Mystery & Surprise

This morning, while Carol was on the balcony reading, I heard a chirping sound I thought I recognized as someone trying to use Skype to contact me. The sound filled the air in a vague way, difficult to locate the source. I went to my iPhone. The device was sleeping. The chirping continued. I hurried to my iPad believing the call must be from there. Not. Carol's iPhone lay on the coffee table. "Ah!" I thought, "It must be that." I checked it out in vain. The chirping persisted. Could it be my laptop computer? I hurried to it, clicked the mouse, awakening the screen. No activity. Still the chirping echoed. The only device left was Carol's iPad. Through the glass I saw it on the chair next to her. She obviously heard no signal.

The chirping ceased and I was left unsettled and mystified. Then a great illuminating flash detonated deep within the remote inner recesses of my cerebral cortex. What I had been hearing was a device that, to my astonishment, had not faintly rippled my synapses during the hunt. It was the telephone. I suggested Carol call her sister and sure enough she had called. I took a few moments to reflect on how far the once mighty telephone has fallen.

Since Linda and Jack needed supplies we accompanied them to the "Commerciale" for shopping.

While getting ready to leave I noticed the Marina looking picturesque through our bedroom window and snapped the above.

On the walk to the bus once again I warily perceived overhead hazard.

At the Commerciale freshly baked goods are presented exposed on open shelves where anyone so inclined could conceivably touch them or sneeze on them. Presumably this never happens. Shoppers are furnished trays and tongs to accumulate their selections. These are then presented at the above counter for wrapping and bagging. Upon arrival here procedures are performed in a strict antiseptic way by persons trained in brain surgery.

Today I stumbled upon a sight that thoroughly bowled me over. I am ecstatic to announce The Great Zihuatanejo Peanut Butter Awakening of 2014! Is someone at the Commerciale reading this blog?

And so it goes.