
I started walking around listening. And I realized the sound was coming from the downstairs bathroom. There are two rooms (occasionally rented) down there, and they share a dark, ugly bath. Unlike mine, which is tiled, painted white, and has direct sunlight most of the day.

It's clear water, but I know it was in the septic tank. I keep digging a drainage ditch to keep that mess dry, but my "husband of landlady" keeps filling it in. I guess he likes a little pond of sewer water. Good place to breed mosquitoes. And my landlady wonders why no gringos vivistors want to rent her rooms.

And I took a long shower this morning. A long, long shower. I have the gas-powered hot water tank turned off right now. I pay for the gas here, so when other people are staying downstairs I just turn it off. It's so hot it doesn't really matter. Except that shampoo rinses out better in hot water.
I had a busy errand day. Tomorrow I am tidying up my work table so there's more room for my son's stuff. So far he will get the double bed, two tables, and half-the workbench. And a table on the patio. And a hammock. I was going to do that today, but I got sidetracked looking thru the two envelopes of "important papers" I brought down to Mexico. Medical and official papers (diplomas, birth certificate, etc). I was hoping I could toss them, but I guess that's not a good idea.
And I am going to wash clothes while I wait for the big Coke truck to deliver my Cokes in glass bottles. I know they will be here tomorrow, sometimes between about 1oam and 4pm. It;s worth the waiting around, because only way to get glass bottle of Cokes. And they are really cheap of the the truck, by the case. About 30US cents each.
The good thing about not having many pieces of clothing, is that washing my clothes doesn't take long. The bad thing is during hot weather my clothes get damp from sweat. And I want to change them all the time. I have 7 shorts, 2 long pants, nine short sleeved a button-front cotton shirts, and five cotton tee shirts that are too hot to wear most of the year. And seven cotton boxers/tee shirts to sleep in. And a fleece vest for the one or two nights a year when it seems cold: 65 or so.

There are unsolved mysteries around here everyday. This gringo price thing is interesting. I usually don't notice when I am getting a good deal. But the taxi drivers automatically give the local price from LasVaras to Chacala now. When I am walking up the taxi stand I sometimes hear them telling a new driver (the next guy in line is your driver for that trip) that I get the good price. I don't want to say what it is. I know some people don't like the two-tier pricing, but of course, I do, personally. And I like the two-tier pricing in theory too. Anyone who can afford airfare and room rent can afford a few bucks more for a taxi. That's what I think anyway.

When he was about 1 1/2 he was riding solo in the back of his Dad's pick-up. That's not unusual here. You have to learn the manly art of balancing in the back of a pickup speeding over bumpy, dusty roads early, I guess. I was so scared for him. But when he saw me, he just grinned. So proud of himself. "I'm a big kid now".
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