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*.

Loosening A Jar From The Nose Of A Bear

The Kid Brother is focused, which is another way of saying The Kid Brother is obsessive-compulsive and has a very difficult time changing his routine.

“Whadda YOU want?” he blurted when I phoned at 6:25. “I take my shower at 6:30!”
“You’re late!” he snaps, when I connect on Skype at 11:01 instead of 11:00. 
If I connect at 10:59, he mutters, “You’re early!”
Sundays during spring/summer, he plays softball in Central Park. So he visits my mother Saturdays and they have lunch together.
Saturdays during fall/winter, he bowls in a league. So he visits my mother Sundays and they have lunch together.

Three mornings per week he drops off his laundry at a nearby fluff-and-fold. They originally told him it would be ready by 4. So that’s when he picks it up. Not 4:15. Not 5. Four o’clock.

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MUSY, AS OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE AS HIS UNCLE.
HERE HE IMPATIENTLY AWAITS HIS AFTER-LUNCH TREAT. “IT’S 3:30!”

San Geraldo and I catered an 80th birthday bash for The Dowager Duchess (eight years ago). We included The Kid Brother as our co-host. The evening before, he told me he couldn’t come to the party because, “I got softball Sunday, ya know!”

The Dowager Duchess told him when he was 13 years old that chocolate wasn’t good for his skin. He’s now 55 and still doesn’t eat chocolate. Unless it’s white chocolate, which apparently doesn’t count.

Our sister Dale died in 1981 in Sheffield, England, when The Kid Brother was 21. We and our parents went to the hospice to say our good-byes. It was such an awful shock to see his big sister that way that he has refused to make a hospital visit ever since. Just being around someone who’s ill makes him very nervous. 
So, of course The Kid Brother wouldn’t visit the Dowager Duchess during the 7-1/2 weeks of her  hospital stay. I was pleased to be able to convince him to come to the apartment once she was home (before I came back to Spain). He only stayed briefly and then he and I went out for lunch. Having a stranger in the house (the home healthcare worker) threw him off.
Well, The Dowager Duchess is on her own again. After five weeks she, too, has had more than enough of a stranger in the house. So, now I’m trying to convince The Kid Brother that things are back to normal and he can return to his old routine. 
I just have to break him of his new routine. 
When I spoke with him Friday (to convince him to visit our mother on Saturday), he said, “Maybe in December.”
I have my work cut out for me. (But I’m hoping he’ll come around by this weekend.)
Meanwhile, I’m awfully pensive and unfocused lately. Maybe The Kid Brother’s routines wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
MUSY HAS ALSO BEEN VERY PENSIVE LATELY.
I LOVE THAT ELBOW.
For some reason, I woke up with this song in my head…