When I lived in Denver the mountains were to the west, in LA, Studio City they were to the South, - in Slidell, they were in the next state so now, they’re all around me, closest to the North so guess I’ve finally arrived, they’re everywhere, they’re everywhere and still covered with flowering plants and trees of all sorts.

Today’s adventure was a new restaurant with a great burger and fries for $3.80 and then to the Lone Star Bakery for some bagels and to a jewelry store in Ajijic for some batteries that I was looking for yesterday, so it’s all here somewhere, it’s just finding the somewhere. And often things are combined, like my mailbox is at the pool supply. Kind of like the place in College Station, TX (home of the Aggies) it’s a combination veterinarian/taxidermy, there’s a sign out front saying “You get your dog back either way!”

I need a computer desk, the one I have is a killer, so that’s tomorrow’s project, something I’d whip up in a few minutes if I had my tools – yada yada yada.

I read that there are 3 stages to this immigration process which is now a week old. First, excitement and adventure (sounds familiar), then frustration and isolation as you realize things are a nuisance and you ain’t gonna change them and finally acceptance and modification of habits and acceptance of reality – or, for some folks the decision point to return NOB.

But, it was a good day, the weather station is up, not completely converted to metric and not totally stabilized, but it’s up, so we’re making progress and now you folks getting out your coats can check in and drool. Also, Max has taken over a shelf next to the desk, so he’s spending more time up here with me.

There’s something going on, I’ve been hearing big explosions of fireworks starting last night, even early this morning before daylight, may have something to do with the “night of the dead” when people go to cemeteries and remember those who have passed and of course that turns into a celebration of sorts.

I may go to the Waffle House for breakfast tomorrow, or maybe Saturday – hey, it’s ain’t an Ihop, but a waffle is a waffle.