I sent my vote for the Blond Bomber toward Houston on October 1, registered mail, figuring it would have plenty of time. This was assuming registered mail here moves at least a bit faster than unregistered mail, a dicey assumption.
It arrived at the Mexico City airport 27 days later. I could have driven there in five hours, give or take. Registered and express mail from here can be tracked on the Mexican postal system’s website, and then it can be tracked on the USPS website using the same number.
It has been visible on the USPS website for a couple of days, so I’m assuming it made it over the Rio Bravo, but there is no further info. I have found the Mexican tracking system better than the USPS. Once I sent a Social Security form, registered mail, and it crossed the border and vanished. Yes, the Gringos lost it.
The Honda was in the shop this week due to a suspension problem. I got it back yesterday and immediately noticed one tire was very low on air, so I drove a couple of blocks today to my tire-repair man who found the leak and fixed it on the spot for $2.50 U.S.
The Night/Day of the Dead arrives Sunday. Both state and city governments have tried to discourage it due to the Kung Flu, so I suspect we’ll see fewer tourists jamming our highways and streets. How much fewer is questionable.
We’re considering a trip to the beach, Zihuatanejo, soon where we have not been in about three years. Probably be a good time due to more folks staying home. Our favorite hotel is the Casa Sun & Moon. We always get a big suite facing the ocean.
It’s time to stop talking about going and actually go.
And she came screaming!
Well, not screaming, but my child bride ran rapid and distressed. There was a big, black spider in the bathtub. I won’t say he was as big as my fist, but he was huge, the second big spider here in the last three days. I trapped him, escorted him to the yard where I smashed him flat. She said it was a brown recluse, but it wasn’t. It did look scary though.
We get a flu shot every October at the Star Medica hospital in the nearby state capital. Alas, the vaccine has yet to arrive there. Next week, we’re always told on the phone. Next week! It costs 800 pesos each at Star Medica, but it’s available free here on the mountaintop at a government clinic. I’ve only gone to a government clinic for a vaccine once, and I received the wrong vaccine. I now look askance at government clinics.
Socialized, government medical care!
But that may be where we get it this year.
The high point of today is that my child bride made a huge pot of green pozole, and no one does it better than her. We’ll enjoy that for lunch, then head down to the government clinic to see if the flu shot is available and, even more important, if there’s a line to stand in. If so, we’ll just keep on trucking. Life’s too short to stand in lines.
Might not get the correct vaccine anyway.
Vaccine update! We went to the government hospital and got the vaccine quicker than we’ve ever done it at Star Medica, and it was free, closer to being actually free than the stuff the leftists promise you above the Rio Bravo. (That free means your neighbors are paying for it.) There was no wait. We were told there’s a shortage of shots, and only certain people get it. Being over 60 did it for us.
By the way, what’s up with the anti-vaccine hysteria? Appears to be something embraced by conservatives more than anyone. I don’t get it. I like vaccines.