Forty-six degrees this morning on our thermometer. In Central Mexico.

Ground doves sunning.

There’s a very soft-spoken chiropractor twenty minutes away from here. Occasionally there are rather odd people in his waiting room. Including us.

Waiting room.

A contract to buy a new tractor doesn’t always mean that tractor will be delivered. It may not be available. What’s up with that?

A rancho like ours that’s big enough to have great colors of crepe paper available may not have fine wire to make big flowers. Or pipe cleaners.

There is a lapidista/headstone maker in just about every town, no matter how small. They charge by the letter.

Just because…