Sunday, January 28, 2007

6:30AM - Carrosserias in Mexico.
Have you ever heard of a "Taller de Carrosseria"? This is the name for a "body shop" in Mexico. [taller=shop] A carrosseria fixes you up when you smash up your car. These shops work with metal and fiberglass.

MsTioga has many things that she needs done. Some of these things are major items. To do these things in the USA, is cost prohibitive. For example, painting MsTioga in the USA might cost $4,000 for a one color job. In Mexico, the same paint job might be $1,000US.

One of the things that MsTioga needs, is a new roof. Her current roof is rubber [EPDM] and is 16 years old. MsTioga has been asking that her new roof be made from fiberglass. Everybody on The Team agrees that a fiberglass roof is a better idea than a rubber roof. A carrosseria could be used to install a new fiberglass roof.

Mr. Sunny has been asking for his solar battery bank to be moved from MsTioga's bedroom, to an outside compartment. There are six batteries in this bank, and they need to be regularly serviced. We want to use one of Joey Bed's slideouts for the new battery bank setup. Mounting the batteries in a slideout would make servicing easy. Also, the battery bank would be outside instead of inside. One of MsTioga's outside compartments would have to be modified to accept a Joey Bed slideout. A carrosseria would be able to do these modifications.

When Jorge drove into Hill Camp on the day we arrived in Santa Rosalia, he banged into the concrete water tank. That bang damaged MsTioga's right side. Another thing for a carrosseria to do!
The bang that needs repair.

12 Noon - Sunday is values day.
Reader Benyamin from New York City wrote a few weeks ago asking about Sunday values.
I noticed that you have been writing about your values most Sundays lately. In the past you did not write often about your values on Sunday. Why did you change?"

Benyamin is very observant! After making my new goal for my 69th year, I put the pedal to the metal with my values. My goal is to spend much of every Sunday thinking about my values.

On Sunday I do very little work. For example, in the garden I only use a leaf rake, no heavy duty tools. I do not work on the fence project on Sunday.

3PM - Efrain the water guy.
Efrain is my friend. He works for SAPA, the water company. Yesterday when Michel the photographer's camper banged into the huge water pipe as he was leaving Hill Camp, we followed Efrain to the carrosseria to get the bang repaired.

Efrain took a big chance taking off from his job to show us the way. Water management keeps a close eye on their men in the field thru 2-way radio. That is the kind of guy Efrain is! He took a chance for us.

When we leave Santa Rosalia to head south later this week, our first nite will be spent at Efrain's little rancho in San Luciano, a few miles south of here.
Our friend Efrain.

4PM - The curve ball.
I once had a job in the San Ramon, California. I was a salesman in 1989 for "Automated Systems", a small company that sold computer aided design [CAD] software and related hardware. I was the AutoCAD specialist.

In the morning I would join the millions on eastbay freeways. Often I gritted my teeth when the traffic backed up. I had to get to work on time! I never missed work. Work was my highest priority.

Then came the phone call. A doctor at the Veterans Hospital in the City of Martinez told me that my Uncle Joe was in bad shape. Perhaps I should come now.

All my thoughts about my job flew up in the air! I left work, and worried my way north to Martinez. I did not return to work for two months. Everything had changed.

I had received a curve ball in my life.
I would receive several curve balls in my life. I never got the picture right until after I was diagnosed with the biggest curve ball of all. In November, 2001, I found out that I had cancer.

Now I believe that my priorities are right-on-target. Every single blessed day I am living my life for the here-and-now, the now-of-time. And you know what? I am no longer ever lonely. I no longer dread the future. Never long for the past.

God has blessed me with understanding, and I am sooooooooooo grateful.

Jorge at Hill Camp.

5PM - Making supper with Victor looking on.
Supper tonite is gruper fish simmered in garlic butter. While I was cleaning the garlic, Victor was watching and trying to help. Victor is only seven years old, so it does not take him long to lose interest and begin to entertain himself.

Soon Victor was rolling around and falling off the bench seats onto the floor. I went to get Little Mavicito to take a pic, but when I returned, Victor had stopped playing. As soon as Victor saw me with Little Mavicito, he staged the pic below. I did not even say anything about him posing. He did it on his own.

Of course we cannot ever know the destiny of children for sure. But Victor is giving very strong clues that he will be a delightful, entertaining and highly intelligent adult.
Victor staged this show.

5:30PM - Presentation is everything.
When my friend Michel ate supper here a few evening's ago, we had the same food as I am preparing tonite for myself. However then, I poured the fish/garlic butter over a bed of rice.

Tonite I changed the presentation, and placed the fish with butter sauce in a separate plate. What a difference! The rice absorbed much of the fantastic flavor of the garlic when Michel was here. Next time, amigo mio, I will do better, OK?
Fish in butter/garlic.

Sundown - Jorge looking north.
We imagine that somewhere north, Michel is camping in some wonderful place. He is seeing a gorgeous sunset. The same sunset that Jorge and Little Mavicito see right now. Amazing!

Jorge at sundown.


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