathos and humor. For some reason, walking on the beach down here, that seems to be in my mind a lot, as I hear snatches of English from young couples and families. Not that I'm eavesdropping, you understand, just paragraphs drifting by.
My question is, does that come from the circumstances of living here and hearing mostly Spanish spoken, except for weekends on the beach when you see English-speaking people briefly, and know you'll never see them again? Or is it simply a symptom of age? Any 50-60 year olds care to comment?
I have a day off today, and not too many commitments. I have to meet Oswaldo at the water bill place to straighten a bill out, that's about it. So I'm going to start working on Roman Blinds for the living room. I might also get out to Laguna Shores, I'd like to walk around the estuary and see the bird life out there. I saw a couple of new ones today, one that looked like a smaller lighter version of the sand pipers, and was maybe just a baby sandpiper. And one that looked like a white tern.
There's a shop up the street that sells used things, and I saw a table that might make a good work table for the garage; I need something to sew on if I'm going to attempt these blinds. So I offered them 50 pesos, about $5 US. It's really an old, beat up table, I could probably get it for $5 in Canada. He shakes his head, so I say, "¿escríbalo, por favor?"
He nods, goes inside and writes it down. And shows me that he wants 500 pesos, or 65 US $!! I laughed, he laughed, and I went on my way. So I'm still looking for a cheap work table. Unbelievable. He must have thought I was made of money, AND stupid. I am neither.
When Shadow and I were near the end of our walk today, we saw a group of three Mexicans trying to get their utility trailer un-mired from the sand. Given that I was rescued from the same situation just the other day, I jumped in and put my shoulder to it. They were appreciative until Shadow started jumping around and barking at us, which seemed to unnerve them. But by then we were out of the hole, so we carried on, and so did they. Now, off to the bank, off to get dog treats, and off to buy a cheap table! Happy Thanksgiving! (Thanks, Licia!!)
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Well Mel and Carl Happy Thanksgiving. We old retired people hardly ever think of a holiday and have to look it up on a calendar to see why the kids are out of school!!!!!!!!!!We usually ended up eating our Thanksgiving dinner on the way down, on the St John wharf with a dinner that had been provided for us or at Larry's son's in London Ontario. When we were at Rancho Maranatha ( the children's home) we celebrated US Thanksgiving as we worked with mostly Americans who were working with Mexicans and it was the same old turkey etc. and as it was ranching company plenty of flies. At the campground the last couple of years it was a community Pot Luck with dishes from Germany, England, New Zealand US Canada and Mexico. Quite a mixture. To me the best possible Thanksgiving dinner would be a good fish fry or tamales. Have a great day and hope the boys are much better. I am still slowly moving around and I emphasize slowly. Will be glad to be back on my feet in a few weeks. Not being well Sucks.
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