That yellow alert I told you about yesterday didn’t amount to much. We didn’t even have the usual big gusts. Just a lot of shaking and shimmying. We bumped into Elena and Tynan this morning and Elena said, “See? What did I tell you? Yellow alert! For what?”
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| DUDO SLEEPING (SMILINGLY) THROUGH THE YELLOW ALERT. |
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| MOOSE. POUTING BECAUSE HE COULDN’T GO OUTSIDE. |
This morning, San Geraldo went out to water the plants on the terrace and called to me to take a look at the corner yucca. It was in fact still standing. However, all that shaking from the wind had caused the hose around the pot to shimmy down to the ground. A day of big gusty winds and it would have gone over yet again.
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| SAGGING HOSE. (DON’T YOU JUST HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS?) |
Despite the lingering winter winds, spring has sprung in Fuengirola. Most of the beach umbrellas and chaise lounges were tucked away for our brief winter, but they’re already popping back up. I took these pictures Sunday while on a long walk with Linda and Tom (Jerry’s sister and her husband). Over the next few months, we’ll watch the umbrella forests spread. Right now, it just looks like the bare trees are branching and leafing out.
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| THIS GUY REMINDED ME OF “PAINTING THE ROSES RED” FROM “ALICE IN WONDERLAND.” |
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| “WHO DARES TO TAINT WITH VULGAR PAINT THE ROYAL FLOWER BED?” |
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| I GUESS HE PLANTED WHITE UMBRELLAS BY MISTAKE. |
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| MONDAY MORNING FOLLOW-UP: ROLLED THATCH WAITING TO BE WIRED INTO PLACE. |
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| ON ANOTHER STRETCH OF BEACH: HOW (AND WHERE) TO DRILL FOR WATER? |
And, of course, the music…
OR AS SAN GERALDO SINGS: “SHIMMY SHIMMY COCOA PUFFS.”
