SOMETHING SO incredibly astounding happened yesterday that I absolutely must share it with one and all.
Around 5 p.m., I stepped out to the upstairs terraza with my Kindle. I sat in one of the cushy chairs facing the mountains in the soft afternoon air.
And I did not immediately fall asleep.
This has never happened before. It’s perplexing. I actually read my Kindle for about an hour with not one moment of drowsiness. The upstairs terraza is so comfy that merely sitting usually puts one to sleep. Not just me, but my hyperactive child bride too.
The book I am reading is Bill Bryson’s In a Sunburned Country. It’s about Australia, a nation about which I knew little before reading the book. I would like to visit there now, but it’s too far away and too late. I should have done it decades ago.
We made our weekly shopping trip to the nearby capital city yesterday, quite early. Entering both Chedraui and Costco, we sported our N95 face masks that we purchased on Mercado Libre. They were delivered right to our front gate a week ago.
Mexico is currently in its Phase Three of Kung Flu, and cases/deaths increase daily. I read a news story from above the border yesterday that claimed Mexico’s Kung Flu will be even worse than what’s happened in the United States. Meanwhile, our megalomaniac president who goes by his initials, AMLO, has declared it under control here.
The man is a nincompoop.
An exquisitely detailed website provides case/death count, plus other data, on every city and about every little village in Mexico. That is, after you learn how to use it. Looking at my mountaintop town, it says we’ve had just one confirmed case and one death, the same person, one deduces, and that over the past two weeks, there have been two additional “suspicious” cases. So, maybe, maybe not.
In the nearby capital city, 50 kilometers away, where the urban area population is just under one million, and about 600,000 live inside the city limits, there have been 37 confirmed cases, four deaths, and 43 suspicious cases in the last two weeks.
Clearly, this is not a raging plague, laying waste to all in its path, especially on my mountaintop where the population is about 95,000. Again, just one confirmed case, one death.
So I have a plan, and my child bride is on board. After watching the excellent video on my previous post, here’s what we’re gonna do. Wait two more weeks, and if the situation remains mild, we’re not hiding at home anymore.
A return to our normal life won’t be drastic. We will eat in restaurants again now and then, if we can find one open, and we’ll head downtown to the main plaza afternoons for my café Americano negro plus endless gossip between my child bride and her chain-smoking sister whom we’ve not seen in over a month now.