Today is thanksgiving in the United States, even though I don’t see much to be thankful for above the Rio Bravo. Glad I live in Mexico. This evening I stepped out to the upstairs terraza about 6:30. I was alone because my child bride was at the gym.
You see the lights of my hardscrabble barrio and you hear barking dogs. The incessant noise of this country annoyed me a lot for a long time after moving here, but now it doesn’t. It’s like that white noise the machines make. I sleep to it. Even the fireworks explosions before dawn that are not uncommon don’t bug me now. Meh.
Dark times in many ways.
In a totally unrelated matter, I bought a package of Ritz crackers this week. I had not eaten a Ritz cracker in decades, literally. And they’re not bad. I’ve been putting ricotta cheese on them for a snack, or what passes for ricotta here. We call it requesón.
What’s next? Spam?
But junk food, comfort food, is ideal for trying times, dark times, so maybe it’s not an unrelated matter after all.