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It’s raining again. Yesterday was dreary with not much rain. Today is dreary and rainy. Tomorrow will be the same. This is a bit much. I went to the gym this morning, but was mostly dizzy, so decided it was better to sit for a while and then come home. I did get somewhat of a workout done before giving up. A dangerous place to be tipsy. I had tried to workout before breakfast, after just some fruit. Maybe not such a good idea anymore. But it could also be the weather and the constantly changing air pressure.
Two plumbers were here today checking out the wet spot and hole in our bathroom ceiling. They’re from the building’s insurance company and are much more responsive than the services of the association in our old building. They found the problem on the roof and will fix it.
I was a slug most of yesterday and haven’t accomplished much of anything today — except for the gym, the pharmacy, and unloading and loading the dishwasher. I enjoy walking in the rain, but it’s getting old. I hope to accomplish a couple of Mr. Fix-it tasks this afternoon.
When we lived in Fuengirola, we were surrounded by British tourists and expats. So, St. Patrick’s Day was a big deal (lots of drunks and noise). Here, there’s no sign of holiday celebrations and I don’t mind. Still, it’s made me remember my first St. Patrick’s Day at university when I was just 17. I went drinking with a guy that was to become my best friend those years and for several years after. He was a year older, all of 18, so knew his way around (or so he and I thought). You had to be 18 to drink in New York State, but he told me Barber’s Bar never checked IDs. He was right. In his advanced experience (he drank beer all through high school while I drank wine and smoked pot), he insisted we have green beers. They put green food coloring in the cheapest beer on tap. It looked unappealing, tasted awful, and we enjoyed it (although I can’t forget that skunky taste).
San Geraldo has a massage scheduled at 6 p.m. and I said I would go to the neighborhood and wander around and then meet him for dinner after. The rain is supposed to be heaviest at the time we would meet. So I think I’ll break our date. The sky already looks more dismal and it’s pouring.
Here are photos from Saturday when the sun came out for a while. I turned a 20-minute walk, round trip, into a 50-minute walk. And then the storm clouds rolled in again, as you can see in this series.
Está lloviendo otra vez. Ayer fue un día gris, sin mucha lluvia. Hoy es gris y lluvioso. Mañana será igual. Esto es un poco excesivo. Fui al gimnasio esta mañana, pero estaba mareado, así que decidí sentarme un rato y luego volver a casa. Hice algo de ejercicio antes de rendirme. Es peligroso estar mareado. Había intentado hacer ejercicio antes de desayunar, después de comer algo de fruta. Quizás ya no sea tan buena idea. Pero también podría ser el clima y la presión del aire en constante cambio.
Dos fontaneros estuvieron hoy aquí revisando la mancha de humedad y el agujero en el techo del baño. Son de la compañía de seguros del edificio y son mucho más atentos que los servicios de la asociación de nuestro antiguo edificio. Encontraron el problema en el tejado y lo arreglarán.
Estuve casi todo el día de ayer y no he hecho casi nada hoy, excepto ir al gimnasio, a la farmacia y cargar y descargar el lavavajillas. Disfruto caminar bajo la lluvia, pero ya me está cansando. Espero poder hacer un par de cosas de manitas esta tarde.
Cuando vivíamos en Fuengirola, estábamos rodeados de turistas británicos y expatriados. Así que el Día de San Patricio era un acontecimiento (muchísimos borrachos y ruido). Aquí, no hay rastro de celebraciones navideñas y no me importa. Aun así, me ha hecho recordar mi primer Día de San Patricio en la universidad, cuando solo tenía 17 años. Salí de copas con un chico que se convertiría en mi mejor amigo durante esos años y durante varios años después. Era un año mayor, tenía 18, así que sabía de qué iba (o eso creíamos él y yo). Por aquel entonces, en el estado de Nueva York, había que tener 18 años para beber, pero me dijo que en el Barber’s Bar nunca se pedía identificación. Tenía razón. En su experiencia (bebió cerveza durante todo el instituto mientras yo bebía vino y fumaba marihuana), insistía en que tomáramos cervezas verdes. Le echan colorante alimentario verde a la cerveza de barril más barata. No tenía buena pinta, sabía fatal y lo disfrutamos (aunque no puedo olvidar ese sabor a zorrillo).
San Geraldo tiene un masaje programado a las 6 p. m. y le dije que iría al barrio a dar una vuelta y luego quedaría con él para cenar. Se supone que la lluvia será más fuerte a la hora en que nos encontremos. Así que creo que cancelaré la cita. El cielo ya se ve más deprimente y llueve a cántaros.
Aquí les dejo fotos del sábado, cuando salió el sol un rato. Convertí una caminata de 20 minutos, ida y vuelta, en una de 50 minutos. Y entonces volvieron las nubes de tormenta, como pueden ver en esta serie.
• Saliendo de la ferretería.
• Rosas hasta donde alcanza la vista.
• Un nuevo jardín acuático al otro lado de la calle de nuestra casa.
• Y más rosas.
• Mi amiguito Dudo esperando un rasguño en el puente de su nariz aguileña. Cielo.
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I am LOVING your new city!
Dudo is looking very good.
Jim:
Dudo is doing extremely well. He feels solid when I pet him, too. I am loving our new city, too.
Beautiful streets and fountains!
Debra:
There’s a wonder at every turn. I love it.
There’s some great public designs there, and I’m mad for the fountains. Such a creative approach.
Sorry you weren’t up to the gym. Maybe fruit drove up your blood sugar or something.
Boud
Boud:
Yes, the fountains everywhere are a great addition. I had more blood work one today for my GP. My special meds can cause problems with blood sugar, among other things. While the specialist focuses on the specific illness, the GP can focus on the rest.
I imagine with all that rain, there should be a magnificent show of roses this summer! Jx
Jon:
Yes, I’m expecting the roses to be amazing. And they take exceptional care of the “extensive” gardens here.
Thank goodness for blue skies, however briefly! I don’t blame you for cancelling on SG (and I’m sure he didn’t either). St Patrick’s Day has not even been on my radar this year, even though last year I was in Dublin!
Steve:
We ended up meeting for dinner about 5 minutes away and lucked out with a break in the heavy rain while we were out.
I can’t imagine what it must be like to live in a place where the city takes so much pride in its outdoor spaces. From flowers to fountains, sculpture, statues, beautifully maintained ancient buildings and walls- just unbelievable. I can’t wait to see it this summer.
I hope your dizziness passes quickly.
Maria Luna
Maria Lunasuspiro:
I love that you thought of that name! Yes, the City is amazing for the care it takes. And they just allotted a generous amount to make improvements to the long park (call The Paseo) behind us. I can’t wait to see it in spring and summer, and you’ll see it, too.
I love that water garden! So glad they found the problem causing the wet ceiling and are taking care of it.
I’ve sworn off drinking (actually my new meds prohibit it), so no green beer for me this year. At least I’d use good beer to make mine. 😉
Kelly:
Yeah, my meds and condition have nixed drinking for me, too. The water garden is only a couple of weeks old. I can’t wait to see it take off.
With all the spring rain you’ve been getting, Cordoba will be awash in colour before you know it. I woke up to another thick blanket of snow and EVERYTHING is white again — I’d kill for blue skies and flowers. In the meantime, your photos are delightful, Scoot!
Tundra Bunny:
Forecast has changed and there’s the possibility of some sun between the clouds and more tomorrow. Less chance of rain these two days. It was still raining early this morning. The gardens should perk up today.
I am glad you got a small bit of respite from the rain. I remember when I went to college in NY the drinking age was 18, and I had just turned 18. I felt so grown up. (Though at 18, who is?) Hopefully your March rain will bring beautiful April flowers.
Michael:
I wasn’t grown up at 28! The flowers are already showing their stuff.
I don’t like you getting dizzy at the gym, Scoot. Maybe you were a bit dehydrated? I hope the never-ending rain isn’t typical of your new area. I dread summers here — heat, humidity, and a thunderstorm every afternoon. We had thunderstorms over the weekend, too.
Love,
Janie
janiejunebug:
I don’t like me getting dizzy at the gym either. Dangerous. Not likely I could be dehydrated. Sugars could be another issue. AND my meds have that side effect. Seeing both doctors next week. Summer here is usually without rain (and over 40C). I remember the summer rains in Connecticut. Our last summer there, it rained most weekends. We hardly got in the pool.
I agree with Jon: all that rain is gonna bring awesome flowers. And we’re also having some very weird days (snow yesterday! Sun today!) and we’re expecting some more rains later this week.
Glad they found the source of the problem. Ugh I hate it when people just take their time to find what’s causing a problem. They obvs don’t LIVE with it.
XOXO
Sixpence Notthewiser:
Glad the plumbers were quick and pleasant. Condo association insurers have been great. I’m glad we don’t have snow but the rain sure has gotten old. Looks like we might have a respite for a couple of days.
I love the walkabout,especially with the clear skies for a change.
As for Dudo, yummy as ever!
Bob:
I’m waiting for more sun. Dudo is doing so well and they are both such sweethearts. Bossy sweethearts.
At least there was enough of a break in the rain to get some nice sunny pictures.
Kirk:
Yes. It was wonderful and needed.
I hadn’t stop to consider if St. Patricks Day is celebrated anywhere but the states. I hear tell for a while it wasn’t much of a holiday in Ireland other than mass and a family dinner.
Urspo:
Apparently, until the late 20th century, the kinds of celebrations we’re familiar with for St Patrick’s Day were much bigger in North America than elsewhere, although it was made an official Christian feast day in the 17th century. (I just looked it up.)
Rain, rain, rain! But, every site you show us really is a delight.
J Chabot:
And everything is so clean after all the rain.
Good that your ceiling/roof is being fixed….you don’t want to be rained on while taking a shower. !!
Beautiful photos. I love all the water, and those roses will be quite a show later in the year.
Frances
Frances:
I did worry the ceiling would cave in, but it really is just a small drip. Glad it will be fixed quickly. The gardens are going to be spectacular I think in a couple of weeks.
It should be a great year for those delightful cracked-olives, after a couple of years of crippling drought. With fewer British expats, this should be a different living experience.
David:
It’s an entirely different experience here. I would imagine the crops will be doing great this year, except for the orchards that are under water!
The gym, the pharmacy, and unloading and loading the dishwasher… that would be a good day’s work for me. Mustn’t over-exert lest I become muscle bound… 😂
wickedhamster:
Well, as you know, I have learned to live with being muscle bound. Hauling all those pills home puts me over the top.
the photo looks like G-d about the put life into Cat.
Urspo:
I’m confused.
OH, I figured out what you mean!