Were a few of the lyrics of a song in the late 60's that I have no idea who sang it though, a British group that you could still understand the words to, before the grunge music with undistinguished lyrics took over, well anyway.
IT has been strange, especially for the Pacific Coast of Mexico.
Torrential Unexpected storms.
Here I sit in our oceanfront Mazatlan room, listening to the surf in jogging pants ( that's what they are called, I have never jogged in them) but it has been in the 50's to low 70's for the past week or so.
Usually we need to run the fan all night....
Today the sun was out most of the day and it looked like the rains have gone for awhile.
I hope so, the sun does feel nice and warm.
Need to work on my tan a tad.
But we also need to split here before another sundown or two.
The BIG party is staring this weekend.
We no longer like BIG parties. For a matter of fact I don't like big crowds either.
Quiet, orderly, maybe a event that is not too big, OK, even something colossal, but controlled somewhat.
Mazatlan's Carnival is not too controlled and certainly not quiet. I have enough issues with the booming speakers on passing taxis from blocks away that vibrate the windows by the hundreds.
Or is it me?
Maybe I should get a 2000 watt stereo and play Martin Denny's Quiet Village........
Ok, maybe nobody remembers that, how about The Lonely Bull........bby Herb Alpert?
Just doesn't have that same effect ,
So, we are back to the hills by the weekend, back to the soughing of the trees.
And cold crisp starry filled clearn nights, only spoiled by occasional smoke from the fireplaces.