Like a chicken coop. Like a pig tie. Like a raccoon climber. Like a birdcage. Or, to say it in the Spanish way, gold and blue or whatever the owners say. This is how the experts in electrical energy put me when I say I agree with the initiative of President López Obrador to abolish summer time. Those wise gentlemen enumerate to me an innumerable number of advantages that such a schedule has, and they tell me, supported by a profusion of technical data, that it is a folly make it disappear. What I, an ordinary mortal, can say about it is that With the time change I suffer discomfort equally countless physical and mental order -or disorder-.
Especially when the time is early I’m more stupid than usual, if I’m allowed that plebeian expression. Altering my routines, especially when it comes to eating and going to sleep, throws me off balance, and for several days I walk around like a headless chicken. On one of the days that followed the current time change I told my wife that I intended to see an ophthalmologist, because every time she took a sip of coffee she felt a strange pain in her right eye. She indicated to me that she would not need to go to the doctor if she took the teaspoon out of the cup. That’s how dazed I was with that artificial modification of the time. The experts will have to forgive me, but I go more to the Sun than to them, and I prefer the Christian hour, as the rancher Don Abundio says, than the government hour. Hopefully AMLO’s initiative will be approved with the support of Morena’s deputies and the parties from Patios that he has: the PT, the Verde, and his most recent acquisition, the PRI.
The man’s brain, and his masculine attribute, are like the two hemispheres of an hourglass: if one fills up, the other empties. The story is known -probably apocryphal- according to which the Creator told Adam: “I have two news for you: one good and one bad. The good news is that I am going to put in you two wonderful organs: one above and one below. The The bad thing is that both can never work at the same time. What has been said above serves as a proem to make a story, equally apocryphal, that deals with two married couples who had a great friendship and great trust between them, so much so that they often made trips together. On one of those trips, this one to a fashionable beach, one of the compadres spoke at dinner and, speaking on behalf of himself and his friend, told the ladies: “My compadre and I have thought of doing a change of partner. We believe that this will give more variety to our marriages and will strengthen the bonds of friendship and compadrazgo that unite us”.
At first both wives were shocked to hear such a proposal, but after a couple of drinks they considered it, and after three or four more drinks they ended up accepting it. So the couples were changed, and each one went to her respective room. The next day the two compadres met in the hotel cafeteria and exchanged impressions. One asked the other, “How did you spend last night?” “Wonderfully,” answered the compadre. “And you?” The other answered: “Fantastic good.” After a pause, the first said thoughtfully, “I wonder what our wives would do?” (Note. The end of this story belongs, all proportion kept, to the species of the so-called O.Henry ending, that is, an unexpected ending, like that of many of the stories of that great American writer, O.Henry, master of the short story and true architect of the surprise endings). And speaking of surprise endings END.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
This friend of mine had a little friend.
There would have been nothing wrong with that if my friend had been single, but he happened to be married.
The little friend asked him – little friends ask for many things – to spend a weekend with her, and in order to fulfill that wish, my friend told his wife that with his office colleagues he was going fishing at Las Adjuntas, a dam in Tamaulipas.
On Sunday my friend returned home, but first he had the precaution of going to a fish market and buying several fish. He hooked a hole in them, as if he had caught them, and he showed them to his wife as a trophy of her fishing weekend.
-There are many -she told him-, Let’s take some to my parents.
“I caught them in Las Adjuntas,” my friend proudly told his father-in-law. The man, unfortunately, had been a fisherman. He looked suspiciously at his son-in-law and asked:
– Snapper in Las Adjuntas?
I don’t know what the moral of this story is, but I’m sure there is one.
See you tomorrow!…
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There will be no lack of those who affirm,
that with such a presentation
the Sheinbaum intends
to get firmer.
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