Los Platos

Remember the plates? Here, by popular demand (well, one person) is a picture of my gorgeous new plates. We used them at dinner last night. It gives a festive air to the table. Even the Patient cleaned his plate; a little shrimp in garlic and wine, a little pasta, a little zucchini. And I do mean "a little." But he is eating more every day and that is a very good sign.

Yesterday we went to the bank in Tecoman (about 20 miles away) to pay our annual trust fees on the property. We had (a) the receipt from last year (the bank does not send a bill), (b) proper identification, (c) ownership papers, (d) a check made out to the bank for the amount we were told we owed. It took about an hour, one bank manager, four "tellers", two long distance phone calls before we were through. It soon became clear none of them had ever seen one of these trust deeds and had no idea what it was or what to do about it. Last year we bought the lot adjacent to our house, and this is the trust fee we wanted to pay. What, you might well ask, was the problem? It appears that the bank has not yet transferred our names to their records as the new owners. It's back on the phone this morning to the bank to try to get this straightened out. We still have to return and pay the trust for the house. But now they have all beed educated as to how to do this. Glad I could be of service to the staff.

Last evening was the weekly Mexican Domino get together, but I passed. Still fighting off travel fatigue, plus I wanted to eat dinner on my new plates. Next week.