Quiet Day In a Very Nice Place

We spent the day puttering around the house:, catching up with the news on the internet, reading books on the roof-top deck and generally goofing off. We did do one project -- you know us -- if we get around a house, we’ll find something we think needs doing. This place came with one of those bar-height tables and 6 chairs. Unfortunately there was only 2 ½ inches between the seat of the chair and the bottom of the table, so you couldn’t scoot under it while eating. At least for Bob, that resulted in lots of food in his lap instead of on his plate or the table. So we got Russett’s permission and her sawz-all, and “cut their legs off” so to speak, on the bar stools, that is. We now have a properly functioning dinner table. Ah, the simple things in life!

We might have hung around the house and goofed off all day anyway, but we had an excuse: we were hoping “Ponytail Doug” would come by to see if he could sort out our software/hardware problems that kept us in the “office” (see previous post on this topic) while using the internet. He finally showed up about 5:30 just as Cathryn was fixing us margaritas for cocktail hour. Once we said hello, and explained the problem, and Ponytail Doug got started, we proceeded with the margaritas. We can’t let technical difficulties interfere with life’s priorities. Doug did all those mysterious things techies do by rapidly opening and closing all sorts of black screens with white letters for almost two hours, all the while mumbling about hardware suppliers, hackware and how they didn’t need to make things that complex. But ultimately he got it all fixed. Total charge: 300 pesos, or about $27.

Baja Nicknames

While Ponytail Doug (his ponytail is about 24” long, by the way) was pounding away on our computers, I asked if I could take his photo for use on the blog. He hemmed and hawed and ultimately said he’d rather I didn’t. So what do you want to read into that? I’ll leave it to you. We have run into a number of characters down here, usually middle-aged or older guys, with funny nicknames such as Rattlesnake Bill and Fossil Mike. It could be that almost everyone down here is of a certain age, and therefore named Bob, Dave, Jim, Mike, Doug etc, and the nicknames help distinguish between multiple people with the same name. Or maybe at least in some case it’s because they either are, or like to project, that they are “hiding out”.