It is So Senor

Hola, hola, hola and all that good stuff. I am so excited to tell you that my wonderful friend, Trish, who reads the blog, emailed me over my photo distress and informed me that Blogger is updating its format and I should read all about it to figure it out. I did that and decided at the risk of not figuring it out on my own, I will just keep the old blogger.

However, she sent four emails of fabulous, inventive ways of solving my problem. In one she suggested copy and paste and just move the photos that way. Good grief, it worked!
Thank you, Trish! And thanks to everyone else who commented or personally emailed me to solve the problem or like Senor who can be So Senor, suggested "does this really matter in the grand scheme of things?"

I loaded the four photos below, and you know, for me, four is dinky. I usually have many more, especially if Senor is giving me great photo opportunities. I mean, the hair dryer? Priceless........ Poking on the beach........Priceless, again. I could go on and on, but in case I get to 'publish post' and the copy and paste should turn out to be fake, and that would be a real catastrophe, I will have not sat here tediously uploading many photos for no purpose.

Plus, I have major things to accomplish this afternoon while Senor is bridging a few streets over with the ladies. I am in a serious cleaning mode.
Company is coming........KD and Novio.
We are going to meet Novio.

I am dusting the ceilings, sweeping the Glasspondstudio workshop, painting the vigas in the West Wing (for the second time), washing the Obregon Wal Mart sheets with the new Ace soap that smells like lime and rinsing with the newest Svuarte, called Elegance. Squishing all the mealy bugs in the fake kitchen's cupboards and tossing the bad flour, keeping the coffee can lid on the shower drains so the pinacates can't come up the pipes, ordering Cookie's flea medicine from El Coyote, mowing the yard (for the third time this week) and looking for my friend, Martin, to come and help me weed. He comes by every week looking for work we don't have and now, when I need him, he is not to be found.

I measured the beds. Seventy-four inches. Novio is six-two. In case you don't know, that's seventy-four inches. KD is five-two on a good top knot hair day. At first I did not think that is such a big difference in size. But if you release one foot out on your tape measure and hold it straight up in front of your eyes, a foot is a lot taller than you'd think. I guess I can put my newly covered bench at the foot of the bed, for his toes.


The doors that enter the West Wing are seventy-four inches. He isn't going to fit, especially not with shoes on. He will duck or go barefoot. Then I will worry about tarantulas and scorpions under foot, spiders over head. I am really not a worrier, but I am worried I may become one.

Senor and Humberto have their own projects to complete. Their goal is to get the eight feet of roof done, varro blanco'd in, cemented and impermeabled over, so we can have a dry place to sit and eat meals providing the wind is not blowing over ten miles an hour in which case we will just need to grab the cat and all go sit in new old car, where I doubt Novio is going to fit. I want to be able to eat under the dry portal, but Senor is just being So Senor. He says that is a work zone, not a dining zone. I plan to go into whine mode and see if there can't be a small space cleared and cleaned out for dining for four.

The final columns for the north end of the portal have been poured. Humberto had to take out most of the left half of the big tree there so the last column would fit. We have lost our shade from the tree, but gained a considerable amount of mountain view that we usually only have in winter since the tree is deciduous.

I have weeded this three times this week and the space, which was thigh high with grass several weeks ago, is looking good.







The plan is exciting. We will drive to Mazatlan, where KD and Novio will fly. We will lay around on the beach for a few days and then drive north to Alamos. Senor says it can be done in six hours. We dilly dallied last time and it took seven. I really do think Novio is barely going to fit in new old car, so I hope it will not seem like six hours to him. We will be in Alamos for a week and then drive again to Mazatlan where surprise! we will hook up with Ian and his friend!!!

We will lay around on the beach for several days with Ian and Friend and KD and Novio. Then KD and Novio are off to Denver, and we will drive with Ian and Friend, six hours north to Alamos, where we will stay for a week. Then, back to Mazatlan, to lay around the beach for a few days and then see them off to Seattle. I told this to someone and she said............jeez, just put them on the bus, that's too much..............i replied, the bus ride from Mazatlan is almost twelve hours................i would self destruct just waiting for them to get here. Besides I like to go and I am pretty excited to be going south instead of north.

KD and Ian could not get the same days off from work, but the overlap of several days in Mazatlan is a great surprise and I can hardly wait to see them all.

It is thundering outside and Radio Sonora is playing Lady Gaga tunes. Time for me to hustle back to check my list and find out what I am doing next.

Before I go, I want to show you my favorite photo. I am planning to blow it up and frame it and hang it in a very prominent place in the casa. It is So Senor.


Que le vaya bien! Linda lou