TODAY DAWNED marvelously and not for the first time.
It stormed and rained for most of yesterday, but this day has a different character, a smiley one.
I read a news story this morning about the poverty income level in the United States and, yet again, noticed that our income only slightly betters that number.
It is laughable.
I also scan news stories occasionally that report the necessary income to retire in the United States, always an incredible amount but likely realistic for up there.
If only more folks had the nerve to get out of Dodge.
The top photo shows the Alamo Wall and its condition today. I had Abel the Deadpan Yardman trim back the ivy some months ago and, like most Mexicans, he got carried away.
Extremism’s in the Latino blood.
My fault really since I know of this local trait. I told him to trim it, and then I vanished inside the house. Big mistake. When I went back outside, the wall was almost bald.
But it’s a renewable resource, requiring patience.
The second photo displays one of our red-hot poker plants. It’s called cigarro in Spanish. It’s going bonkers this summer.
We’ll be doing lunch today at a restaurant on the shore of a nearby lake, not our local lake but another, nicer one a few miles distant.
This life of poverty can grow on you.
Oh, the misery!