Four days on Venus / Cuatro días en Venus

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

THE CHAIR HARDWARE ARRIVED FROM IKEA yesterday. We’re all very happy. The rugs were supposed to take four days to complete. Since Wednesday was 13 days (subtract two holidays and two weekends and it was still more than four days), I phoned the shop early that afternoon. I thought perhaps they were simply expecting us to show up. No, I was told, they’d be ready either Wednesday or Thursday and, yes, they would call me. Well, it’s Friday and still no rugs. If the owner had told us when we asked that it was going to take two months to fill our order, we would have said fine. But he told us four days. Maybe he meant four days on Venus, where one day is 5,832 hours.

At least the chair is now a real chair. I sat in it once yesterday. San Geraldo hasn’t had a turn. Dudo and Moose have taken it as their own and I think they’ve even written up a schedule because they haven’t had any problems sharing. I wonder if we can get slotted in.

We had dinner with Tynan and Elena last night at Mesón Salvador (two dinners out in one week). I had an exceptional salad — goat cheese, lettuce, spinach, walnuts, raisins. It was my first time and it won’t be my last. Delicious! San Geraldo and I shared a slice of cheesecake. We finished with our Pionono chupitos (shots). Lolo and Adrian made us feel loved.

I had a great walk yesterday afternoon, and I caught an excellent example of Fuengirola fashion (I suppose it should be called Fuengirola Foreigners Fashion). Today was English lesson with Jesica. She’s doing amazingly well, and I’m learning lots of new Spanish words.

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LOS TORNILLOS DE LA SILLA llegó de IKEA ayer. Estamos todos muy felices. Se suponía que las alfombras tardarían cuatro días en completarse. Como el miércoles eran 13 días (reste dos días festivos y dos fines de semana y todavía eran más de cuatro días), llamé a la tienda temprano esa tarde. Pensé que quizás simplemente estaban esperando que nos presentáramos. No, me dijeron, estarían listos el miércoles o el jueves y, sí, me llamarían. Bueno, es viernes y todavía no hay alfombras. Si el propietario nos hubiera dicho cuando le preguntamos que tomaría dos meses completar nuestro pedido, habríamos dicho que estaba bien. Pero nos dijo cuatro días. Quizás se refería a cuatro días en Venus, donde un día son 5.832 horas.

Al menos la silla ahora es una silla real. Me senté en ella una vez ayer. No creo que San Geraldo haya tenido un giro. Dudo y Moose lo han tomado como propio y creo que incluso han escrito un horario porque no han tenido ningún problema para compartir. Me pregunto si podemos ubicarnos.

Cenamos con Tynan y Elena anoche en Mesón Salvador (dos cenas en una semana). Comí una ensalada excepcional: queso de cabra, lechuga, espinaca, nueces, pasas. Fue mi primera vez y no será la última. ¡Delicioso! San Geraldo y yo compartimos una pieza de tarta de queso. Terminamos con nuestros chupitos de Pionono. Lolo y Adrian nos hicieron sentir amados.

Ayer por la tarde tuve un gran paseo, y pude ver un excelente ejemplo de la moda de Fuengirola (supongo que debería llamarse Moda de Extranjeros de Fuengirola). Hoy fue una lección de inglés con Jesica. Lo está haciendo increíblemente bien y estoy aprendiendo muchas palabras nuevas en español.

Love from Lolo. / Amor de Lolo.
Love from Adrian. / Amor de Adrian.

Things that make you go hmmm… / Cosas que te hacen hmmm…

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

THESE ARE JUST A FEW random sights (sightings) that made me smile this week. I hope they do the same for you.

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ESTAS SON SOLO ALGUNAS VISTAS (avistamientos) que me hicieron sonreír esta semana. Espero que hagan lo mismo por ti.

As Mrs. Lovett said in Sweeny Todd: “Me in a nice navy. You in stripes, perhaps.”
Como dijo la Sra. Lovett en Sweeny Todd: “Yo en un lindo azul marino. Usted en rayas, tal vez. “
Does anyone really care that one leg of his shorts is shorter than the other?
¿A alguien le importa que una pierna de sus pantalones cortos sea más corta que la otra?
Really. Do you care?
Seriamente. ¿Te importa?
I loved how the arc of the flag aligned with the beach umbrella.
Me encantó cómo el arco de la bandera se alineaba con la sombrilla.
This entire scene just struck me as funny. Maybe it’s the merman.
Toda esta escena me pareció graciosa. Tal vez es el tritón.
In the middle of town.
En el medio de la ciudad.
And to get a rise out of Mistress Maddie (click here) — although these aren’t even real Crocs.
Y para obtener un aumento de Mistress Maddie (haz clic aquí), aunque estos ni siquiera son Crocs reales.

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Lockdown Day 39: Like Pulling Teeth / Encierro Día 39: Hay Que Sacarle las Palabras con Sacacorchos

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I SPOKE WITH THE KID Brother last night. Some conversations are, surprisingly, pleasant. Some are, unfortunately, not so pleasant. And at other times, having a conversation with The Kid Brother is like pulling teeth. [NOTE: A literal translation of this is not used in Spanish. The eqiuvalent in Spanish might be que sacarle las palabras con sacacorchos (you have to get the words out with a corkscrew).]

Last night went like this. “How’s the weather today, Chuck?”

“Nice.”

“Have you been outside?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you go shopping in your neighborhood?”

“Yeah. And then it rained!” That was the longest sentence he spoke.

“Did you already have dinner?” [it was 4 in the afternoon]

“I had it.”

“What did you have?”

“Something I had.”

I told him some stories about what we’ve been up to and how I also got caught in the rain. Everything I said received a grunt in response.

But he’s “fine.” Work is “fine.” The store is “busy.” (But that’s “fine.”) People in New York are “good.” And he’s up “early.”

So let’s look at some other things (mostly long before lockdown) that also have me shaking my head. Click and they get bigger.

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ANOCHE HABLÉ CON EL HERMANITO. Algunas conversaciones son, sorprendentemente, agradables. Algunos, desafortunadamente, no son tan agradables. Y en otras ocasiones, tener una conversación con El Hermanito y puede ser que sacar las palabras con sacacorchos. [NOTA: Una traducción literal en inglés es como sacar las muelas.].

Anoche fue así. “¿Cómo está el clima hoy, Chuck?”

“Bien.”

“¿Has estado afuera?”

“Si.”

“¿Fuiste de compras a tu vecindario?”

“Estaba fuera y luego llovió!” Esa fue la oración más larga que pronunció.

Luego le conté algunas historias sobre lo que hemos estado haciendo y cómo también me pilló bajo la lluvia. Todo lo que dije recibió un gruñido en respuesta.

Pero él está “bien”. El trabajo está “bien”. La tienda está “ocupada”. (Pero eso está “bien”). La gente en Nueva York está “bien”. Y se levanta “temprano”.

Así que echemos un vistazo a otras cosas (principalmente antes del encierro) que también me dejaron sacudiendo la cabeza. Haz clic y se hacen más grandes.

A Dowager Duchess Don’t

In 1987 when we were living in Southern Connecticut, San Geraldo had a business trip to San Francisco. I was going with him. It was three months after my father’s death and My Mother The Dowager Duchess was about to turn 60. So we invited her along.

My mother and I sat next to each other on the plane. San Geraldo was one row back. As boarding continued, a very attractive woman came through the door and walked down the aisle toward us. She had red hair and was dressed in teal blue from head to toe.

As the woman approached, The Duchess commented in a stage whisper, “How beautiful.”

We hadn’t noticed that behind her was a little boy. He also had red hair and was dressed entirely in teal blue.

The Duchess stage-whispered, “Cute.”

A moment later, an extremely large man came lumbering down the aisle. He had red hair and also wore teal blue, top to bottom. A matched set.

The Duchess harrumphed, “Well that’s just a bit too much!”

CLICK THE IMAGE AND DECIDE WHAT WORKS FOR YOU.
AND DON’T WORRY WHAT THE DUCHESS MIGHT HAVE  SAID.
SHE HAD A TEAL BLUE “JOGGING SUIT.” SHE DIDN’T JOG.

Because I’m tacky…

Costa Winter Fashion

Rational people are bundled up here on the Costa del Sol. It’s winter, you know. Today didn’t get above 15C (61F) with a low of 13C (55F) and that doesn’t account for the combination of high humidity and wind chill. San Geraldo’s cyclonic winds were out in force. It’s expected to go as low as 10C (50F) tonight. Fortunately, the wind has died down. So the real feel shouldn’t dip much lower than about 8C (46F).

You can always tell the tourists from the locals around here. I was kept just barely warm in my fleece-lined, hooded sweatshirt (and my scarf), while others walked by the cafe this morning in shorts and T-shirts.

Today’s fashionable photos were collected throughout November and December. The only one taken in today’s chill was the one at upper right. You’ll notice the guy had his hands in his pockets to keep warm, and the woman with him had goose bumps (well, she must have). (And that’s a walking stick reaching to the ground from the left leg of his shorts… or at least I think it is.)

We’re heading out for dinner shortly. Excuse me while I unpack my long underwear and down-filled parka.

GO AHEAD, CLICK THE PIC.

In case my recent choices of music haven’t clued you in, this has been a season of melancholy and too much self-reflection at our house.


“Time, time, time, see what’s become of me.”