On the day you’ve said good-bye to your good boy, happy hour isn’t happy at all. We managed him through escalating arthritis and kidney failure but in the end it was cancer. His slow but controlled decline turned into a catastrophic plummet seemingly overnight, his body wasting away right before our eyes. Tobes. Tobers. Toberto. […]
We seem to have discovered a very unexpected similarity between tracking credit card fraud and tracking our whereabouts.
We assessed the damage before making the trek to the nearest town to figure out how we could put an end to the problem. We secured sturdy bins, more traps, and peppermint rodent repellents.
A furry gray missile launched out of the box and towards my face. I flung the box away from me. It crashed to the ground, its contents scattering into the gravel, dirt, and weeds of the campsite. It was too late.
I call what we do “professional plate spinning.” We have a lot of crockery in the air and it takes substantial mental cycles to keep it all spinning. And when you spend nearly every minute of every day with your life partner because you work from home together, you communication skills have to be at their prime.
Ensenada is a tourist port so the locals generally speak English well. But Leslie was intent on speaking Spanish and not being a gringa tourist expecting conversations in English.