Okay, I know that I’ve occasionally been prone to using gadgets. Some might even say that it is an obsession. Medication might be called for. But hey, toys are one of the things that makes all the waiting in airport lounges and other various places in the world where waiting might be called for, livable. Paperbacks are for wimps.
We are winging our way to Mexico, hoping to buy in to the American dream of living somewhere other than America. l’m struggling with the handwriting recognition on my new Nokia N800 while dreaming of living the simple life sipping margaritas on the beach in Mexico. Okay, you can stop laughing now. No really, you can stop.
I’m reading a book called “On Mexican Time” about a writer and his wife who move to Mexico to escape Los Angeles. He writes at length about the friendly people and the uncomplicated life awaiting just south of the border. That’s for me. Just as soon as we sign the papers, pay the lawyer, the notary, and arrange for the monthly maintenance fees the simple life will be ours. Oh yeah, I have to remember about that Internet
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Still, the whole living in Mexico thing has a lot of appeal for those of us who have tired of the US life. The weather is here, l wish you were beautiful. lt’s all right out of a Jimmy Buffett song. Margaritas are only optional if your US doctor says they might conflict with your other medications.
So what as the appeal? I keep telling Liz that if she wants to relax me she need only mention this place. In spite of the ceaseless construction, the US retirees power walking by on the beach, and huge resort hotels, this place slows me down. That’s a good thing. I try to envision a future here and see only a hazy image. I think because looking into the future is optional – here you live for the moment.
So, for Liz and I, those moments are yet to come. In the future. A somewhat hazy one.