They certainly aren't the gigantesque afghan of my grandmother's fame, but they are quite cozy and comfy. I've got my two colleagues well-trained. You rarely find them without yarn and needles close by. In fact, G carries hers practically everywhere she goes and is cranking out doilies for Christmas presents like a machine.


Below, the source of the disgusting smell in my apartment. The cockatiel family is sitting on eggs and I'm afraid cleaning the cage will cause them to abandon the nest. It's not horrid, but it IS noticeable at times.

Rumor has it that the gang Zetas has come to our town. They wreak havoc and murder senselessly to the simple end of inspiring fear. Our mayor was threatened and refused to participate in the cultural activities attached to the Mexican Independence Day. He sent the Secretary instead. More on this later.