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We just returned from coffee and second breakfast at La Bandera. One of these days I’ll get photos of the staff there. I’d say they’re hired for their looks (man oh man), but they’re clearly also hired for their charm.
Elena is busily cleaning in air-conditioned comfort which I’m sure would be much more comfortable if she didn’t have to clean. I do plan to get back out of the house again this afternoon, if only briefly. I won’t push my luck in the extreme heat (as the weather service tells us in its daily severe warning).
We find the shadows when we’re out. It’s fun waiting in the shade of a tree with everyone else while we wait for the light to change 9 meters (30 feet) away. At some corners we have to hustle to get there before the light changes again.
San Geraldo’s burritos were excellent last night. He had never made them before and he says he will never make them again. Too many components. Too much work. Too much mess. I understand; there was certainly a huge mess to clean up. But they were SO good. And we have leftovers.
I spoke with The Kid Brother last night, by landline. He hadn’t paid his mobile bill. I asked if he got his money. “What money? You sent the money?” “No, Chuck, I can’t send you money. I’m asking about YOUR money. The money that goes into your bank account every month.” “Oh. I’ll have to check.” Still, he’s back to playing softball on Sundays in Central Park and is happy about that. I’m going to ask my doctor if I can have one little cocktail every now and then.
Acabamos de regresar de tomar café y un segundo desayuno en La Bandera. Algún día les sacaré fotos al personal. Diría que los contratan por su apariencia (¡ay, Dios mío!), pero claramente también por su encanto.
Elena está limpiando afanosamente en la comodidad del aire acondicionado, que seguro sería mucho más cómoda si no tuviera que limpiar. Planeo salir de casa esta tarde, aunque sea brevemente. No voy a tentar a la suerte con este calor extremo (como nos advierte el servicio meteorológico en su alerta diaria).
Buscamos la sombra cuando salimos. Es divertido esperar a la sombra de un árbol con todos mientras esperamos a que cambie la luz a 9 metros (30 pies) de distancia. En algunas esquinas tenemos que darnos prisa para llegar antes de que cambie la luz de nuevo.
Los burritos de San Geraldo estaban excelentes anoche. Nunca los había hecho antes y dice que nunca más los volverá a hacer. Demasiados ingredientes. Demasiado trabajo. Demasiado desorden. Lo entiendo; ciertamente había un gran desorden que limpiar. Pero estaban TAN buenos. Y nos sobró comida.
Hablé con El Hermanito anoche por teléfono fijo. No había pagado la factura del móvil. Le pregunté si había recibido su dinero. “¿Qué dinero? ¿Me enviaste el dinero?” “No, Chuck, no puedo enviarte dinero. Estoy preguntando por TU dinero. El dinero que entra en tu cuenta bancaria cada mes.” “Ah. Tendré que comprobarlo.” Aun así, ha vuelto a jugar al sóftbol los domingos en Central Park y está contento por ello. Voy a preguntarle a mi médico si puedo tomarme un copita de vez en cuando.
• Aquí viene el sol. Du-du-du-du.
• Mirando a través de una puerta de cristal y hierro forjado. No podía decidir cuál me gustaba más.
• Vista de la pared del vestíbulo de un edificio de apartamentos cercano.
• ¿Te acuerdas de este seto que podaron casi hasta la extenuación allá por abril? Está explotando.
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Making Tex-Mex is complicated and messy – kind of like eating it. But it is so good.
David:
Yes, when done well, it is so good!
Chuck has to actually take extra steps to pay his mobile bill? Why not have it debited directly from his account? My bills would always be late if I had to remember to pay them! 🙂
I’ll bet SG’s burritos were delicious.
Jennifer
Jennifer:
I think given Chuck’s situation, automatic payment is not a good idea. Besides, he hadn’t paid it because there was no money in the bank to do so. It’s never simple.
I make an EnchiLasagna casserole every so often and I put a lot of things in that so I know how SG feels!!
I think maybe you should be able to have a ChuckTail while talking with the KB.
Normally when you do those color-black-and-white photos I tend to gravitate more toward the B&W; but the colors, though muted, are so beautiful in the color photo that I like that one best!
Bob:
I always waffle when it comes to the color and black & white photos. If I drank WHILE talking to Chuck, I’d probably guzzle. But I love the idea of a ChuckTail!
Fabulous shadow photos as always, particularly the ones of the stairs!
Debra:
Art is everywhere.
I do like the golden light on the stairs. And I like the sculpted wall but then my attention was drawn to the pink streak. Is that on the wall or some sort of reflection? The butchered hedge…it has to be lantana. Lantana is the only thing I know that would sneer at any attempt to do it in.
ellen abbott:
That pink was a reflection from somewhere. The wall was at an angle so I couldn’t put the camera lens flush against the glass. The gardeners clearly knew the lantana would make a grand comeback.
Lovely photos, as always – and, like Bob, although I generally prefer monochrome, the golden colour is exquisite!
I reckon a G&T with loads of ice would help immensely in coping with a phone conversation with Chuck… Jx
Jon:
Ice-cold GT is exactly what I’m imagining.
Interesting ‘lobby wall’! I like it.
Now that ‘trimmed’ hedge……..looks like Ron’s work! He loves a good trim much to the initial dismay of many, till it starts growing back. Great looking hedge in all its redness.
Jim:
I’m with Ron. I love trimming things within an inch of their lives (knowing they’ll come back even stronger). You have to know what you’re trimming. We had a 70-year-old hedge in San Diego that I would do that too; it always made SG nervous.
Well, better one batch of burritos in a lifetime than none, I suppose. Glad there’s leftovers.
I believe that song is one of the most beautiful songs ever written and the recording is masterful.
Mary Moon:
I agree with you about that song. Perfection.
I have never made burritos, but I have made enchiladas. And they can be a bit labor intensive too, but I don’t think as much as a burrito. And as Ms. Moon said, at least you had SG’s burritos once!
Michael:
Yes, I can rest now knowing I’ve had SG’s burritos. Once!
That lobby wall is asking for rubbings to be made, like headstone rubbings.
I think a drink would be timely after a call with Chuck. Just sayin. Boud
Boud:
Those would be interesting rubbings!
Life 💐 from death 💀
Reminds me of a tree that was struck by lightning at my mother’s house. Eventually it started to regrow after it looked like a bomb hit it.
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Adam:
That tree must have been fascinating as it regrew.
You deserve that cocktail.
Kirk:
A pitcher!
I hope SB will reconsider about the burritos. Yes they are timely but oh so tasty.
Urspo:
No. I can understand SG not wanting to make them again. He’s got more important things to do with his time, like bake banana bread, which he did yesterday.