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I’m standing in the pool. The water’s about nipple high. There’s a little Bluetooth speaker amplifying whatever the Apple Music shuffle selects from a very long playlist I’ve assembled, The water felt cold at first. Now not.

The pool use within the property Jolean and I bought with the intention of it being our primary residence. Our much loved Spring Street apartment is listed for sale.

The property abuts Montgo National Park. The closest village, Jesus Pobre, has a population of about 3,000. That includes the British pensioners. We are part of the city of Denia and the state of Alicante, Spain.

It’s been five years since my last post.

Jesus pobre!

Something odd that I don’t think about near enough – I stopped posting when my mother died, not that she ever read the blog. Yet, I think she was the audience I wanted to reach. I wanted her to hear me and I wanted her to say, “Good job.” I can’t recall ever hearing that although I’m sure I did. My story, as I tell it to myself, is that she didn’t.

Her mishegoss and my mishegoss, to use a Spanish term.

There are a lot of topics we could talk about from the last five years: a couple more surgeries; why we decided to become expatriates; what’s living in Spain like; my Daughter Samara’s two novels; the gansa mishpucha of Jolean, steps and in-law; how and what music I’m listening to; old movies or US politics or even my mother.

For today, I only wanted to let whoever is interested know my intention to be back. And I do take requests.

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