internet en plein aire

This is our computer set up for now. Mr. C has carried the LapMac all over the house, indoors and out, to find the perfect spot for reception. He tried several places on the 3rd floor, two or three on the 2nd floor, including sitting on the end of our bed, and decided this is the best place. It's outside our bedroom in the corner of the walkway. There is a perfect shot across our lot to the top of the laundry shop in the next street where Javier installed the antenna. It's not a bad location, either. I can see the ocean, watch the squirrels race across the fence line and leap into the palm trees, and keep my eye on the passing crowd (not much). I asked Neighbor Nelson's advice on how to fix our connection. He's the one who set it up in the first place. His instructions indicated a level of comprehension on my part that is sorely lacking so we'll just make do until his computer wizard son arrives in a couple of weeks.

Meanwhile, the bells and rockets greet us every morning at 5:30 and bid us good-night at 10 PM, all in celebration of the Virgin. Winter tenants are beginning to arrive; three more yesterday. The clan is gathering for another season of the mad social whirl. I brought with me two big boxes of books that I am determined to get through, or at least make a considerable dent in. Finished last night "A Spot of Bother" by Mark Haddon, who also wrote the splendid "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time." This afternoon I am heading up to the hammock to finish "The Blind Contessa. . ."

Now it's time to rustle up some chilaquiles and cut into the pineapple Fernando and Chuy brought us. Then I'll think of something else non-taxing to do.