This house that looks down on La Mosca is rumored to be owned by Gloria Estaban.
This is La Mosca.
They have weird toys around here.
Yes that’s right. We took a special trip up the coast to visit an oceanside restaurant named “La Mosca” or “The Fly.” My friends went for the fresh fish, I went for the views but ended up coming home with a bonus..a tiny puppy that we named “Zoe” who will be coming home to San Juan Cosala with me tomorrow. She’s already had a number of adventures, as have we, being her companions. You will no doubt see more of her in the future. Luckily, there were more birds than flies at La Mosca.
Here is one video of Zoe at play. I’ll add another later. The best one I took, I forgot to turn the video recorder on!!! Of course.
I’ve already posted photos of the Roses of the desert and the bougainvillea, so this rudely-named flower is the only one left in the garden of the house where I’m staying this week, so sorry, bishops of the world, I was not responsible for the naming of this non-assuming flower.
Simple pleasures lack that “Gosh!” that goes with habits much more posh, so I renounce such simple things in favor of what richness brings. If your response to what I choose includes recital of what I’ll lose: sunsets, laughter, hand-held walks, peanut butter and midnight talks, then perhaps I’ll change my mind for pleasures of a simpler kind.
I’ve been over yonder and frankly I’m perplexed about how all the young ‘uns seem to be so under-sexed. Virtual reality makes real-time life a bore. Why bother with reality when you can live on lore?
Real life takes some gumption but virtual life’s a snap. Who needs real love with Kim Kardashian upon your lap? It seems that in the future perhaps all folks will live thusly, sitting watching screens to live their lives vicariously.
Your poetry’s great, both gripping and fragile— your style of delivery skillful and agile. Swathed in your gear both sexy and hip, you have the whole crowd within your cool grip.
Those reticent types who came thinking they’d jeer are slapping their knees and crying in their beer. Skillful at words and for sure in your prime, you’re our favorite reciter of meter and rhyme.
Sorry, my friends are making me walk on the beach, talk about writing, drink gin and tonics and play cards instead of posting my blogs!!! See you once they fall asleep. oxoxo J