Equal or unequal, we look to see,
then we judge other's with plea.
Many voices rise, both loud and soft.
Should we listen in times of wroht?
Or turn them off, never to be raised,
voice's at times, that should be praised.
Offen we hear, only that we want to be,
while others listen and are set free.
Some are slight, while others tall;
our physical bodies mean little at all.
Our skin tone is different, some say with glee;
are we so different you and me?
Bereft of sight, some will see.
For some sighted, this shall never be.
Many are in bondage, while others walk free.
Some dream of walking, others dance with glee.
Many are locked within their minds;
medicine perhaps, there fetters to unbind.
We don't look or act the same;
perhaps our DNA is to blame.
We are different; you and me,
which I believe sets us free.
Remember God only gives us a certain number of days, I don't plan on wasting the one I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
Friday, October 21, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Am I a creative person?
Creativity for me comes when I am manic. You see I have been Manic - Depressive since my early teen years. About 20 years ago I tried my luck at writing a song. It was country. As it turned out I co-wrote one other. Never really thought much about writing until one afternoon I stopped by a friend's house.
Doug was in the yard, is this starting to sound like a country song? He said he was writing a song. I said "that's not very good". Doug and I tell each other how it is. He stated that if I thought I was a song writer, have at it. Doug Schnorr is the kind of guy, whatever he touches turns out better.
I started writing my first song. Doug said "that's a good song". I said "yea I know". He said where did that come from? Now at this point (not wanting to lie) I LIED and said "oh I don't know". He said do you have any more? I said "maybe".
You see friends, my mother did not raise the brightest boy in Childersburg, Alabama, but I did go to AUBURN "WAR EAGLE" Sensing a business opportunity, we agreed to write more songs. Doug and I co-wrote another.
Please understand, when it comes to music. I would not know a treble from a cleft note if they ran over me in the middle of the street. I have no musical ability. I made a D+ in Mrs. Butts flutophone class in the fifth grade, and was happy I didn't fail.
Doug writes, composes, and produces music. I am a lyricist, a person who writes words for songs. I have learned over the years the best lyricists are good story tellers. With music today you have 3, maybe 4 minutes. This isn't the Beatles' "Hey Jude" 12 minutes.
As things turned out I filed with BMI (Broadcast Music Incorporated). Received royalties, it was kind of fun.
Over the last number of years my efforts have turned to books. I have finished one book. Where do the Tumbleweeds go? This is for children from the age of about 4 to 9 years. No it's not on the shelves yet. The art work is yet to be completed. The next one. What can You see When You're Three Foot Three? Is almost finished. A book for the same age group. Same art problem.
The other two children's book series are a collection of stories which I shared with my son from the age of about 3 until the age of 12, at which time he informed me that he was to old to be told a story in bed. The reason for the characters I created, is that Drew had some learning difficulties from the time he came to us on (9-25-90. Book series number 3 is Robert the One-Winged Horsefly. You see Robert has only one wing, which causes him to fly side ways. Book series 4 is Herman the Left-Turn Worm, here again, Herman can only turn left, so he ends up in some funny places. Both have many friends. Four children's books. Maybe that's enough.
May I add, that through a great deal of hard work Drew finished high school in 2009. Yes, Drew is our adopted son. Matter of fact he reach his 21st birthday on Monday 8-22-2011. What a blessing God brought to our lives.
The last book I have started is my novel, East of Flagpole Mountain. The story of a boy growing up in rural Talladega County, Alabama. The chapters are all fleshed out, some are started and all have their titles. Someone once said, there is a novel in all of us, we will see.
Remember God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
Doug was in the yard, is this starting to sound like a country song? He said he was writing a song. I said "that's not very good". Doug and I tell each other how it is. He stated that if I thought I was a song writer, have at it. Doug Schnorr is the kind of guy, whatever he touches turns out better.
I started writing my first song. Doug said "that's a good song". I said "yea I know". He said where did that come from? Now at this point (not wanting to lie) I LIED and said "oh I don't know". He said do you have any more? I said "maybe".
You see friends, my mother did not raise the brightest boy in Childersburg, Alabama, but I did go to AUBURN "WAR EAGLE" Sensing a business opportunity, we agreed to write more songs. Doug and I co-wrote another.
Please understand, when it comes to music. I would not know a treble from a cleft note if they ran over me in the middle of the street. I have no musical ability. I made a D+ in Mrs. Butts flutophone class in the fifth grade, and was happy I didn't fail.
Doug writes, composes, and produces music. I am a lyricist, a person who writes words for songs. I have learned over the years the best lyricists are good story tellers. With music today you have 3, maybe 4 minutes. This isn't the Beatles' "Hey Jude" 12 minutes.
As things turned out I filed with BMI (Broadcast Music Incorporated). Received royalties, it was kind of fun.
Over the last number of years my efforts have turned to books. I have finished one book. Where do the Tumbleweeds go? This is for children from the age of about 4 to 9 years. No it's not on the shelves yet. The art work is yet to be completed. The next one. What can You see When You're Three Foot Three? Is almost finished. A book for the same age group. Same art problem.
The other two children's book series are a collection of stories which I shared with my son from the age of about 3 until the age of 12, at which time he informed me that he was to old to be told a story in bed. The reason for the characters I created, is that Drew had some learning difficulties from the time he came to us on (9-25-90. Book series number 3 is Robert the One-Winged Horsefly. You see Robert has only one wing, which causes him to fly side ways. Book series 4 is Herman the Left-Turn Worm, here again, Herman can only turn left, so he ends up in some funny places. Both have many friends. Four children's books. Maybe that's enough.
May I add, that through a great deal of hard work Drew finished high school in 2009. Yes, Drew is our adopted son. Matter of fact he reach his 21st birthday on Monday 8-22-2011. What a blessing God brought to our lives.
The last book I have started is my novel, East of Flagpole Mountain. The story of a boy growing up in rural Talladega County, Alabama. The chapters are all fleshed out, some are started and all have their titles. Someone once said, there is a novel in all of us, we will see.
Remember God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
Monday, October 17, 2011
Off to the Mexican Dentista
Two new porcelain over metal crowns including X rays for a grand total of $750.00 no way! My last two US crowns cost $4,000.00 and did not include X rays. As I walk into the Dentist's office I see the clean white walls with the pictures of whales swimming in the ocean and lovely blonde furniture with matching wood trim and doors. Hanging on the wall was a beautiful chrome and white clock which showed perfect time. The young lady at the front desk spoke English with no accent. I inquired as to how she came to speak the Queen's language so well. She replied that she had studied English since kindergarten.
This is not my first rodeo. There is something rotten in Denmark and I going to find it. The price is tooo low. Off to the room with the reclining chair. Maybe I am on to something. Let's see; standard chair, runs up and down, leans forward and back. After placing the napkin around my neck, and safety glasses on my eyes. I start to notice every one except me is wearing a face mask. Hello, people, I don't have the plague. Then a face mask might create a problamo for the dentista. I am given not only a pillow for my head but one for my lower back. I'm starting to like this.
OK, on the left is the spit bowl. Question, why does the spit bowl not have running water in it anymore, is it something to do with the EPA? I remember when I was a kid the spit bowl had water whizzing around. As you can see I am easily entertained. Continuing on the left, three devices, one to suck, one to blow, one to spray. On to the right, this is where the really dangerous stuff resides, five items with long hoses attached.
Standard dental light with 22 baffles in the reflector, 30 2x2' ceiling squares. I started to count the holes in the ceiling tile but gave up at one thousand six hundred three. It's better than thinking about that high speed whine. But, it's not like I am going anywhere, might as well count things. Over to the blinds which are closed. Maybe they don't won't the outside world knowing what they are doing to me.
Upper and lower cabinets all white, with the obligatory stainless pull knobs. Speaking of the upper cabinets, whats up there? I have never in my 67 plus years seen them opened at any dentist office. My theory is that is where HOPE resides in Pandora's Box. If you have an opportunity you might open one of the upper cabinets when they aren't looking. If you find Pandora's Box you are own your own.
I digress.
Ever wonder what the Dentists and their assistant are doing behind you? It must be something nefarious ... otherwise, why would they be hiding back there. Just a thought. Since I am laying on my back might as well check, no there are no spider webs in the ceiling corners. Boy was I bored until the reason for my being where I was came back to me in a hurry. We seem to be getting down to what is euphemistically called the "real nitty-gritty," or the Novocaine may be getting a little low. Either that, are we are close to end.
All the work was coming to a nice conclusion when it came to me. The reason for the $ 3,250.00 difference in two crowns in the US and Mexico was I did not get a movie. I was so looking forward to seeing The Horse Whisperer again. I was sorely disappointed but, I suppose I have $3,250.00 good reasons to console myself. As I started this conversation I said "NO WAY". I suppose the correct answer is "WAY".
Remember God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
This is not my first rodeo. There is something rotten in Denmark and I going to find it. The price is tooo low. Off to the room with the reclining chair. Maybe I am on to something. Let's see; standard chair, runs up and down, leans forward and back. After placing the napkin around my neck, and safety glasses on my eyes. I start to notice every one except me is wearing a face mask. Hello, people, I don't have the plague. Then a face mask might create a problamo for the dentista. I am given not only a pillow for my head but one for my lower back. I'm starting to like this.
OK, on the left is the spit bowl. Question, why does the spit bowl not have running water in it anymore, is it something to do with the EPA? I remember when I was a kid the spit bowl had water whizzing around. As you can see I am easily entertained. Continuing on the left, three devices, one to suck, one to blow, one to spray. On to the right, this is where the really dangerous stuff resides, five items with long hoses attached.
Standard dental light with 22 baffles in the reflector, 30 2x2' ceiling squares. I started to count the holes in the ceiling tile but gave up at one thousand six hundred three. It's better than thinking about that high speed whine. But, it's not like I am going anywhere, might as well count things. Over to the blinds which are closed. Maybe they don't won't the outside world knowing what they are doing to me.
Upper and lower cabinets all white, with the obligatory stainless pull knobs. Speaking of the upper cabinets, whats up there? I have never in my 67 plus years seen them opened at any dentist office. My theory is that is where HOPE resides in Pandora's Box. If you have an opportunity you might open one of the upper cabinets when they aren't looking. If you find Pandora's Box you are own your own.
I digress.
Ever wonder what the Dentists and their assistant are doing behind you? It must be something nefarious ... otherwise, why would they be hiding back there. Just a thought. Since I am laying on my back might as well check, no there are no spider webs in the ceiling corners. Boy was I bored until the reason for my being where I was came back to me in a hurry. We seem to be getting down to what is euphemistically called the "real nitty-gritty," or the Novocaine may be getting a little low. Either that, are we are close to end.
All the work was coming to a nice conclusion when it came to me. The reason for the $ 3,250.00 difference in two crowns in the US and Mexico was I did not get a movie. I was so looking forward to seeing The Horse Whisperer again. I was sorely disappointed but, I suppose I have $3,250.00 good reasons to console myself. As I started this conversation I said "NO WAY". I suppose the correct answer is "WAY".
Remember God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
Monday, October 10, 2011
I Thought Retirement Meant Less Work
Living in Mexico takes a little more effort. What does a "little more effort" mean? It means there are many little things that one must do on a daily basis that one just doesn't usually encounter north of the border.
Kay and I open the house in the morning. Which consist of opening a number of doors, and windows throughout the house while making sure the screens are closed. The house is nether heated or air conditioned as most homes in this part of Mexico. Therefore, one must ensure the best air flow through the day. If it starts to rain, some of the aforementioned chores must be reversed. Since the house is two stories plus a mirador, that's a fair amount of up and down the stairs; three flights to be exact.
The kitchen is medium, but has no dishwasher or ice maker, yes I spill water on the floor each time I fill the trays. Dishes and utensils, must be allowed to air dry, because thry are washed and rinsed in non-potable water. I am told this process will not make the dishes sterile, but acceptable and won't make us sick (remember Montezuma?). We do not have a house hold water purifier.
For some reason the upper cabinets in the kitchen are set at 24" above the counter tops which makes it impossible for Kay to reach the upper shelves without a stool. Since Mexican people are not known to be tall, I am somewhat puzzled by this. The stove is gas, which is fine. However, the temperature in the oven is difficult to regulate. There is no temperature displayed on the knob; simply, low, medium and high. I think it is simply a quality issue, or this is how ovens are made in Mexico. Bettye brought an oven thermometer with her when she came. We still cannot accurately regulate the oven temperature.
The laundry has both washer and drier. After setting controls, both have to be started by a switch on the machines. The drier has a 110-volt element which takes longer than an American dryer. Plus a Mexican Maytag, a sink/wash board combination. Many Mexican women have washers, but just do not see the need for a dryer since the sun/wind will do the same in less time ... and cheaper.
The house water is gravity fed, from a storage tank on the roof. You have a pump which delivers water to the roof from a cistern in the ground. It operates through a float switch when the roof tank needs filling. The only major draw back to gravity fed water is if you are enjoying a shower and some one decides to flush the toilet. Yikes! The water temperature changes in a hurry ... and not for the better. One can have a pressurized water system. This increases the cost to build, plus a pressurized water system increases the electric bill. There is what is fondly (or unfondly) referred to as the "death penalty clause" in the electric company's billing. You do not want those rates. However, we've learned that you have to have a pretty big house and a lot of electric use in order to have to pay those rates. I think we may be safe on those counts.
In order to have potable drinking water, we make two trips to Walmart every month for 4 5-gallon bottles of drinking water, twenty gallons each time, at a cost of $16.00 per trip. That little feat means that you get to haul eight 5 gallon bottles of water weighting 40 lbs each out to the car, then home and into the house. No wonder I am loosing weight! Did I share with you that at least 10 gallons (2 bottles) are needed on the second floor each month? The water that's delivered to the second floor then must be pumped in to a pitcher for transport to the separate bath rooms as needed. If all this seem a little much, remember Mexicans don't drink water from the tap. Actually, nobody drinks water from the tap unless they pay for a water purification system.
The ceiling fan/light combinations must be adjusted as the needs arise for air flow and light during both day and night. There are some three-way switches in this house, but not like the US, so there is more walking to accomplish the levels needed. Even though we have screens there is a need to kill more flies, than back home. Those buggers get in the house somehow! We have a fly swatter in every room.
During the rainy months we do not have to water, otherwise there are plants and flowers to water both in and out. There are sprinkler systems around but not many. Here in San Antiono Tlayacapan the flora grows spring, summer, fall, and winter; which requires a great deal of clipping, pruning and hauling to the trash. The front terrace (of the casa) must be swept each day. I don't know why, it's what Mexican women do each morning. So I do the same (I think I may have the roles reversed, or maybe I'm the gardener, which are usually men).
Mexico is, for the most part, a cash society, however that is changing. One is constantly thinking, do I have enough cash to do what I need to do? Some bank ATMs will let you have 3000 Pesos, that's around $225.00 at a rate of 13.25 peso to the dollar; some only 1500 pesos. That seems like a fare amount of cash, right? Think about it. $100.00 at the food store, $50.00 for car gas, lunch out $12.00. We have yet to cover the doctor, dentist, meds, oil changes, car washes, movies, church contribution, etc.
If it sound like I am complaining, please forgive. Kay and I are enjoying our new life here in Mexico. I have always enjoyed living in different cultures, and we now have an opportunity to learn from some of the most kind gentle people I have ever met here "Lakeside" at Lake Chapala in the state of Jalisco, Mexico.
Remember, God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
Kay and I open the house in the morning. Which consist of opening a number of doors, and windows throughout the house while making sure the screens are closed. The house is nether heated or air conditioned as most homes in this part of Mexico. Therefore, one must ensure the best air flow through the day. If it starts to rain, some of the aforementioned chores must be reversed. Since the house is two stories plus a mirador, that's a fair amount of up and down the stairs; three flights to be exact.
The kitchen is medium, but has no dishwasher or ice maker, yes I spill water on the floor each time I fill the trays. Dishes and utensils, must be allowed to air dry, because thry are washed and rinsed in non-potable water. I am told this process will not make the dishes sterile, but acceptable and won't make us sick (remember Montezuma?). We do not have a house hold water purifier.
For some reason the upper cabinets in the kitchen are set at 24" above the counter tops which makes it impossible for Kay to reach the upper shelves without a stool. Since Mexican people are not known to be tall, I am somewhat puzzled by this. The stove is gas, which is fine. However, the temperature in the oven is difficult to regulate. There is no temperature displayed on the knob; simply, low, medium and high. I think it is simply a quality issue, or this is how ovens are made in Mexico. Bettye brought an oven thermometer with her when she came. We still cannot accurately regulate the oven temperature.
The laundry has both washer and drier. After setting controls, both have to be started by a switch on the machines. The drier has a 110-volt element which takes longer than an American dryer. Plus a Mexican Maytag, a sink/wash board combination. Many Mexican women have washers, but just do not see the need for a dryer since the sun/wind will do the same in less time ... and cheaper.
The house water is gravity fed, from a storage tank on the roof. You have a pump which delivers water to the roof from a cistern in the ground. It operates through a float switch when the roof tank needs filling. The only major draw back to gravity fed water is if you are enjoying a shower and some one decides to flush the toilet. Yikes! The water temperature changes in a hurry ... and not for the better. One can have a pressurized water system. This increases the cost to build, plus a pressurized water system increases the electric bill. There is what is fondly (or unfondly) referred to as the "death penalty clause" in the electric company's billing. You do not want those rates. However, we've learned that you have to have a pretty big house and a lot of electric use in order to have to pay those rates. I think we may be safe on those counts.
In order to have potable drinking water, we make two trips to Walmart every month for 4 5-gallon bottles of drinking water, twenty gallons each time, at a cost of $16.00 per trip. That little feat means that you get to haul eight 5 gallon bottles of water weighting 40 lbs each out to the car, then home and into the house. No wonder I am loosing weight! Did I share with you that at least 10 gallons (2 bottles) are needed on the second floor each month? The water that's delivered to the second floor then must be pumped in to a pitcher for transport to the separate bath rooms as needed. If all this seem a little much, remember Mexicans don't drink water from the tap. Actually, nobody drinks water from the tap unless they pay for a water purification system.
The ceiling fan/light combinations must be adjusted as the needs arise for air flow and light during both day and night. There are some three-way switches in this house, but not like the US, so there is more walking to accomplish the levels needed. Even though we have screens there is a need to kill more flies, than back home. Those buggers get in the house somehow! We have a fly swatter in every room.
During the rainy months we do not have to water, otherwise there are plants and flowers to water both in and out. There are sprinkler systems around but not many. Here in San Antiono Tlayacapan the flora grows spring, summer, fall, and winter; which requires a great deal of clipping, pruning and hauling to the trash. The front terrace (of the casa) must be swept each day. I don't know why, it's what Mexican women do each morning. So I do the same (I think I may have the roles reversed, or maybe I'm the gardener, which are usually men).
Mexico is, for the most part, a cash society, however that is changing. One is constantly thinking, do I have enough cash to do what I need to do? Some bank ATMs will let you have 3000 Pesos, that's around $225.00 at a rate of 13.25 peso to the dollar; some only 1500 pesos. That seems like a fare amount of cash, right? Think about it. $100.00 at the food store, $50.00 for car gas, lunch out $12.00. We have yet to cover the doctor, dentist, meds, oil changes, car washes, movies, church contribution, etc.
If it sound like I am complaining, please forgive. Kay and I are enjoying our new life here in Mexico. I have always enjoyed living in different cultures, and we now have an opportunity to learn from some of the most kind gentle people I have ever met here "Lakeside" at Lake Chapala in the state of Jalisco, Mexico.
Remember, God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The Lime Tree
Lets see limes, hum, OK I have seen them in California, Florida, even here in Mexico there no big deal right? Wrong! I had made it 67 1/2 years without a lime tree. I did not even know I needed one until the lady (my radishing or is it ravishing bride) the one who hits me in the head at night when I snore too loud, told me, we could not live without one.
So it's off to the tiengue ("tee ANG ee" open market) we go here in Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico. Not studying Horticulture in college, I decided on a nice six footer. Lots of leaves, a number of real-to-goodness limes hanging from it's limbs. Plus many flowers which will turn into, with luck, you guessed it -- limes. The whole thing all green. Well the leaves were green the trunk was a shade of grey green.
My first limes, I was so proud. No, I don't mean like the first time I saw my first born, but close. Well off to get our Toyota Venza, that red v6 awd wonder. I knew the day I bought the Venza, a day would come when I would be hauling things in it, little did I know it would be a lime tree.
One of the first things one learns (for me the hard way) about a lime tree is that it has THORNS. No we are not talking pricks or small sticks. This hummer has thorns that will put a rose bush to shame. Not being armed with the aforementioned knowledge I proceed to take the lime tree from the nice fellow who is selling them out of the back of his green pickup truck.
Now, not wanting to let the lime tree salesman know that I am complete idiot when it comes to the physical property's of lime trees, I smile as the pain I am feeling in my hand plus the thorns which had stabbed me in the fore head. I make hasty retreat. Heading for the Venza before I bleed to death.
What a deal, lets see $150 pesos for the tree, and other $300 pesos for the three foot high by three foot wide pot, plus $50 pesos for fill dirt, $100 pesos for fertilizer, and the $50 pesos to Francisco and his friend to haul it up to the mirador and re-pot it for me. I am out a total of $650 pesos for a lime tree I did not know I even needed. That's about $60 USD at that day's exchange rate. At present, the tree has a total of 6 limes, plus twenty blooms. Understand, the blooms should turn in to limes if I can get the bugs to leave them alone.
I pulled one of the largest limes yesterday, well not exactly pulled, you see I was messing with it and it came off in my hand. Guess it was ripe. Down to the kitchen I go, cut the lime in half. Yep, tastes like a lime only not the kind you find at Walmart in the US. This tasted special.....better.
Please understand that in Mexico there are about 50 million limes sold in this country every day. I mean it's not like there is a shortage. Maybe it's the national fruit? If you go to the store, there they are ... thousands of them ... stacked three feet high ... and they're cheap ... about $9 pesos per kilo.
Lets figure, if I get 25 limes a year from this tree at about a 1/2 penny each that's a dollar every eight years. If I have a few bumper crops I could recoup my investment in, oh, about 50 years. Maybe my children or grand children can enjoy them. What a bargain hunter I turned out to be. It's a good thing we needed that tree.
Remember God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
So it's off to the tiengue ("tee ANG ee" open market) we go here in Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico. Not studying Horticulture in college, I decided on a nice six footer. Lots of leaves, a number of real-to-goodness limes hanging from it's limbs. Plus many flowers which will turn into, with luck, you guessed it -- limes. The whole thing all green. Well the leaves were green the trunk was a shade of grey green.
My first limes, I was so proud. No, I don't mean like the first time I saw my first born, but close. Well off to get our Toyota Venza, that red v6 awd wonder. I knew the day I bought the Venza, a day would come when I would be hauling things in it, little did I know it would be a lime tree.
One of the first things one learns (for me the hard way) about a lime tree is that it has THORNS. No we are not talking pricks or small sticks. This hummer has thorns that will put a rose bush to shame. Not being armed with the aforementioned knowledge I proceed to take the lime tree from the nice fellow who is selling them out of the back of his green pickup truck.
Now, not wanting to let the lime tree salesman know that I am complete idiot when it comes to the physical property's of lime trees, I smile as the pain I am feeling in my hand plus the thorns which had stabbed me in the fore head. I make hasty retreat. Heading for the Venza before I bleed to death.
What a deal, lets see $150 pesos for the tree, and other $300 pesos for the three foot high by three foot wide pot, plus $50 pesos for fill dirt, $100 pesos for fertilizer, and the $50 pesos to Francisco and his friend to haul it up to the mirador and re-pot it for me. I am out a total of $650 pesos for a lime tree I did not know I even needed. That's about $60 USD at that day's exchange rate. At present, the tree has a total of 6 limes, plus twenty blooms. Understand, the blooms should turn in to limes if I can get the bugs to leave them alone.
I pulled one of the largest limes yesterday, well not exactly pulled, you see I was messing with it and it came off in my hand. Guess it was ripe. Down to the kitchen I go, cut the lime in half. Yep, tastes like a lime only not the kind you find at Walmart in the US. This tasted special.....better.
Please understand that in Mexico there are about 50 million limes sold in this country every day. I mean it's not like there is a shortage. Maybe it's the national fruit? If you go to the store, there they are ... thousands of them ... stacked three feet high ... and they're cheap ... about $9 pesos per kilo.
Lets figure, if I get 25 limes a year from this tree at about a 1/2 penny each that's a dollar every eight years. If I have a few bumper crops I could recoup my investment in, oh, about 50 years. Maybe my children or grand children can enjoy them. What a bargain hunter I turned out to be. It's a good thing we needed that tree.
Remember God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
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