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I was looking for some of the old newsletters that I thought I had transferred from the other site, but these three are the only ones I have on my computer.  Other than that, I have nothing to say because I am exhausted.  The washing machine is in California, the dirty clothes are here and the situation in the town is not promising:  we have driven past one and only one sign saying 'lavendaria' but the business appears to never be open.

In the soi-disant backyard there is a concrete sink with built-in washboard and running water, and I have been washing our clothing the old-fashioned way.  When I hurt myself falling on the rocks at El Rancho, the local contingent of aunts volunteered to do my laundry for me.  When I told them that I could manage because we had a washing machine, they tut-tutted and informed that the laundry would not be as clean, done in a machine.  Well, I don't know about that, but I know now why they all have shoulders like an american line-backer.

Health news is about the same:  post-nasal deluge in me, hacking cough in G.  We are tired of feeling ill, let me tell you.  The weather is a treat, the cats are a treat, it is a treat to have a roof over our heads and food to eat.  All is well in our little corner of the world

R