Clouds in my coffee / Nubes en mi café

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

I WOKE UP TO SUNSHINE at 8:30. I decided to face the day, so I had breakfast, did crossword puzzles, read blogs, treated the cats. But then clouds formed in my head; I was back in bed at noon for another hour.

It’s after 4 pm and I’m about to drag myself out the door. I have so many exciting things planned. I have to take down some recycling, drop off a bag at the charity shop, mail a postcard to The Kid Brother, and maybe even go for a little walk. I hope to not look again at any of the international news for the rest of the day. Although I can’t seem to look away.

Maybe it’s time to open that bottle of Málaga wine from Pedro and Kathleen and have a few drinks a day until it’s gone. (It’s only good for around five days once opened.) Screw the low tolerance for alcohol. Screw the diabetes. And since I’m screwing the diabetes, maybe whenever I’m tempted to read the news, I’ll instead have a piece of chocolate. And more Málaga wine.

Never mind. Maybe I’ll just go for another walk. But I haven’t ruled out wine and chocolate. The photo above is a pair of my earrings, both for one ear. What do you see when they’re opened?

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ME DESPERTÉ CON EL SOL a las 8:30. Decidí afrontar el día, así que desayuné, hice crucigramas, leí blogs, traté a los gatos. Pero luego se formaron nubes en mi cabeza; regresé a la cama al mediodía durante otra hora.

Son las 16:15 y estoy a punto de arrastrarme hacia la puerta. Tengo tantas cosas emocionantes planeadas. Tengo que retirar algo de reciclaje, dejar una bolsa en la tienda de caridad, enviar una postal a The Kid Brother y tal vez incluso dar un paseo. Espero no volver a mirar ninguna de las noticias internacionales durante el resto del día. Parece que no puedo apartar la mirada.

Tal vez sea hora de abrir esa botella de vino de Málaga de Pedro y Kathleen y tomar unas copas al día hasta que se acabe. (Solo es bueno durante unos cinco días una vez abierto). Al diablo con la baja tolerancia al alcohol. Al diablo con la diabetes. Y como me estoy jodiendo con la diabetes, tal vez cada vez que tenga la tentación de leer las noticias, en su lugar, me tome un trozo de chocolate. Y más vino malagueño.

No importa. Tal vez me limite a dar otro paseo. Pero no he descartado el vino y el chocolate. La foto de arriba es un par de mis pendientes, ambos para una oreja. ¿Qué ves en los que están abierto?

A Monarch Butterfly at the Port of Fuengirola.
Mariposa Monarca en el Puerto de Fuengirola.
Roses for San Geraldo. Just because.
Rosas para San Geraldo. Simplemente porque.
Dudo keeps me company — because I turned on the space heater (I have no heat in my office).
Dudo me hace compañía, porque encendí el calefactor (no tengo calefacción en mi oficina).
Still on the beach.
Todavía en la playa.
• A pillow My Mother the Dowager Duchess embroidered around 50 years ago. I patched some holes and had the zipper replaced and hand-washed it, but it’s now disintegrating. So off to the charity shop. Maybe someone creative will do something with it.
• Una almohada que Mi Madre La Duquesa Viuda bordaba hace unos 50 años. Reparé algunos agujeros, volví a poner la cremallera y la lavé a mano, pero ahora se está desintegrando. Así que vamos a la tienda benéfica. Quizás alguien creativo haga algo con él.

Eating Jamaican Black Cake With Ron

The first batch (of five) Jamaican Black Cakes are out of the oven. They get soaked in rum until, a) we think they’ve had enough or, b) we run out of rum.

We cut into the first cake because we had to test the batch and make sure it’s good enough to give to anyone else. My perfectly cut parchment paper bases did the trick. The cake is excellent.

I like the fact that “Rum” is “Ron” in Spanish. I’m just having some cake with Ron (even though my friend Ron lives in Nova Scotia).

Yesterday’s blog post inspired me to get the other box of holiday decorations out of the closet so I can display them all.

I haven’t done it yet, but at least I’m inspired.

Meanwhile, I thought I’d show you some more of the handmade ornaments I’ve already set out.

(Click the images… because they get bigger.)

LEFT: SOAKING UP THE RUM.
RIGHT: ALMOST IN NEED OF MORE RUM.
ENOUGH RUM.

One set of ornaments was created by dear old friends in Connecticut. They have two daughters and we all used to love to play Pictionary Junior together. As a going-away gift when we moved to San Diego, California, in 1993, Don and Bev, and Laura and Sarah each created an ornament from one of the Pictionary cards. We will forever cherish the gift and all the memories.

More of San Geraldo’s handiwork…

MADE FOR ME IN 1982.