The weather is definitely changing around here, (no, I’m not talking about mi ninas’ constantly altering moods!) I mean, that spring really is in the air, and I, for one, am excited! I can sniff out a good “planting day” with the best of them. We had a guy come by the house today who wanted to know if we needed our lawn mowed. Uhh, let’s see, I’ve been using a machete to get through our backyard to my garden for weeks now! Seriously though, Juan and I are not used to this grass thing. For years until now, we would carefully tend our beautiful yard of multi-colored stones that also had a few splashes of flagstone and a struggling shrub or two. Hey, it may have been a rock garden, but maintenance wise, let me tell you, it was a pinch. Those rocks don’t grow near as fast as this grass, even when we did get a couple inches of rain!
Anyway, so this nice Hispanic gentleman helped to meet our need. So, the yard looks fantastic, and smells like my farm raisin’ (childhood), I looovvvveee it! He also was available to help with my obviously-less-than-clean enough house, as he indicated at the end while I was paying him, by holding up a business card for house cleaning. I smiled politely, thanking him for noticing mi casa’s mess, and saying sorry, but we didn’t have the money for it. He laughed sarcastically, waving his hand, indicating the house, and saying, right, ok, you don’t have the money! I just thanked him again and sent him on his way, smiling to myself as I thought about my Hispanic friend’s earlier comment. “Yeah, he was so excited when he got here, thinking, oooh, a gringa with money. Then he realized, oh, a gringa with a Mexican husband.” We both laughed. It takes a Mexican to know a Mexican. (it’s a cultural joke among the Hispanics, for those new to this culture – Mexican guys generally [disclaimer] can be tight with money.) Maybe you had to be there for that one to be funny!
The girls just got off the bus, so I’m going to get off of here before they raid the pantry. By themselves, I mean. They’re not allowed to leave me out of that! Besides, Bella has something really important to tattle …I mean, tell me about. She had half the accusation out of her mouth the second the front door swung open, I mean, the girl’s timing is impeccable. I swear, she’s got the whole thing so immaculately planned, that she knows it will take her exactly twenty-two point four seconds to make a full statement before I rudely cut her off, so she watches carefully as the doorknob twitches…go, its opening!!! Ahhh, I do, I do love my life! Til’ next time…
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