Segue into spring

Though spring officially started some weeks back, and it’s been warm during the days, especially if you stand outside, we have not acknowledged springtime at the Hacienda till today. We did that in a number of ways.

We took the goose-down comforter off the king bed, replacing it with something lighter. I have switched from nighttime T-shirts to a tank top. The tower fan was moved from its winter home in a closet into the downstairs bedroom. And, perhaps most significantly, I have uncovered and connected the cooler upstairs, which we use to blow nicer air while we watch Netflix and eat our supper salads.

Springtime is most dreadful upstairs in the evenings. On rare occasions, we’ve actually abandoned our nighttime routine, usually in May, and fled downstairs where it’s significantly cooler because it’s downstairs and has higher ceilings.

It’s now that we start praying for the rainy season. Alas, it won’t start till June, no matter the prayer level. God’s mind is focused elsewhere.

Driving home from downtown around 6 p.m. today, I pulled the Honda into the Hacienda just as I remembered that I needed to stop at the water office on the neighborhood plaza two blocks away to pay the water bill. This presented a dilemma: Drive back the two blocks, which would be silly, or just walk back. So I walked.

My water bill is 70 pesos a month, which is about $3.50 U.S. It is not metered. It’s a set amount the entire neighborhood pays. We use the water for everything, including drinking after that portion passes through the filtration system installed beneath the kitchen counter.

I always pay five months in advance for convenience. The woman who mans the water office, which is only open the last two weeks of each month, from 5 to 7 p.m., is the wife of Abel the Deadpan Yardman, my gardener.

At times, it’s almost like living in Mayberry. Except people don’t smile as much.

9 thoughts on “Segue into spring

    1. Ricardo: I never heard that one. As for being married and being happy, I am a happy, married man. Now, at least. The first two times, not so much. You are married. I hope you are happy.

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  1. It is getting some warm outside. That is a fact. We live on the hillside. Most nights we have a breeze blowing, and that helps. I’m up early, and as soon as I get up my wife closes the bedroom window as she is cold under the blanket. I can’t sleep under a blanket. My wife ends up with all the blankets piled on her and she likes that. I go to the living room when I get up, and open everything up to cool the rest of the house down.

    Warm or cool, it’s the best place to live, and 70 pesos a month, it doesn’t get any better than that.

    Our family and friends up north don’t want to hear how much cheaper and better it is to live down here in paradise anymore. Sucks to be them.


    1. Kirk: Sounds like you and your wife are the opposite of us. I’m the cold one, and she’s just the opposite.

      Yeah, Mexico is a great place to live. I don’t see it as any paradise, but I do like it, and it’s even better now that the nations above the border are circling the drains.


  2. Seventy pesos a month for water?!?! I pay around $35 USD, and it can easily double during outside watering season. Of course my water is drinkable right out of the tap, and better than the bottled water they sell in Mexico. Still, it’s overpriced. Once, just for kicks, I looked at water prices in dry places like San Diego, Los Angeles, and Phoenix. Even though we get literally 3 times the rainfall of the wettest of those places, we still pay much more for water. Something doesn’t add up. Sigh.


    Kim G
    Boston, MA
    Where “too hot” is seldom a problem.


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