Dear Gabriolan,
How are things in Mexico today? How are your frontal zones? Is pressure building on the Costalego due to an accumulation of refried beans? Are powerful weather systems spreading heavy sunshine to all areas? Are tropical air masses approaching from the east bringing blistering blasts of chimichangas topped with guacamole?
Are you pining for the ferns and fronds? The Barra de FerryLineup? Should I send moss from my roof? Brown, oozing cedar from the hood of my car?
Some hot soup?
It is a little known fact that in 1791 José María Narváez landed on the north side of our island and said:
“I name this place The Land Of The Heat Pumps”.
It is important not to take our island for granted. Why go to Mexico when here you are free to stroll around the coast of Gabriola wearing only three camisoles, two pairs of panty hose, longjohns, six pairs of socks, two sweaters, a Mackinaw, scarf, boots, mittens and a woolly hat, knowing that at any moment you can leap into the ocean with no fear of sunburn.
It is, admittedly, a little chillier than where you are, but let me draw to your attention that “fish tacos” are – anagrammatically speaking – simply “fish coats”, and here on the fish coast (oh those anagrams again!) fish can regularly be seen sporting the very latest in fishy fashion; coats, headscarves, sunglasses and even jewellery.
May your tacos be fishy, your dates be dishy, your dishes be dates, your bad news late,
your dates be stoned and your bills postponed.
May the mariachi ever be catchy, your aunty be picante and your bridge work be cheap.
Wear bandanas and watch for updates.
Nora the Conquistadora
2016-01-12
The Blethering Ant 