This and that

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Sweet allysum and wet stone.

LET’S LOOK AT a bit of this and a tad of that, if you please.

The monsoon began a bit late this year, and it’s still getting its sea legs, so to speak. We like it when the rain starts, even though we dislike it by September when it’s outlived its welcome, and the mud is growing old.

A quite noticeable result of rainfall is the blooming of sweet alyssum, a ground cover that looks like snowfall. From January to June, it’s brown and appears dead, but give it a couple of days of rain, and this is what happens. Sweet,  huh?

In other news, City Hall opened our two main plazas downtown a few weeks back because it thought the incidence of Kung Flu was winding down. That lasted about a week until the plazas were taped off again, and that’s how it remains today.

When will this end? I’ve not experienced such a lousy year since 1995 when my last wife dumped me, and then 1997 when a romance with a lovely Latina ended by mutual insanity. You can read about that here if you wish.

lampI enjoy décor, and I like to take photos. Here is one I took yesterday when I found myself in the bedroom, looking at the scene, and with camera in hand. I’m so good at décor that you’d think I’d be gay, but I’m not.

I bought this lamp in the first few months after I moved to the mountaintop from the nearby state capital almost 20 years ago. It’s made locally, woven from a reed found in the area, if memory serves.

The lamp is almost two feet high.

It’s one of the few pieces of furniture we brought to the Hacienda from the two-story rental closer to downtown where I lived previously, two and a half years — one and a half solo and one more with my child bride.

Speaking of the state capital, we’ll be driving there today for a shopping expedition, a weekly event that gets us out of the house, and we might even eat lasagna.

The music man

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ABEL THE deadpan yardman came right on time, 10 a.m., yesterday to execute the yard’s weekly trim, which started late this year because the rain started late.

I used to mow the yard myself. Then I mowed half, and my child bride did the other half. Then we abandoned the chore completely and hired Abel who lives on the other side of the sex motel, which is very convenient for all involved.

At first, he mowed, and I continued edging with my weedeater, and I also swept the trash tossed on the Romance Sidewalk by the mower and weedeater. Then one year, I decided to let Abel do the edging too. He has his own weedeater, but I provide the gas. And just last year, I turned over the sweeping to him too, taking myself entirely out of the process, which a fellow of my vintage deserves.

Over the years, I’ve gradually increased his pay, and I did that again this year. I give him 250 pesos for about 90 minutes of work, which ain’t bad down here. If he does more than the basic trim and sweep, which he often does, I pay more.

Abel, who has a wife and kids, does not have a normal, fulltime job. What he is primarily is a trumpet player. He’s part of a musical group that once had an old bus of the Greyhound variety, which was parked on the street outside his house. But they sold it a few years back, probably because they couldn’t cover the maintenance costs.

Abel says they’ll be getting another, but I think that’s wishful thinking. It does provide a certain panache for a band to pull up to a gig in its own bus.

When he leaves, I flip the mower on its side down by the front gate, and hose the undercarriage which is jammed with grass gunk. I still do that part.

I then sat yesterday on a web chair on the yard patio, put my feet up, removed the straw hat which protects my snow-white cranium and breathed in the lovely day, which it was. The air was cool. The sky was blue. The lawn looked great.

And from the neighbors’ yard, I heard a rooster crow and a horse neigh.

Then it was silent.

And later we ate roasted chicken from a place down the way.

Of oranges & browsers

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Last man standing. The cursed orange bush today.

IT’S OVERCAST and cool this morning, and I’m sitting on a web chair under the brown umbrella on the yard patio. It’s refreshing. I’m looking at this orange tree and wondering how long it’s gonna last. It drops fruit, a character flaw.

It’s the last of the fruit trees here in the yard, the only one I have not removed. The oranges are sour, not worth warm spit, and the bush drops them on the grass every day, stuff I must pick up. And it is growing because everything grows here. Fast.

I won’t whack it this year and maybe not next year, but it’s living on borrowed time.

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A summer scene of green.

After a few false starts over the past few weeks, it appears the rainy season has begun in earnest. Abel the Deadpan Yardman came Saturday for the first cut. The grass is morphing from brown to green. I have disconnected the Symphony cooler upstairs, and I’ve moved the tower fan from the bedroom to the closet for its summer siesta.

We’ll be damp and cool until October at least.


The browser hunter

I am often on browser safari, hunting the best lion, tiger or giraffe that’s composed of bytes. Google Chrome, of course, is the world’s most used, a fact I find horrifying. One should avoid Google when possible, and there are excellent alternatives.

Since The Unseen Moon exists to improve mankind and womankind too, I’ll tell you about three, all based on Chromium, which means you can easily import your Chrome bookmarks and use the same Chrome extensions.

  1. Gab Dissenter, brought to you by the free-speech alternative to Twitter. Dissenter is a beaut, fast, sleek and good-looking. It even incorporates a function with which you can leave comments on any website, even those with no comment sections.
  2. SRWare Iron, or just Iron for short, comes to you from a German company, and it’s another lovely alternative to Chrome. Both Iron and Dissenter act pretty much like Chrome without being Chrome.
  3. Microsoft Edge which — starting last January, I believe — is a whole different animal than the original Edge that came with Windows 10. The first Edge was dreadful, but it’s now, like Dissenter and Iron, based on Chromium.

Give one or more a try. Don’t be a Google enabler. It attaches you to bad karma, affects your aura, and can make you smell bad.

Climate change, rain & Trump

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Pot I bought a few years ago during the Day of the Dead.

THIS “CLIMATE CHANGE” thing has hit us hard, or maybe the rainy season is simply arriving a tad tardy this year. Whatever.

It did rain yesterday, and today dawned overcast and cool, which is how I like it. The grass is showing signs of revitalization, from dreary brown to joyous green. Abel the Deadpan Yardman will come tomorrow for the first cut of the year.

Life on the mountaintop continues, often in a crackpot manner. Though the Kung Flu problem shows no sign of winding down — quite the contrary — our megalomaniac president refers to it in the past tense. Our mayor has opened both downtown plazas for the first time in a couple of months. He’s also encouraging tourists to return.

And our Kung Flu count continues upward.

Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to seeing what happens tomorrow with the YUGE Trump campaign event in Oklahoma. Thousands want to go, of course, because we love him. I wish I could go. But it seems trouble is brewing. And rumors.

Here’s my prediction. Leftists will appear en masse in MAGA caps, waving Nazi flags and goose-stepping, a disinformation campaign. I doubt they will riot or loot because Oklahoma cops will not be on their side, and the governor is Republican.

It’s good to be out of the fray and atop a mountain in the middle of Mexico.