I applaud the health care vote that just happened in my backyard in DC, and I especially love reading about it while living in a beautiful casita in Todos Santos, Mexico. Tonight the sky was fuscia….really, I couldn’t call it pink. It was much too alive and bursting with brilliant color to be called pink. And of course, the ocean was fuscia as well. What a beautiful spot.
I haven’t done much because I’ve been hanging out here waiting for the plumber who was supposed to have come today. It’s 6:30 and I doubt he will show up now. I suspect the cartridge wasn’t available in TS and he had to go to the big city, La Paz to the north or one of the Cabos to the south. I do hope he gets here tomorrow. My little house has no water. I go to the other casita for the shower or toilet. It’s not a big deal and I do remember hundreds of places I’ve lived in without water all the time, not just when something breaks. Also a water main broke this morning and no one in the area had water. I think they fixed it, but I have to go to the other house to find out.
I have no phone…it’s one of the things I have to do in town. Buy a sim card and get a local number for the phone my neighbor loaned me. I have a Magic Jack which allows me to call the US via computer, and a Skype account, but they get me to the US and not to the plumber. Funny this technology.
Mitch, Melissa, and Cris arrive on the 24th. I haven’t seen them since August. Grandson Cris is five; I especially can’t wait to see him. I’ll write again on Christmas day after dinner at a Cafe/Restaurant Santa Fe on Christmas Eve.
Hope there are lots of good things under the tree on Christmas morning.
