Living dangerously

The weekend was a blur, after I came back from the company picnic (no interesting stories there) I got home to a family celebration; there was strawberry-cream cake, my brother and his family were there, my family-in-law was also there; I fell down when I tripped on the porch (there is a step, my foot got tangled with my jacket when I was trying to step on the porch) my knees are killing me but there are no permanent scars this time.

Eat cake, drank milk, talked with the in-laws and my niece and nephew, Vicky’s friend was there, played cards with the in-laws (my wife won, but nobody paid this time) and went to sleep.
Sunday. Chilaquiles in the morning (**) because my mother-in-law thought that I would be with a hangover (I drank some beers at the company picnic, my wife was not pleased because I drove back home; she is right). Took the minivan for an oil change, went to Chulavista shopping (shoes for Mediana and Pinka, they are on the school play next month; I am already tired of hearing them rehearse); then Ensenada in the afternoon.

I like to drive, scratch that, I LOVE to drive. My hometown is 1000 miles south of Tijuana; we had driven there several times. One of those times we even went to Guadalajara and Leon (another 800 miles). Great vacation, that time.

So, this time driving to Ensenada at 4:00 p.m.; great! The road was almost empty, we were not in hurry and the sea, the sky and the overall view was soooo relaxing… I could have keep driving for another couple of hours. We got to Ensenada and stopped for fish tacos and seafood cocktail (shrimp, octopus, clams, scallops, oysters, etc.) on our way to a church. Attended mass and say hello to some old acquaintances. Return to Tijuana; now is dusk. Dust in the air makes the sky red. I have Fernando Delgadillo in the CD player; the kids are watching a movie. I feel so good. I tell my wife I love her, she does love me too!

We go to the store for today’s groceries and forgot dog’s food (we have a poodle, my parents gave it to my daughters), my wife goes to get some food from her sister. I put the kids to sleep, she comes back to me and we go to bed.

I was tired, but could not sleep; the realization that life can be this good when you do not complain of the small things is engulfing me.

My paranoia is kicking in, I should not feel satisfied; something will happen to make it disappear! I decided not to care, let others worry. I sleep.

See you later.

(*) Thanks to all people that was nice to me during the weekend; I enjoyed all of it.

(**) Chilaquiles is a Mexican dish that is made of layers of fried tortillas, then a watered sauce is added and put to simmer; when the water had evaporated you add cheese and cream. Served hot (sometimes with chicken or eggs and beans), it is spicy and supposedly a great help when you have a hangover.