Three hours at the doctor’s today, then returned home to a visit from John, my across the street neighbor, who brought me a birthday cupcake. Met Blue at Viva Mexico only to find neither of us have recovered from this curse. We shared a meal and brought most of it home. After eating even that small amount, I was so sick by time I got home. Fell into bed with a couple of kitties as company only to hear a very faint trill. Could it be the doorbell on the gate?
Called out and no one answered. Went back to bed only to hear strains of music. Opened the front door to find Pasiano and family—his wife Patty with the hugest bouquet of flowers and Pasiano strumming the guitar. Ishamel, their six year old son, was singing along as they all sang “Las Mananitas.” I’d bought Pasiano the guitar, made in the guitar town pictured in “Coco.” He had said he wanted to learn the guitar and I kept asking him how he was doing. Since the entire song was sung to him strumming the strings without any notes fingered at all, I take it that he hasn’t taken lessons yet, but such a sweet gesture, and they were all giggling and so pleased with themselves.
. This is my third serenading since I’ve been in Mexico. The first was on my sixtieth birthday, the second on my seventieth and the third, today on my 71st. Such a lovely custom. Awakened by Yolanda’s family with flowers and a gift, flowers and a serenade by Pasiano’s family at the end of day. Nice birthday.
Now, to bed for the rest of my birthday. Had lab tests today and hope to find out tomorrow just what this is. Thanks for all the good wishes. Sure do like all y’all!!!