Hot Mess

I'm happy to report I passed a pulmonary function test yesterday and I'm normal. I also don't have pertussis, or at least it didn't show up in the blood test taken at the 11 week mark in my summer marathon.  The official diagnosis is -- drum roll -- I'm a hot mess!

You'd think I'd be out singing and dancing to celebrate my normal lungs, but I've lost my Get Out of Jail Free card.  I cannot pass Go (make any travel plans for the future) because I cannot sing (talk) and I cannot dance (walk).  I'm off to the ENT next week for an assessment of the damage to my vocal cords, and hopefully on my way to that office, I can stop off at the hospital for the MRI that was ordered for my knee.

Then on the way home, I'll stop off for some cheese to go with my whine.  (Craig can run in while I sit in the car.)  Enough already!

My husband often tells me that I edit Isla Mujeres down to a gorgeous white sand beach and quaint brightly painted Caribbean structures and fail to show its -- how shall I say it -- funkier messy parts. So these photos are about keepin' it real.

Hey -- I think an orange moto against a distressed blue background is pretty!

Necessity is the mother of invention.  A plastic bucket will do just fine for a flowering shrub, and a propane tank makes a great plant stand.

In all fairness, I think this cart's parked in front of an upholsterer's shop, so it's probably waiting for a reno job. We see this style of golfcart around our neighborhood.  A 2-seater style like this at a home expo in April listed in the $25,000 range.  Seriously!  I'd rather buy a small SUV!

Watch out for prehistoric looking things that crawl.  I almost stepped on this iguana getting off my barstool at the Soggy Peso.

Here's an affordable new casa on the airport strip. It's actually not very gritty.  I like the color scheme!

Island style bike rack.

Painted buckets, conch shells, and painted rebar make colorful front porch decor affordable.

Shops sometimes have scary official signs when they get suspended from doing business for one reason or another (but the guy was still out front trying to lure tourists into the shop)!

This sign looks a little threatening since I only recognize the word policia.

I love a blue door with its own parking space in front.

A kitty squatter on a bed of concrete bags and trash.

Looks like they started to paint?

Meanwhile, back at the carniceria.

Abandoned licoreria (liquor store).


As Porky Pig used to say -- That's all folks!  Hasta manana!
(You do know manana doesn't necessarily mean tomorrow!)