These dismal days

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Nice, clean water in the birdbath this morning.

UNCLE JOSÉ, i.e. the Mexican government, says it’s gonna take more-drastic measures to counter the Kung Flu, starting, I believe, next Wednesday. We’re going to Costco and Chedraui early Monday, so we’ll be stocking up on survival items.

Mexicans don’t take the government very seriously when they can get away with it, so it’ll be interesting to watch. One agency said yesterday we may have eight times more Kung Flu cases than the official count which sits at 21,243 with 194 fatalities.

Speaking of survival items, I drove to the pharmacy yesterday to purchase a two-month supply of Sildenafil. I had run out. What’s the point of having a buff child bride if you cannot take advantage of that? I last touched on this topic in 2013.

I got up at dawn today, checked online for news and gossip, did my gym workout, and went downstairs for coffee, biscuit and honey. Then the two of us chilled out a spell on the soft, scarlet sofa with music and incense as is our custom. That usually ends at 9.

Checked online a bit more, put on grubby clothes and headed out for my morning walk on the neighborhood plaza. My child bride did not accompany me due to her being busy, knitting, of all things, a sweater. In April.

Second breakfast, cereal, occurred at 11, as usual. We took our vitamins. She returned to the knitting, and I braced myself emotionally for yard work, mostly picking up bougainvillea clippings from a couple of days ago, but I also deadheaded Birds of Paradise, the act of which is almost as grim as it sounds. They look like real birds.

Then I scrubbed the birdbath, refilled it with water, toted a huge bag of green garbage out to the Honda where it sits until after lunch when I’ll transport it and other trash to the dumpster on the ring road. Even in the Plague Year, garbage happens.

But before the trash run, we’ll down beans, rice and sausage from Costco. That’s lunch for today. Chopped onion and Tabasco sauce will also be in attendance.

Oh, I forgot to mention that after second breakfast, I sat in the upstairs terraza, and my child bride gave me a haircut. Since my current ‘do is a buzz cut, and I own a clipper set, this is easy work. I look quite clean and nice now.

Everyone desires a lovely corpse.

Eating cheese

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All the Christmas tourists have gone, thank the Goddess.

WALKING ACROSS the plaza Friday heading to the coffee shop, I was unaware that soon I’d be hauling cheese.

No sooner had I sat down with my café Americano negro and opened my Kindle to Charlemagne than my child bride walked up and deposited a bag with a container of cream and a half-kilo of cheese on my table.

Please take this home, she said.

She was heading to the gym.

One of the many things you’re warned about on visiting Mexico is not to eat the cheese. Isn’t pasteurized, they say, or something like that. I pay it no mind.

If someone puts a tasty cheese in front of me, I eat it, no questions asked, and it has not killed me yet.

This is named queso fresco — fresh cheese — and it’s my favorite. We  recently found a butcher shop in a bad neighborhood that sells great queso fresco.

When I got home, I took a photo for you. Half a kilo is a big hunk of cheese, and it will last us a while.

cheeze

Till I got it home it wasn’t even refrigerated.

I am fearless.