I have learned recently that leaf blower usage is on the rise at Lakeside and that technically they violate current Jalisco noise pollution laws.  For those on condo and fraccionamiento boards who don’t understand such laws, it means leaf blowers are loud, the kind of loud that can rattle pots and pans. Short of a motorcycle revving up for 20 minutes on your terraza, few things, including Joshua at Jericho, have the power to shake your roof tiles like the fury of a gas-powered leaf blower. 

There’s been a rush to find nature’s own original health balms and cures within every earthly nook and cranny, probably from the time Homo Erectus realized chasing mammoths around all week made for serious joint pain.

Mexico’s state of “orphanhood” as described by Octavio Paz has puzzled Mesoamerican anthropologists and historians for centuries.

I think as denizens at Lakeside we have an obligation to try to learn Spanish. Even if just to show our hosts that we, as guests, don’t expect them to bear the burden of speaking English for our convenience.

Let me say first-off that in most respects, my retirement brain has been a loyal and reliable servant, at least when it comes to my personal safety going up and down stairs after too many margaritas, or trying to convert grams to ounces when preparing margaritas. Or, even just remembering where I leave my margaritas when I go off to take my Krill Oil. 

For some emigres here at Lakeside, the recent peso decline has turned to a worry about a future foraging for food and ferreting out a secret home in someone’s tool shed, and taking placebos for medical conditions, seeing as they do only slightly worse than their regular meds and are much cheaper. (Some even freshen your breath.)