Ali put the dog bed up on top of a wooden chest while she was sweeping. She turned around a minute later to this.
Lowe and I hit the road one Saturday for San Juan del Rio a couple hours away, where a climbing contest was being held. It was held in a small open-air (couple open walls) climbing gym and had a pretty big turnout. I entered with the beginner’s group, while Lowe was up in the intermediates. We both climbed well, but didn’t win anything. Not understanding the point system didn’t do us any favors it turns out, though maybe it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.
Regardless, what better way is there to spend the day?
While this piece is maybe not my favorite mural, it was nice to see a group of artists hanging out here for a few nights working hard on it. You see this going on all over San Miguel. Both the city and homeowners donate their blank walls to arts organizations around town and they ensure that the art is high-quality work, creating a city-wide, outdoor art museum.
This little guy and the rest of his family took their first flights this week, tumbling out of the neighbor’s tree and into our courtyard. We found them inside the house a number of times, and then one afternoon heard all of the birds going nuts all at once. We went outside to find Za had hunted this one down. We got it away from her and carried it up into some bushes. It spent the rest of the day hopping around while its family squeaked out their encouragement. Fortunately, the next morning it had recovered enough to fly off.
In addition to birds, Za attacks the stream of water coming off the roof during a rainstorm with the same gusto.
Nobody wanted to camp this time around, but we did drive on up to La Joyita to hang out with friends for a while before hightailing it home to bed.
It really is pretty up there, and only about a 40 minute drive from home.
Unfortunately this guy is now part of the city’s art scene as well.
We don’t go out to “parties” very often, and when we do I usually get into a conversation with someone that inevitably starts with, “Hey, what happened to you at such-and-such a couple weeks ago? You were there, and then I turned around and you were gone.”
It’s not personal, it’s my Irish goodbye.
This night was a fundraiser. We circulated for a solid two hours, I’d say, bought a bunch of raffle tickets, then disappeared into the night.
We got a message the next morning that we’d won a prize for our efforts. That’s a perfect night out.
May 31st marks twenty-nine years of marriage.
Here we were the night before the wedding at the rehearsal dinner. Looking back, I’m not even sure we knew what our dreams or goals were. We had each other, and we had a lot of confidence that life would continue to go our way. Turns out we were right to be smiling.
