Give a fig laying pipe / Dale un higo tendiendo tubería

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

I TOOK A WALK THIS afternoon away from the beach to the nearby neighborhood of Los Pacos. I thought I’d walk a bit into the hills but, by the time I was 10 minutes away from home, the temperature rose and the breeze died. So I walked the neighborhood for a bit finding shade wherever I could.

I’ll share photos soon of some of Los Pacos. Today was simply random thoughts, which of course touched on the juvenile. There were several fig trees lining a walkway and dropping their unpicked fruit on the pavement. I saw a pomegranate tree untended and I then turned onto a completely torn up street where new pipe was being laid.

It was actually a very pleasant walk (although the temporary plankways on the torn up street were treachorous at times). Relax. I didn’t trip. Not even once.

I spoke with The Kid Brother last night and explained that I have to delay my trip perhaps a few more months. It was at first not easy, but it finally went very well. What a relief! But he expects another care package. I had one delivered to him less than two weeks ago! Like the cats, he’s got me wrapped around his finger.


HICE UN PASEO ESTA TARDE lejos de la playa hasta el cercano barrio de Los Pacos. Pensé que caminaría un poco hacia las colinas pero, cuando estuve a 10 minutos de casa, la temperatura subió y la brisa murió. Así que caminé un poco por el vecindario buscando sombra donde pudiera.

Pronto compartiré fotos de Los Pacos. Hoy fueron simplemente pensamientos aleatorios, que por supuesto tocaron al joven. Había varias higuerones alineadas en una pasarela y dejando caer la fruta sin cortar en el pavimento. Vi un granado desatendido y luego giré hacia una calle completamente destrozada donde se estaba colocando tuberias nuevas.

En realidad, fue un camino muy agradable (aunque los tablones temporales de la calle destruida eran traicioneros a veces). Relajarse. No tropecé. Ni una sola vez.

En inglés “I don’t give a fig” [no dar un higo] significa “Me importa un comino” y “to lay pipe” [tender tubería] significa “tener sexo.” Sí, soy muy inmaduro.

Hablé con El Hermanito anoche y le expliqué que tengo que retrasar mi viaje quizás unos meses más. Al principio no fue fácil, pero finalmente salió muy bien. ¡Qué alivio! Pero espera otro paquete de cuidados. ¡Le envié uno hace menos de dos semanas! Como los gatos, me tiene envuelto alrededor de su dedo.

• I think the trees are ficus carica, good edible figs. What a waste.
• Creo que los arboles son ficus carica, buenos higos comestibles. Que desperdicio.
• The fig trees.
• Los higuerones.
• A pomegranate tree across the ditch (far right of previous photo).
• Un granado al otro lado de la zanja (extremo derecho de la foto anterior).
• I understand how he feels.
• Entiendo cómo se siente.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

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25 thoughts on “Give a fig laying pipe / Dale un higo tendiendo tubería”

  1. KB knows how to lay on the guilt…but then he probably inherited that skill from the Master (aka Duchess), Glad you survived the call, even if it will cost you a bit extra for another care package. Not a bad price to pay after all.

  2. Ya know, Scoot, after all of that talk about a colonoscopy, that first picture became extra icky! My 12 year old inner boy is not coming out to give his opinion on what the figs on the tree look like. You’re welcome. I only like figs in a newton and I hate pomegranates. I don’t have an opinion on laying pipe. You’re welcome.

    1. Deedles:
      Oh, come on. You don’t have an opinion about laying pipe?!? Please!

      1. Okay, small tip: If they’re rusty you’re gonna need a lot of lube. You’re welcome.

  3. Never having had one, I’ve often wondered what a freshly picked fig tastes like…. are you allowed to harvest these figs and pomegranates? People have really turned to urban gardening here to stock my city’s Food Bank with produce. There’s even a new business that will turn your yard into a vegetable garden, do all the maintenance & harvesting in exchange for the homeowner providing the water, and the homeowner gets a fair share of the veggies too! The City and University teamed up one year to plant wheat on all the large traffic meridians, but flocks of Canada Geese ate most of it, so not much was left to mill into flour for the Food Bank. Good try, though, LOL!

    1. Tundra Bunny:
      I love fresh figs. There’s a honey like sweetness to them, but not super sweet. I love that new vegetable garden business. What a great idea. The gardens are so rewarding but the maintenance can be overwhelming. Oh, the wheat median. The best laid plans.

  4. I like the idea of KId Brother, Dudo and Moose keeping you in line!

    I’ll send another card off to him this week.

    1. Bob:
      KB has completely stopped telling me about the mail. And now I have to wait even longer to see what he has. Thank you for your kindness. I know he loves it whether he talks about it or not.

  5. So glad Chuck was OK with the change in plans. Figs! I would have been picking those babies and doing a happy dance. In college, my roommates and I loved in old farmhouse which had a magnificent fig bush. We made the most delicious fig daiquiris with them. It was like nectar of the gods.

    1. Wilma:
      I don’t know why but I’m always nervous about picking fruit when I have no idea what was possibly dumped along that public way. Your old farmhouse would have been different for me. And, ooh, fig daquiris. That’s sounds good.

  6. I agree with Deedles about the picture! But specking of pomegranates, I was at a nice little ice cream parlor today and enjoyed some pomegranate ice cream. It was delish. That street certainly is torn up. I hate that. It means closed windows till it’s done because of construction dust.

    1. I had thought of sending your brother a little care box…but worried me might not get it.

      1. Mistress Borghese:
        Deliveries from online shops and supermarkets have never been a problem. And I have a feeling he’s received a lot more cards and letter than he ever let on to. That’s the KB! Whatever you send makes him happy. A card is plenty. But, just so you know, he HATES chocolate.

    2. Mistress Borghese:
      I’ve never had pomegranate ice cream. I’m sure I would love it. Oh, the noise and dust on that street. I’m glad I was there during siesta. Several houses front the next street and have garages on that street… with signs saying DO NOT BLOCK DRIVEWAY, which were behind a chain link fence blocking the driveways. That pipe work seems to take a couple of weeks, too.

  7. Yum! Fresh figs! My tree has a promising crop for the first time in forever. Must be all the rain (I will make a note of that). Hopefully the birds won’t get them all and we’ll have some later this summer.

    1. Walt the Fourth:
      It’s interesting that the birds have left the figs alone on that road. I would think the monk parakeets would love the, but they’re nesting and roosting along the Paseo — or out in the countryside. I hope you get to enjoy yours.

  8. I’m so glad the conversation with Chuck went okay. What kind of stuff does he like in a care package? Like Maddie I was thinking of sending him a little something.

    1. Jennifer:
      That is SO kind of you. He loves cashews, pretzels, vanilla and/or lemon pudding, apple breakfast bars. No chocolate — because the Dowager Duchess told him when he was 12 that it was bad for his skin. I told her at the time she shouldn’t tell him that because he would lock in on it for the rest of his life. (However, he eats white chocolate because it’s not chocolate.)

  9. FIGS! LOVE them! ‘Drops’ are OK to eat, yes?
    THAT is one torn up street!
    Big brothers are there to be taken advantage of…….lol!

  10. Figs and Poms what a treat. Since they are next to the street is that planted by the city ?
    My neighbor in Laguna had a fig tree that he said was mine to pick. Fresh figs wonderful.

    1. Anon:
      The figs were either planted by the City or as part of the apartment building development across the street (because they stop when the private homes begin). The pomegranate might be a volunteer given where it came up.

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