Life of little things

Elephant on our plaza.

FEW MEN lead lives like James Bond’s. Maybe none do.

Most lead lives that are a string of chores and small events. I am no exception. Here’s how it went on Monday. The morning hours went as always. Eat, walk, read news.

The real thrills began in the afternoon.

I headed out at 4 p.m. after tossing three bags of trash in the trunk of the Honda. We have neighborhood trash pickup almost daily, but it’s not like you put your garbage can on your curb where its contents get dumped into a huge truck with a mechanical rear end.

No, you have to keep your ears peeled for the clanging of the bell, which announces the trash men are nearby. Then you have to grab your trash bags, unlock the gate and dash down the street where the garbage men wait none too patiently.

It’s a bother, so I rarely do it.

Instead, I toss my junk into the Honda and drive to a spot near downtown that’s behind a large market. A trash truck waits there daily from 4 to 6 p.m., primarily to dispose of the market vendors’ garbage. I take advantage of that.

I’ve become buddies with those trash guys over the years. They love to see me coming because I’m a better-than-average tipper. And there’s my good nature too.

Just before dropping off the trash, I stopped at a paint store nearby and purchased lots of paint that set me back $1,800 pesos, which is a little under $100 U.S. bucks. Later this week, two guys are coming to start some major refurbishing at the Hacienda.

The most noticeable will be the whole front wall facing the street, which is currently a garish, almost orange, shade. It will morph into the color of adobe. The rest of the work will be primarily touch-up in various spots inside. And the entire roof over the dining room and kitchen will be scrubbed and a waterproof paint applied.

I left the paint store with the floor of the Honda’s passenger seat jammed with paint cans. Then I headed to the main plaza where I parked near a pastry shop before walking two blocks to my barber. I just got a rim job, and she charged me 15 pesos, a pittance.

I gave her 20 instead.

Returning to the main plaza, neatly trimmed and with a wool bebop cap atop my head, I went into the aforementioned pastry shop and purchased a chocolate muffin. I then walked to the family coffee shop, sat at a sidewalk table with a hot café Americano negro and my Kindle, and finished a short bio of Paul Newman. Then I drove home.

It appears the monsoon season has ended. It lasted longer than usual this year. Must be that “climate change.” I filmed the short video below this morning because it was a beautiful day, “climate change” or not.

I planted that palm when it was about 18 inches high, and the same goes for those pole cacti, some of which are, I suspect, of the hallucinogenic variety, but I don’t eat them. I just enjoy seeing them. It’s a visual high.

At the end of the video, you see one of the canvas curtains we installed last spring to block rain from entering the upstairs terraza. I’ll be raising the curtains soon, and they’ll stay up till next June when the monsoon descends again.

What’s that elephant up top? Part of a humongous Nativity scene that’s being installed on the plaza. It’s an annual Christmas event. The Yule elephant is larger than an actual beast. I shot the photo with the chocolate muffin in one hand, the camera in the other.


Little things. James Bond would be bored if he walked in my shoes.

We have beautiful women here but no Aston Martins.

23 thoughts on “Life of little things

  1. Holy shit! Would you please just go and Google “rim job,” and then consider whether you really want to be using that language in a family-oriented blog like yours? Sure, the cost of living in Mexico is a lot less than some places, but do you have any f*c*ing clue what kind of people you’ll be attracting with promotions like that? All right, my feelings aren’t a-gonna be hurt if you delete this comment.

    Thank you very much for a laugh which could probably be heard all the way from here to Patzcuaro.


    1. That’s okay. I think the term “rim job” has just become a recent pop culture term. Ten years ago I never heard it, and I suspect it’s not widely used in Mexico.


      1. Dave: As I replied to Ms. Shoes, a rim job in the context of a haircut is a quick trim around the edges. I look less shaggy now. I’ve never heard a Mexican come into a barber shop and request a rim job, but then I pay no attention to the requests of other customers. I read my Kindle while I wait my turn.


    2. Ms. Shoes: A rim job in the context of a haircut is just around the edges, which is what I had done. It’s quite appropriate. I look much better today as a result of my rim job.


    3. Ms. Shoes, P.S.: Please refrain from recommending that people “Google” something. Words matter. There are better and safer search engines, and one should not promote that Evil Empire in any way. Best to say “internet search.” That’s what I do, and it’s always best to copy my approach to things.

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        1. Ms. Shoes: No matter. As I said earlier, one must take the context of the sentence into consideration. Plus, I suggest you filter your search engine so as to receive nice things all the time. It will boost your mental state.


  2. Best laugh I’ve had all month! The deep, gasping sort.

    And she’s correct about this, Sr. Felipe. The “rim job” that is, not that red shoes are better than bacon.


    1. Socialite: When Ms. Shoes named her blog a year or so back, she first asked my opinion between the mouthful of “Red Shoes Are Better Than Bacon” and another potential name. I voted for the other name, but she ignored me. Sad.

      But I am happy that you got a good laugh. Spreading humor is something we always need more of.


  3. Excitement on every corner of your world. I hope your heart can stand the excitement. Of course it can, you’ve been on this track a while.
    Saludos Señor!


    1. Ricardo: This little dust-up was initiated by mi amiga Ms. Shoes who has a very dirty mind. Sad. It’s best to maintain focus on the higher elements of humankind. I’m sure you agree.


    1. Kirk: Thanks for getting away from the topic of my haircut. The elephant is just one of many animals and other decorations that fill the huge plaza from one end to the other. It’s quite spectacular, mostly made from moss, straw and wood. Plus, the lights at night. We’ve had a mayor for a number of years now who’s doing his best to boost tourism here and to improve the town in other ways, something previous mayors ignored completely, focusing instead on lining their personal pockets. My wife and I both voted for this mayor, though we’re having buyers’ remorse. He is boosting tourism, which also boosts traffic jams and other problems. We’re ready for him to retire now and go back where he came from.

      Yep, we do have a nice yard. It’s too big, however. I should have planned better. But it does look nice.


  4. Painting, or more likely stuccoing, exterior walls a shade of adobe seems to be almost a law here in New Mexico. Frankly it’s getting boring. We need some of that colorful Mexican sensibility. We don’t have to go so far as garish, but we need to move past boring.


    1. Creigh: Almost all houses that Gringos inhabit here are either actual adobe or painted to look like adobe. I have resisted that till now. There is no adobe color inside the Hacienda walls, and never will be. But I decided, what the hey! I’m gonna paint the street wall the color of adobe.

      I imagine that the prevalence of adobe color there where you are is due to the same mindset that inspires most Gringos here to do the same. Meanwhile, many Mexicans down here seem to be leaning more toward Gringo architecture and colors from above the border. Go figger.


  5. One must choose their words carefully nowadays. It seems as if every one is anxious to take offense at something, and it seems as if there a lot of terms in use today with which we are not familiar. I Googled it and came up with the Cosmopolitan article. Now, who does such stuff?


    1. Señor Gill: Who does what stuff? Get quick haircuts? Lots of folks, I guess.

      As I mentioned to Ms. Shoes earlier, I urge you and everyone to stop using “Google” as a generic term for internet search. Say internet search, and do not use Google. It’s best not to hype that Evil Empire. Personally, I use DuckDuckGo, an excellent search engine that is honest and noninvasive. But you wouldn’t want to say, I’m going to DuckDuckGo something. It’s a mouthful. Just say internet search. That’s my advice.


  6. I don’t get what the elephant has to do with Christmas but it does look impressive. I’m glad you tip the garbagemen. That was my first job out of high school and I really enjoyed it. It kept me in shape and we got tipped (usually in beer or in the Italian area, wine.) It was also fun hanging off the back of the truck especially around Christmas when people were especially generous with their boozy tips. I learned to drink and swear like a sailor on that job. And I agree with Ms. Shoes on your choice of words for a haircut. You should ask for a trim not that other thing. For that I expect they would steer you to that hotel on the other side of your wall 😉

    Nice video. We’re down to our last four days in Mexico. Kind of sad.


    1. Brent: Of course, elephants have nothing to do with Christmas, but they also installed donkeys and sheep. Maybe other animals too. I do not recall at the moment. Regarding my haircut, I did not use the English phrase. I simply told her in Spanish to go around the edge, nothing more. I have a haircut routine. First, I get something of a buzz cut. When it gets longer and a bit shaggy around the rim, I get a rim job. Then when the top is long enough that it starts to bug me, I get the buzz cut again, and the cycle begins anew.

      So you were a garbage man. Interesting. Don’t think I would want to do that, no matter the tips of beer and wine.

      Four more days? I hope you enjoyed the visit and bon voyage back to Canada. We’ll leave the light on for you.


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