I am too sick to think clearly. Have had a bad cough since Wednesday. If I am not better by Monday, I will see the doctor. I hate to go because they so readily give out antibiotics. I don't like antibiotics. They mess up my stomach. So it is a waiting game at the moment. Lots of time in bed and watching netflix. Everyone I know here is sick with some kind of cough, cold, chills, fever, etc. It must be going around town.
We had a couple of cold days. My friend said that it rained but I was too sick to check out the window. Chico has been in bed next to me. He is a comfort. I had big plans to go to a St. Patrick's Day celebration at El Barco. It is a local bar. It is a singles event but anyone can come. Cost is 150 pesos for corned beef and cabbage. I like that but it isn't on my diet these days. I am sure the bar will be filled with single women and a handful of single men. They may even have a live band. Good thing that women here don't mind dancing together.
My great grandma was Irish. She and her sister came over on a boat with their names pinned to their dresses. The parents were so poor that they couldn't all come over at once so they came first and then started sending for the children. I think there were twelve children. I read Angela's Ashes once and was deeply impressed. At that time I had no inkling of my family's past. I was most likely reading their story too. He wrote it just for his children, so they would understand what his life was like in Ireland and it won the Pulitzer prize. I thank Frank McCourt for his honesty and willingness to show his vulnerability. It is a gift to the world. Well, I am back to bed.