My first proto-post vanished tonight in the flurry of showing Danny pictures of the Chrysler and googlemaps of our house and the home farm - and with the fun of showing off our car, vanished the semi-sour mood occaisioned by a couple of incidents earlier today. So much so that I'm not even going to try to resurrect what I had written. Those who upset me are free to go and boil their heads or not; I do not care one way or the other.

It's another games night, bilingual Bingo on the rancho. Earlier, Jane and I did one of things that couples do when they're being stereotypical: a walk on the beach at sunset. See pictures. The sun vanishes over the horizon by 6:00 pm here year-round. Or near as makes no difference. This is upsetting my internal expectations; with this much heat, it is supposed to stay light until after 9:00 pm.


The general wrench of dislocation into a new culture seems to be passing, and with its slow ebb, the number of startlingly strange things on which to comment on drops as well. Remind me sometime to get on a 'use-of-gorgeous-solid-hardwood-where-particleboard-or-melamine-would-do-at-home" tear, because I have a lot I could say on that very subject. But this acceptance of things may seriously reduce the amount of copy I am generating; I will try to be overly verbose by way of compensation. Tomorrow. Buenos Noches.