The Sunday Doggie Brunch gathered at Judy's house yesterday with all dogs present. It had been a while because Ticker was undergoing heart worm treatment. So no rough housing for a couple weeks.
So, there we were, pig liver from the conchinita pibil mushed and doled out in three dog food dishes and the topping to their breakfasts.
And then Judy said she and Ticker had a surprise. "We are going to sing Home on the Range."
And with that, Judy let out a long, really long, low howl. And Ticker joined her soon.
Now, I didn't recognize it as Home on the Range. But then, I am sort of tone deaf. Ticker was no Mishka the singing and talking dog.
My mother, who had an operatic voice, trained my childhood dog Laura to sing opera while I was in college. So, why not?
There we were in the privacy of my bedroom last night when I started to howl. I tried to get Punta interested. She was. She thought I was sick and poked me with her nose.
We will try again tonight. But I think my baby dog was not blessed with musical skills!
February 27, 2012
February 23, 2012
Life is a Carnaval with friends
The sisters Judy and Kathryn from Casa Toloc were there at PEACE's Fat Tuesday Fundraiser at La Luna. So was Ariel Barandica of Seahawk Divers, whose wife, Bonnie made his costume.
I wasn't a particular person, but I loved my mask!
My friend Anastasia from Vladivostok made it and well as the traditional Ukrainian wreath she wore. It is said that women in the Ukraine are to wear these when the are ready for marriage.
I presume Mitch has received that message loud and clear! There were dozens and dozens of costumes. These are but a few!
February 21, 2012
What do I do all day?
Earlier this season, guests on their way to a scuba and snorkel date asked me, "What do you do all day?" I was speechless, at a loss for words. So, let me tell you about yesterday.
As of 3pm Sunday, the water company stopped pumping water on the street that fronts the house. This left a half-filled new swimming pool on the roof and as it turned out, an empty water storage tank (tinaco) on the rental house roof. The renters had no running cold water in the morning!
Jose, the handyman, came in the morning and checked the water meter and water was flowing freely, so he proceeded to top off the pool.
The renters let me know there was still no water and Eli, the trooper, splashed water on this face before going to Contoy Island for the day with Sheila rather than use my bathroom and shower, on a separate tinaco. Jose at this point checked the tinaco and decided the floater broke whilst the tank was empty.
I took the downstairs renters to breakfast and showed them the fruit and vegetable stand and we got some juice.
Off he went to Boxito in search of a new one. I turned the water heater off so it wouldn't burn out. Jose went his way.
Jose returned with a floater and replaced it. Then, he took money to the cable company and paid the bill, which was one day overdue. A save!
Now mind you, I didn't do any physical labor. But making sure it got done is what I did all day! In the evening, local residents and I discussed the various water system problems on Facebook and recounted the ways we dealt with the water outages. Everyone did the same types of things all day.
As of 3pm Sunday, the water company stopped pumping water on the street that fronts the house. This left a half-filled new swimming pool on the roof and as it turned out, an empty water storage tank (tinaco) on the rental house roof. The renters had no running cold water in the morning!
Jose, the handyman, came in the morning and checked the water meter and water was flowing freely, so he proceeded to top off the pool.
The renters let me know there was still no water and Eli, the trooper, splashed water on this face before going to Contoy Island for the day with Sheila rather than use my bathroom and shower, on a separate tinaco. Jose at this point checked the tinaco and decided the floater broke whilst the tank was empty.
I took the downstairs renters to breakfast and showed them the fruit and vegetable stand and we got some juice.
Off he went to Boxito in search of a new one. I turned the water heater off so it wouldn't burn out. Jose went his way.
Jose returned with a floater and replaced it. Then, he took money to the cable company and paid the bill, which was one day overdue. A save!
Now mind you, I didn't do any physical labor. But making sure it got done is what I did all day! In the evening, local residents and I discussed the various water system problems on Facebook and recounted the ways we dealt with the water outages. Everyone did the same types of things all day.
February 18, 2012
Off the face of the earth?
What have you been doing, my friend Johanna asked today. Let people know you're alive. A very polite way of chiding me for not blogging!
I am sitting here smiling because my costume for Carnaval is finally complete. I'll be ready to join festivities tomorrow. Right now, a float just went by the house with fake palm trees all lit up and young people dressed in vibrant Caribbean colors. So, I will be vibrant tomorrow, with the help of my friend Anastasia, who made my Valentine's Day mask for the Masquerade at La Luna.
So you won't be seeing a red mask for Carnaval. No, it's a totally different look! I am well and alive, really I am!
February 2, 2012
Plating a vehicle in Mexico
I suspect no one likes the BMV in their state. Here it is a little different and not so bad considering....
I presented myself to the Hacienda on Isla Mujeres today, Divison of Golf Carts. I gave them an expired plate and copies of my papers. But the title was misplaced by someone I trusted in my office last year. We learn.
Martin at the golf cart window was as nice as can be and studied my electronic file. He said he surely can re-plate me (this plate is for life) BUT....
Since I lost a plate, I have to report it lost to the police, after which the MP, or police prosecutor, will determine whether it was stolen by someone for use in a criminal enterprise (!!!).
When I return with all that documentation, he'll be pleased to plate me for life per the agreement with the municipality, the golf cart cartel and the taxi drivers' syndicato, or union. But I love the word syndicato is cases like these.
I'll change the title for the VW at the same time. So next week is going to be big for me and the Mexican equivalent of the BMV. I'm just glad to be in the hands of people whose eyes light up when they solve problems like mine!
I presented myself to the Hacienda on Isla Mujeres today, Divison of Golf Carts. I gave them an expired plate and copies of my papers. But the title was misplaced by someone I trusted in my office last year. We learn.
Martin at the golf cart window was as nice as can be and studied my electronic file. He said he surely can re-plate me (this plate is for life) BUT....
Since I lost a plate, I have to report it lost to the police, after which the MP, or police prosecutor, will determine whether it was stolen by someone for use in a criminal enterprise (!!!).
When I return with all that documentation, he'll be pleased to plate me for life per the agreement with the municipality, the golf cart cartel and the taxi drivers' syndicato, or union. But I love the word syndicato is cases like these.
I'll change the title for the VW at the same time. So next week is going to be big for me and the Mexican equivalent of the BMV. I'm just glad to be in the hands of people whose eyes light up when they solve problems like mine!
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