I’m ready to have my life back, the laid back one I was planning on a while back. One thing is for certain — we haven’t just been sitting around since we got back to Guayabitos. Here’s the update, and then I’m reverting back to whatever this blog was before. Or something different, maybe even better. Like I say, I need some time to think .
We’ve had two house guests, one of whom I accompanied to San Miguel de Allende and spent ten days with. She loves it. She’s moving there. The other stayed with us while considering moving-to-Mexico options.
I let Marta go while we were still friends and her faithful service was fresh in memory. She was a blessing and I’m blessing her on her way. It was time. ‘Nough said.
Larry has had several follow up appointments in Tepic. He rode his Harley up and back to one while I had a serious talk with a higher, quieter power. As the hour passed for a reasonable return, I was moving into desperate prayer-mode: “Do something, please!” Not exactly standard pro-forma divine petition, but something jarred loose — maybe just my thought. Anyway, about that time a guy shows up at the front gate. “Heard there was a motorcycle for sale here,” he says. “WAIT RIGHT THERE!!!” I respond in a less than laid back way. And sure enough, only minutes later I hear the whump whump whump coming up the street. It is blistering hot. I have the street gates and the doors to the garage open so Cobbo can drive right into the shade. He cuts the engine and takes off his helmet. He’s wiped out. I announce why the guy standing outside is standing there. “Good,” he says. And the deal is done the next day. Maybe I should get back in the praying business. THAT one sure worked!
So with pesos in our pocket we’re proceeding with projects that have been set aside for the last few years. Mostly tearing out, scraping, re-tiling and repainting. We’re going to have a sliding glass door at the front of the kitchen, maybe not as picturesque as the French doors, but at least we can open and close it without two strong people and a crowbar.
We’ve done two more trips to Guadalajara in these last few weeks for various things. On this last one I signed up for Social Security at the American Consulate. That was last Wednesday. The agent was surprised to see me, thinking the appointment was going to be over the phone. Maybe she felt obligated to fill the allotted time with my actual physical body seated in front of her. “I see you reported no income for 1973, 1978, and 1983. Can you explain those?” Or maybe it was a test for mental capacity, but talk about a trip down Memory Lane!
Last Saturday evening Larry and I boarded a Turistar Lujo bus, and headed to Texas. It was absolutely the easiest trip north we’ve ever taken. Luxurious, fully reclining seats with foot rests, wide as first class seats on American Airlines. Individual headsets to watch a movie on a flat screen television, and lights out at 10:30. We sailed through check points, slept like children, and arrived an hour early in Nuevo Laredo. All of this, with our senior citizen discounts was MN$1,115 (pesos) for the two of us. That’s about fifty bucks a piece.
Then it was a fifty dollar cab ride to the Laredo airport where our Hertz car was reserved. Only the Hertz office there doesn’t open until noon. Sort of took the steam out of our sails waiting a couple of hours. By the time we reached San Antonio it was almost past 3:00. We were bushed but figured to press on to Kerrville, which would be a good place to put up for the night.
We didn’t count on a Texas wild fire. At 4:00 in the afternoon with the temperature gauge at 106, we came to a complete stop on Interstate 10, along with hundreds of other cars. We ended up doubling back, finding a motel, sleeping from 6 in the afternoon to 2:30 in the morning, and pushing on to Lubbock. We got the car returned in under 24 hours and have settled in to “life at Mom’s.” Pot roast was the first perk. It was worth the trip.
And that’s the news from the Cobb’s. I have another dental appointment — the last one — in Guadalajara on July 11, so we’ll be back in Guayabitos that day or the next. The rains have started, courtesy of Hurricane Beatriz, so it should be getting green there, and certainly much cooler than June. Maybe by then I’ll have my life back. And maybe I’ll have some clue as to what I’m going to do with it.