Surviving Mexico

Just as Mr. Cocoa Beans was on the mend, Fred stopped being able to pee. Since we take several walks a day, with Fred and George copiously remarking their territory, we noticed right away something was amiss. We decided to wait and see if it would clear up on its own, but the next day was no better, so off to the vet we went. 

Fred is three times the size of Cocoa, so it was a tight fit on the moto. He was also a bit antsy, this being his first ride and all, but we made it there. The vet diagnosed a UTI or maybe prostate disease. He started him on a 3-day course of antibiotics to see if that would help. Otherwise, he’d have to be neutered. We brought Fred home and set out to town again.

The next stop was INE. When my son called yet again to see if his ID was ready, the person said that he’d need to bring another copy of his CURP because there was some problem with it. So that’s what we did. Only when he went to drop off the copy, the person there said that he needed to get a new CURP card because the old one wouldn’t do. 

We then went to a “ciber” to print out the next payment sheet for my son’s class through UVEG. He’s nearly finished, maybe 2 classes left, and maybe some community service. Yippee! Seems a race whether the pandemic or my son’s high school career will be finished first. Of course, this time around the class couldn’t be paid at OXXO for whatever reason and would require a bank trip. Whatever.

While he was at the ciber, my son asked the desk clerk about the “new” CURP. She knew exactly what he needed and licketly split, he had a copy on the memory stick. Hallelujah! Later, he was able to email it to the person at INE to move along the process. Maybe he’ll get it before his 19th birthday. Maybe.

Pleased with our success, we stopped for a bit of Chinese takeout to celebrate and headed home. Less than a minute after our arrival, we heard some bleating from the animal area. Dashing out, we discovered not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 new-born kids. Two looked just like their mommas (one brown and the other white and brown) but the two black ones, identical in every aspect–whose babies were those? Each black kid was literally shadowing the other baby, one with the brown one and one with the white/brown one. At first we thought maybe they were twins. However, it appears that one will have horns and the other won’t, just like the mamas. So maybe each mama had a black kid? Either way, it worked out well that way as all four are assured of sufficient milk from their mamas. The next day the four stooges were playing Houdini escaping the enclosure, leaping on the alfalfa bales and causing a rumpus. It’s good to have babies around! 

The next day we headed to the vet again for dose 2 for poor ol’ Fred. Then we had to go to the bank and pay that class. Strangely enough, the bank was closed, but I didn’t have any problem getting in and using the ATM machine. That evening, another goat baby chose to make an appearance. The mama had a terrible time and some intervention had to be done. My husband’s sciatica was acting up, so he presented quite a memorable sight at 3 am out there in the goat corral, crouched in his underwear, trying to assist the birth. 

Exhausted, the next morning we headed to town for the last antibiotic dose. Fred had perked up some, but he wasn’t back to normal just yet. Only, the vet was closed. It seems he was sick and wouldn’t open again until who knows when. Uh-oh. COVID???? Then we come to find out the mysterious bank closure was also COVID related. EEEK! And here we were blatantly out doing errands (albeit masked and gelled up while maintaining proper social distance). But never fear, AMLO said that as long as no gifts were exchanged during the holiday season, we’d stop the spread. Sigh.

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