Monday, Monday / Lunes, Lunes

La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

I’M HAVING A “MONDAY.” I live on the Mediterrean Sea — with a man who is not only descended from a saint (Saint Ferdinand III of Spain), but is himself a saint.

I have lots of interests and plenty to keep me busy, physically and mentally. Besides all that, I’m retired. In the ways that count, Monday is no different from Sunday or Thursday or even Wednesday, or the rest. But, still, I’m having a Monday. It’s nearly 2:00 and I haven’t been out of the house.

I was up at 7 and saw a beautiful sunrise. I thought, “I should go out for an exercise walk now while it’s still coolish and there aren’t many people around. Instead, I went back to bed and slept another three hours.

I’m not liking people much since the summer crowd arrived over the weekend. Many aren’t following the “rules of the masks.” I’ve heard that people are being fined for disobeying the law, but I haven’t seen it myself. I’ve only been along the Paseo in recent days. San Geraldo said people seem to be much more diligent away from the beach. I’ll have to escape after lunch, despite the afternoon heat.


ESTOY TENIENDO UN “LUNES”. VIVO en el mar Mediterráneo, con un hombre que no solo desciende de un santo (San Fernando Rey de España), sino que también es un santo.

Tengo muchos intereses y mucho para mantenerme ocupado, física y mentalmente. Además de todo eso, estoy jubilado. En las formas que cuentan, el lunes no es diferente del domingo o jueves o incluso el miércoles, o el resto. Pero aún así, estoy teniendo un lunes. Son casi las 2:00 (14:00) y no he estado fuera de la casa.

Me levanté a las 7 y vi un hermoso amanecer. Pensé: “Debería salir a hacer una caminata de ejercicio ahora que todavía es genial y no hay mucha gente alrededor.” En cambio, volví a la cama y dormí otras tres horas.

No me gustan mucho la gente desde que llegó la multitud de verano durante el fin de semana. Muchos no siguen las “reglas de las mascarillas”. He oído que se está multando a las personas por desobedecer la ley, pero no lo he visto yo mismo. Solo he estado en el Paseo en los últimos días. San Geraldo dijo que la gente parece ser mucho más diligente lejos de la playa. Tendré que escapar después del almuerzo, a pesar del calor de la tarde.

San Geraldo asked if I wanted cake for lunch Saturday. I knew what he meant but said anyway that I thought I might prefer it after lunch. The last slice. I’m so glad it’s gone. I told SG to not listen to me the next time I beg him to bake a chocolate cake.
San Geraldo me preguntó si quería almorzar tarta el sábado. Sabía lo que quería decir, pero de todos modos dije que pensé que podría preferirla después del almuerzo. La última. Estoy tan contento de que se haya ido. Le dije a SG que no me escuchara la próxima vez que le suplicara que horneara una tarta de chocolate. Es demasiado bueno.
He realized one cheek was hanging out. He adjusted and they both were.
Se dio cuenta de que una mejilla colgaba. Se ajustó y los dos estaban.
Unmasking the unmasked. (And Fuengirola fashion.)
Desenmascarando lo desenmascarado. (Y la moda de Fuengirola).
As I aimed my camera, I saw the man quickly grab his own mask from his pocket and then whisper to the woman. This was the result. I wonder what he said.
Mientras apuntaba mi cámara, vi al hombre rápidamente agarrar su propia mascarilla de su bolsillo y luego susurrarle a la mujer. Este fue el resultado. Me pregunto qué dijo él.
Obviously, it’s still pretty good for a Monday.
Obviamente, todavía es bastante bueno para un lunes.
I slept on this briefly last night. I keep telling Dudo to not do his pedicures while in bed. Ouch!
Dormí brevemente en esta anoche. Sigo diciéndole a Dudo que no haga sus pedicuras mientras está en la cama. ¡Ay!

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

32 thoughts on “Monday, Monday / Lunes, Lunes”

  1. I have been amazed myself at how Mondays can still feel like Mondays in retirement. Force of decades of habit, I guess. I do have to remind myself periodically that the day doesn’t make any difference, especially in these restricted times. Stay as bubbly as you can under the circumstances (I myself tend not to do bubbly well). 😊

    1. wickedhamster:
      I should have written that post today because it STILL feels like Monday and that was my point. It doesn’t matter what day of the week it is, it’s just got that Monday feeling. As for bubbly. No bubbles out of me yesterday — well maybe a couple, and so far none today. But we’re having dinner with friends from Madrid tonight and that should help a lot even if we can’t hug or get too close.

  2. Your “Med Life” isn’t much different than out “Maritime Life” minus the lush warm ocean breezes and beautiful walkways. The masks are more plentiful now. I am having trouble breathing with my choices so I can only mange short excursions to stores. I do suspect the 2nd wave will descend upon us by early fall. People just don’t get the seriousness of this world we live in now. Heading out for our morning ritual while it’s still cool. Hugs to you both and be safe. I mange to have chocolate the other day! Yeah!

    1. Ron:
      So sorry about the mask problems for you. People here can get medically excused but I wouldn’t want to go out with that risk. I’m glad you have such a beautiful home to stay close to. I didn’t get out of the house early today (nor at all yesterday). Will brave the heat and humidity this afternoon just to move a bit.

    1. Dawn Ford:
      Yeah, and sometimes I need to kick myself in the butt and get on with it. I woke up with that Monday morning feeling again today.

  3. Perhaps when people head to the beach for vacation they think vacation means ‘No masks’?

    And why is that man cupping his own ass? Isn’t there someone to do it for him.

    1. Bob:
      Haven’t you every cupped your own ass? There’s something very reassuring about it — or so I’ve been told. Anyway, he appeared to be checking where his shorts were sitting because he immediately tucked the right leg up into the right cheek so it matched the left. Most of the people who are here have been under the same restrictions we’ve been under. They are REALLY pissing me off. The first time i see someone getting a ticket, I’ll probably applaud.

      1. I have, but it just seems weird strolling down the avenue feeling my own ass?

  4. The two men in dark shorts here are just too painful to look at. And why, in the first pic is he wearing a shoe on his tiny hand? [I know, I know!]

    1. Raybeard:
      Oh that shoe!!! As you can imagine, the people right behind that guy really annoyed me. But he was moving too fast for me to get another shot. If I could get Photoshop to work, I probably would have removed them from the image!

  5. Great photos again. Monday well its another day of the week, I really don’t notice anymore. As for people well I know what you mean, though this pandemic has changed some people and the way they look at things and how they participate in life’s events. We are lucky here 0 cases.

    1. Laurent:
      Oh, people. August is our busiest month here. I’m already counting the days until its end. 27 to go. Then a couple of still-busy weeks in September.

  6. Lately what day of the week it is has no importance at all really. But I do know what you mean about it being a ‘Monday’…….it does have a special meaning for many…….like HAVING to go to work!!

    1. Jim:
      Yep. Yesterday could have been Saturday for all that mattered. It simply FELT like Mondays used to feel.

    1. Debra:
      It seemed to me they thought I was about to report them, and that’s why I didn’t care about sharing their faces. I’m trying so hard to not obsess about the scofflaws. It isn’t easy!

  7. I’m having a Monday, too. I was up comforting the dogs during a thunderstorm.that seemed to last all night. The little one (all 70lbs of her) had to be right on top of me digging her sharp elbows into my abdomen as I was stretched out on the couch and the big one (90lbs) was on the floor beside me, insisting that i MUST actively pet her. I need a nap.

    It’s a funny old world when you are safer around masked people.

    1. Wilma:
      The poor dogs (and you). At least the big one doesn’t feel the need to be right on top of you! Hope the storm has passed and the dogs have settled. Yeah, this is a funny world.

  8. I personally enjoy Mondays, or Lunes if you will. Balder Half goes into work and I get the house to myself and the dogs. I’m too much of a loner for my own good. We celebrated our 45th yesterday. It consisted of him being all buzzy and me being a flower holding a fly swatter! Not role playing!
    Hugs to you, Scoot. Is cake for lunch a euphemism 😉

    1. Deedles:
      Truth is, I DO like Mondays here because most shops are closed Sundays. So, Monday is kind of a relief knowing if we need anything we can get it. This week it wasn’t that it WAS Monday it was that it felt like Mondays used to feel. I’m becoming more comfortable as a loner, too (I’ve had my loner times over the years). In recent years I’ve been much more social. Now I just want to get out for some air and exercise. The people can all stay in their damned houses! Oh, I WISH cake for lunch were a euphemism. I love the image of BG being all buzzy and you being a flower with a fly swatter. So poetic. Or is it metaphoric?

  9. That guy probably thought you were the mask police! I have days where I don’t leave the house, too. It’s not exactly fun but with so many people moving around out there (unmasked), sometimes it seems like the wisest thing to do.

    1. Steve:
      I never did leave the house yesterday. Will have to try harder today. I won’t risk saying anything to anyone about their masks… outdoors at least, even though it’s legally required. But I will blatantly take pictures (which may not be very bright either). I’m trying to not dwell on these idiots but such a small minority here didn’t follow the rules before the out-of-towners arrived; it’s very angering and makes me feel like I’m in lockdown again.

  10. stoopid touristas!
    and you could have helped that guy adjust his shorts.
    I find cat nails in the strangest places too.

    1. anne marie:
      I’m like the princess and the pea. I woke up to something sharp in my back and thought the sheet had simply twisted. Dudo! He had been in bed cuddling with me earlier and then moved to beside me so he could work on his nails.

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