|Bird of Paradise in my Yard|
It is Sunday morning and the sun hasn't risen yet. Chico is still in bed. Poor guy. His short haircut is too short and he has hot spots all over his body. Sometimes he just shakes his entire body, as if he is trying to shake his skin off. I try to put salve on those spots but he tries to bite me. I guess I am going to have to let time be his healer.
I thought I had put the spam guard on my blog the other day but this morning I got spam on the post that was apologizing about having to put it on. Maybe I fixed it this time. I am tired of seeing all those ads. I get probably fifty spams to one real comment.
Life is good here for me at the moment. Except that I heard about a couple of murders here. That is disturbing. Today I will pick up the Guadalajara Reporter to get more information. I think it was a home invasion gone wrong. Many of these home invasions happen during the day. Why should they bother doing it in the dark? Especially when they rarely get caught. This is the downside of living here. The bigger the fence, the greater the challenge. I think it is safer to live in a small house in a Mexican neighborhood where you know your neighbors and they like you. That is the best security of all.
Today I am going out, again, for lunch with friends. I have eaten out more this week than at home and my refrigerator is bursting at the seams with food. I have a good life. All my basic needs are easily met and I have many friends. Online friends and friends in person. For now, my health is good. I couldn't ask for more. This being Sunday morning, I will say a prayer of thanks for this life of mine. I pray for good lives for all of you too. We are only here for a short time. Let's enjoy it.