Here's sort of a weekend update. I haven't been blogging so much in the past month because first, we have been in and out of Mexico quite a bit; second, not much new or exciting has happened at our Mexican home; and third, I have been held back by an injured knee. I do want to touch base, though, lest you think I've lost interest or -- much worse! -- you lose interest because I haven't checked in.
The weather is in flux as we enter March. This week our temps are about 10 degrees (F) below normal. We've had quite a lot of rain this winter, and we are expecting showers again tomorrow and possibly into next week, just here and there. I am still fascinated by the changes in ocean color as the days go by and the weather changes. From bright, sparkly sunny morning blues, to gray cloudy skies over olive green water streaked with "ink," to cloudy skies and turgid muddy brown sea -- we have it all, sometimes in one day. The giant plastic barrel is still sitting in front of our neighbor's property, and people still stop to inspect it when they walk along the beach. The surfers still surf, mostly on weekends, unless the tide is nearly flat, or all mixed up. I saw a boy take a dip in the cold water this evening, but almost nobody is swimming right now. Eight is about the most surfers I've seen at one time in the water and about the most walkers I've seen on the beach. The whales are supposed to be migrating, but I haven't seen any yet. I'm getting impatient, but March is supposed to be the big month for migration, so I keep hoping.
The English classes have had a rough start, in a way. As I've explained, some people have to travel through mud and flooded streets when it rains hard, so classes have been canceled for rain -- three out of six times! I had only two students and an assistant last night, so we combined with Don's class. I think he had around 10. We're going to hand out reminders on Sunday and try to make this next week really special to get the enthusiasm going again. Last night, we had a lady show up who is new to our area. She doesn't speak Spanish, so I'm not sure what she's hoping to do. She's a little different. Her comment: "English is easy. Babies speak English!" (Picture me responding.)
Our house has had no further catastrophes, knock wood. We still need an electric blanket and our space heaters, but we know in a month or two, we'll be wishing to have the coolness back. We still get a thrill from opening the blinds in the morning and looking at the ocean. We still love standing on the balcony and looking at the sea. It's a form of meditation. We still love the beach, our friends, and the food. We are still glad we came.
The commute and crossing have gotten a bit easier in the sense that I am much more confident about driving from home to the other side. The Federales are still stopping cars at the toll booths, the traffic at rush hour is still crazy. I recently realized that I am no longer fazed by California freeway traffic.
Don has had bronchitis for a month, I think. He's been through a couple of courses of antibiotics, but he's still coughing and blowing. Only Nyquil stops the madness so he can sleep. He's been x-rayed and doesn't have pneumonia. It's just a really stubborn URI.
It's been a month since I slipped on the wet tiles downstairs and wrenched my left knee. The first time I went to a clinic, I was x-rayed and found not to have any fractures. Of course, I knew that. I got up and climbed 20 stairs after the injury. I went to an ER because of continuing pain in the knee, and the doc gave me a huge knee stabilizer that doesn't fit right or work. No bandaging has. I have an MRI scheduled for March 10th in Chula Vista, CA, thanks to my doc in Nevada. As soon as I know what's torn and what to do about it, I will eagerly await my next walk on the beach. Meanwhile, I'm staying away from stairs. The doc said to take Tylenol for pain. Hahahahahaha! Right! I take Fioricet when the pain is too intense for me to sleep, but mostly I deal with it.
We still plan to leave here at the end of July and move back to Nevada. Apologies in advance to people who might be helping us with a mid-summer move in the desert. We were originally going to stay a year, then six months, and now nine. The blog title will remain, in any case.
We are longing to have guests. No one has yet visited us in virgin Margaritaville. Y'all have about 4-1/2 months before we don't have a guest room on the beach.
Having nothing worthwhile to add, I'll sign off for now. Hasta soon!
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