MY CHILD BRIDE headed by bus to Querétaro Monday morning on family business, but I stayed here at the Hacienda.
It’s always strange being here alone. There are aspects to it that I enjoy, but the negatives outweigh the positives. I’ve grown accustomed to her face.
About 7 p.m. I headed outside to walk about the yard for no other reason than to stretch my legs, but I noticed yardwork that needed to be done. It was still light out, but the moon loomed in the sky. It was day and night.
I grabbed clippers and trimmer. First, with clippers, I removed some aloe vera flowers on stalks that had lost their will to live. The moon watched.
Dropping the clippers, I turned to the hedge trimmer and rounded two of the smaller bougainvilleas, the ones that are still controllable. Then I bent over and pulled some weeds at their bases, weeds that I should have pulled weeks ago.
I’m getting lazy. Years ago, I would never have let those weeds grow to that extent. You get older. You cease to care about some things.
I was in my pajamas, or what passes for my pajamas. Flannel pants with Garfield the Cat all over them and a black T-shirt from Lands’ End.
Getting darker out and feeling that I’d done enough yardwork, I came in for the traditional evening salad and foccacia bread.
The Goddess willing, she’ll be returning tomorrow afternoon.
And evenings will be normal once again.