The weatherman / El meteorólogo

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

“IT’S OVER 90 DEGREES (32C) today,” I commented to San Geraldo as he prepared lunch Thursday. “Really?” he asked. “Really,” I answered.

“Inside or outside?”

*Crickets* [Note: For those of you, like San Geraldo, who won’t know what I mean by *crickets*, it’s the sound of silence, as in “We heard nothing but crickets.”]

San Geraldo could read the expression on my face and muttered. “Well, don’t laugh at me! Some people have both outdoor and indoor thermometers!”

“Do we?” I asked.

“No, but that’s beside the point. Well, on second thought, maybe that is the point. Still, don’t laugh!”

By the way, it’s currently about 78F (30C). Outside.

These photos are from my walk Tuesday afternoon. I went in a new direction (for me). It wasn’t all picture-postcard perfect.

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“HOY HACE MÁS DE 90 grados (32C)”, le comenté a San Geraldo mientras preparaba el almuerzo del jueves. “¿De verdad?” preguntó. “De verdad,” respondí.

“¿Dentro o fuera?”

* Crickets * [Nota: Para aquellos de vosotros, como San Geraldo, que no sabrá lo que quiero decir con * crickets * [grillos], en la jerga estadounidense es el sonido del silencio, como en, “No escuchamos nada más que grillos”].

San Geraldo pudo leer el expresión en mi rostro y murmuré. “¡Bueno, no te rías de mí! ¡Algunas personas tienen termómetros para exteriores e interiores! ”

“¿Hacemos?” yo pregunté.

“No, pero eso no viene al caso. Bueno, pensándolo bien, tal vez ese sea el punto. Aún así, ¡no te rías!”

Por cierto, ahora es actualmente 78°F (30°C). Afuera.

Estas fotos son de mi caminata el martes por la tarde. Fui en una nueva dirección (para mí). No todo fue perfecto como una postal.

An old fig orchard. I think it’s been abandoned.
Un viejo huerto de higueras. Creo que ha sido abandonado.

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At 1:02, you’ll understand why I chose this song. Or maybe it will just be *crickets*.
A la 1:02 entenderás por qué elegí esta canción. O tal vez solo sean *crickets*.

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..

23 thoughts on “The weatherman / El meteorólogo”

  1. Chickens always brighten the day – and I recognized the fig from the leaves. Stay warm and dry, or cool and comfortable. 61 here this morning.

    1. I can be obsessive about the weather. I LOVE the details……much to Ron’s chagrin!
      It is 10C here now at 9:30 AM. Not bad at all.

      It is good to see that your community is diverse and not all the same……..makes for a more interesting and balanced town/city…….in my humble opinion.

      I am imagining an abandoned fig orchard!! I couldn’t control myself! I LOVE figs!

      1. Jim:
        I’ll have to check back on the fig orchard. There’s a larger one on the opposite side of the boulevard that didn’t look abandoned. Maybe they’re still in use. The trees looked healthy and I would think they’d need water to be doing so well.

    2. David:
      Supposedly only high 70s here right now but it feels like summer. As Yogi Berra said, “It’s like deja vu all over again.” I wasn’t sure about those leaves and had to look it up myself!

  2. maddie will like the cock pix. I like the “los pinos” house. and the dylan song. the world is not always picture-perfect.

    1. anne marie:
      The Los Piños house has a nice amount of property, too. I didn’t want to be rude and hold my camera above the wall for some photos. It IS a quite lovely cock.

  3. I with AM bout the Los Pinos house. I could live there!

    As for the Mitchell and SG chat, just change the names to bob and Carlos, same results … crickets!

    Lastly, I, too, had that first thought: Nice cock.

    1. Bob:
      Los Piños intrigues me. It’s got a nice amount of property. Unfortunately, one entire side runs along the main road that leads to and from the highway and the large supermarket. Otherwise, I’d snap it up. Whenever I tell one of these stories now, I immediately think of you and Carlos.

    1. Debra:
      And thanks to masks and not being able to identify the wearers, I’m willing to share full-frontals any time I get them.

  4. What a cock and bull story, Mitchell! The bull has a good view. I think these photos are the first residential areas you have shown with actual soil around the houses instead of pavement or tiles. What I would give for a fig tree and some fresh figs!

    At our cabana, the outside temp IS the inside temp. We can moderate it a few degrees by deploying the shade cloth curtains on the verandas and by closing/opening windows according to the direction of the sun and the breeze.

    1. Wilma:
      Many of the homes in town DO actually have lawns and gardens. They’re just surrounded by walls. But just a few minutes outside the center of town there’s lots of property. I’ll be sure to get more photos of those areas.

    1. mcpersonalspace54:
      When the British tourists are here, the town is filled with mismatched outfits. Right now, it’s exciting when I spot one.

      1. mspersonalspace54:
        I don’t know, but maybe it’s the real reason the Colonies broke away from British rule. (Oh, never mind that. American tourists can be even worse.)

    1. Walt the Fourth:
      Yes! I thought of you. Will check back on those orchards. I don’t think the trees would be so healthy if they were being ignored.

    1. Urspo:
      In terms of the English expression, I couldn’t find anything, and I haven’t had a chance to ask many friends. The one I asked said, “I say ‘crickets’.” She had no Spanish equivalent. And her English is so good that she might be unusual in knowing the English slang.

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