Falling fruit, dead dogs & Mexico City

A rare, intact apple from the neighbors’ tree.

THE CURSED fruit has begun its annual fruit-fall.

It started recently with the apples from the neighbors’ tree, the one that hangs over our wall. Next on the list was our pear, then the sour orange, and this morning I found the worst of all, the cursed peach.

All of that stuff has to be picked up by hand, my hands. It’s a nuisance.

I did find one apple this morning that must have just sailed over the Hacienda wall because it had not been gnawed by critters. Maybe I’ll eat it. It’s organic, of course, so I can feel smug in my battle against global warming.

Or something like that.

On a positive note, when January rolls around, that peach is gonna be history. It sits on a section of grassy yard that’s going to be turned into a beautiful patio. Gotta love concrete and stone.

Aside from that apple, all the fruit I scooped up this morning was toted down the street in a bucket and heaved into the customary ravine.

* * * *

A smelly surprise!

That’s when I encountered the surprise, not a pretty one.

I always throw my green garbage at the same spot on the ravine’s edge because it’s the most convenient place to set my feet.

There it was, just over the edge, not down in the ravine at all. A dead dog, and not just any little dead dog, not a chihuahua, not even a terrier or pit bull. It was a German shepherd. He smelled rank. Someone had tossed him there.

I’ll have to heave my green garbage farther up till he decomposes.

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Bound for the Capital City!

We’re off to Mexico City in a few days because something wonderful has happened.

We’re renting our condo there to a nephew who’s entering the prestigious Instituto Politécnico Nacional. He likely will be there at least five years.

I might be dead in five years.

Our condo is walking distance from the school, plus it’s furnished, even sports Van Gogh prints on the walls. The best part, however, is we won’t have to make periodic trips to the chaotic capital anymore, and we’ll earn a little cash.

We’ll be meeting the student and his parents there next week to hand over the keys. This makes me very happy.


21 thoughts on “Falling fruit, dead dogs & Mexico City

  1. We would love to have some free fruit fall into our hands, nothing like great fruit salads or smoothies where you get to empty out the overripe fruit that has gotten lost in the fridge. And here you want to concrete over that free source of those vitamins and other nutrients.

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    1. Tancho: You sound like my wife, another person who does not have to bend over repeatedly every summer morning and pick up 40, 50, etc., partially gnawed, rotted or partially rotted fruit from the grass. It also attracts rats.

      If I want fruit, and I usually don’t, I can buy it at the market.


      1. Buy yourself a pair of 18″ tongs, the kind you use for the grill. You then don’t have to bend over all the way and tweak your crusty old bones. I use one and picking stuff up, whether it be fresh or old rotted fruit, is easy. You could make stuff out of old partially rotted (but really just damaged and oxidized a little) fruit, like jams and stuff. I know, it’s easier to buy, when you’re loaded with money like you!

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        1. Tancho: You have all manner of ways to put me to work. Firstly, I don’t make “jams and stuff.” That’s why God invented Walmart. Secondly, if I cut a tree down, it removes the problem entirely. Thirdly, I wish I were loaded with money, but I ain’t. Sad.


  2. I know the feeling. At one time I had a plum tree.

    Maybe it’s time to invest in a pound (kilo?) of lime, and dump it with the garbage in the ravine.


    1. Phil: Ah, someone who gets it. Yes, fruit trees are a mixed blessing. If you’re the one who has to pick the stuff up, it’s more curse than blessing. My wife never picks any of it up, aside from the occasional ones she eats or gifts, so she loves the trees.

      As for the lime, I’ll just let Mother Nature take care of the pooch. All in time.


      1. I forgot, I also had a couple of date palms. Even worse, because it would attract all sorts of bees.


  3. What you need is a good dog. A big one with a good appetite, one like Precious Morgen, the Best Doberman in the World. The dog will clean up that fruit, ripe as well as rotten, in no time. It’s particularly tasty to them when it’s had an opportunity to slightly ferment, and you’ll be vastly entertained by the sight of a drunk dog.

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    1. Ms. Shoes: Were I to follow your advice, I might have less — or no — fruit on the grass, but I would have lots of dog poop. I’m not sure that would be a positive trade-off. Best to have neither dog nor fruit trees.


  4. Here’s hoping that nephew pays the rent. Evicting a relative can tear the family apart. Worse, they will not blame your wife, but that greedy Gringo. No matter how much rent is owed or how bad the property was treated, you will always be the evil, greedy Gringo. Lots of luck there.


    1. Señor Gill: No problem on the rent. The kid will not be paying it. His grandmother here where we live will pay, and she is super reliable. And the kid is very serious and very studious. That school is exceedingly difficult to get into, far more applicants every year than space for them. The lad is a clone of his father who collects graduate degrees as a hobby, it seems. We lucked up with them as much as they did in finding our place near the school at a very reasonable price, below average. Everyone wins.

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      1. Haha…of course. I rather doubt the poor dog was gunned down by a rival pack of narco-dogs. Probably died a natural-enough death.


  5. Eat more fruit. And I’m with Ms. Shoes, Get a big dog. Dogs are great and make life better for folks.

    Besides that, you will become a better thinker and a better photographer if you have a dog.

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    1. Ricardo: How I would be a better photographer if I had a dog is beyond me. Or a better thinker. I would be a person with dog poop in the grass. That’s what I would be. Actually, I like dogs, and would like to have one if not for the downsides. Poop in the grass, and what to do with him if we want to travel. Granted, we don’t travel much, but still.

      If I ever got a dog, it would be a standard poodle, the big, non-yappy ones. I decided that many years ago. They are very nice dogs. Smart and don’t shed. They do poop, however.

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  6. Reminds me of my first year living in Los Angeles. I rented a house with a couple other guys in biz school, and there was an avocado tree growing over the driveway. Much of the time, the driveway resembled nothing more than a big plate of rather chunky, disgusting guacamole. Sadly, the avocados were pretty much inedible, being full of long, nasty fibers and the flavor wasn’t good either.


    Kim G
    Redding, CA
    Where we’ve recently tried to tame a grape vine, but it may yet get the better of us.


    1. Kim: One of the many beauties of living in Mexico is the quality of our avocados. It’s not for nothing that it’s one of our most important exports. But we keep the good stuff, and eat it ourselves. That’s a secret.

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