Falling fruit, dead dogs & Mexico City

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A rare, intact apple from the neighbors’ tree.

THE CURSED fruit has begun its annual fruit-fall.

It started recently with the apples from the neighbors’ tree, the one that hangs over our wall. Next on the list was our pear, then the sour orange, and this morning I found the worst of all, the cursed peach.

All of that stuff has to be picked up by hand, my hands. It’s a nuisance.

I did find one apple this morning that must have just sailed over the Hacienda wall because it had not been gnawed by critters. Maybe I’ll eat it. It’s organic, of course, so I can feel smug in my battle against global warming.

Or something like that.

On a positive note, when January rolls around, that peach is gonna be history. It sits on a section of grassy yard that’s going to be turned into a beautiful patio. Gotta love concrete and stone.

Aside from that apple, all the fruit I scooped up this morning was toted down the street in a bucket and heaved into the customary ravine.

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A smelly surprise!

That’s when I encountered the surprise, not a pretty one.

I always throw my green garbage at the same spot on the ravine’s edge because it’s the most convenient place to set my feet.

There it was, just over the edge, not down in the ravine at all. A dead dog, and not just any little dead dog, not a chihuahua, not even a terrier or pit bull. It was a German shepherd. He smelled rank. Someone had tossed him there.

I’ll have to heave my green garbage farther up till he decomposes.

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Bound for the Capital City!

We’re off to Mexico City in a few days because something wonderful has happened.

We’re renting our condo there to a nephew who’s entering the prestigious Instituto Politécnico Nacional. He likely will be there at least five years.

I might be dead in five years.

Our condo is walking distance from the school, plus it’s furnished, even sports Van Gogh prints on the walls. The best part, however, is we won’t have to make periodic trips to the chaotic capital anymore, and we’ll earn a little cash.

We’ll be meeting the student and his parents there next week to hand over the keys. This makes me very happy.