SINCE FRIDAY, we’ve had a child here, a one-year-old, a perpetually smiley kid who’s not bad, as rug rats go. She came with her mother, a niece who’s 23. They leave this afternoon, and peace will descend yet again onto the Hacienda.
I’ve never been a kid person, but this one is so good-natured, I kinda like having her around for short spells. My child bride, on the other hand, goes berserk. She loves babies of any sort. It’s an obsession.
Above is a photo of my child bride when she actually was a child, over half a century ago. It’s a great photo that I’ve posted here before, but long ago. It deserves another appearance. It was taken on the roof of a home downtown.
KITES FALL into our yard on a fairly regular basis. They’re interesting glimpses into the culture.
This one fell yesterday. It is, as are they always, homemade. Three cross-sticks to which is attached plastic from a grocery store bag. In this case, Merza, a local chain. A different color bag, darker, provides strips for the tail. At the end of the tail is tied a couple of leaves to provide some weight and stability.
What you cannot see because I’d already balled it up and tossed it into the trash can is the string. As a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, these homemade kites always have the same weak link, the string, which is sewing thread.
Sewing thread is used, I imagine, for two reasons: It is very light, and if these super-light kites are to soar, light string is required. Also, sewing thread is cheap.
This is a low-budget operation.
Alas, long lengths of sewing thread snap easily at altitude, and the kites fall, often into our yard.
Kids still make their own kites in Mexico. I wish I could return these carefully constructed toys to their owners, but there’s no way to know where they are.
PEOPLE WHO’VE not visited my sister sites on Tumblr lately will be shocked and amazed at their recent entries.
The Eyes of the Moon collects black-and-white photos of, mostly, my town. You’ll find shots of hippies, nuns, indigenous folks, ancient churches and buildings, Colonial rooftops, beautiful women, cute kids, and so on.
In colorful contrast is Satellite Moon where you’ll find stuff like Hacienda videos and Jerry Lee Lewis and even Phobe Buffay singing Smelly Cat. And short yarns and revelations.