I fixed me a wonderful potato salad for breakfast.

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Or should I call it lunch? It is over noon here. I was watching TV when suddenly I became aware that I was VERY hungry. I went to the kitchen and found the 2 cooked potatoes very dry. I peeled one, added some oil and placed it in the microwave oven for 30 seconds. Then I mixed it with diced dill pickles, salt, mayo (not so much as usual because for some reason the last mayo did not taste as well as usual. I think that I used another kind of lemons). I diced in a hard boiled egg and then at a moment of genius I opened a can of green olives stuffed with jalapeños. That was the touch of class, friends. I´m eating my potato salad while I write this and I really want to share this addition to it. It made all the difference. I needed to eat something really good because today I found that something had happened to the whatsapp that Diego installed in my laptop. To have whatapp here has been awesome. I can answer messages with my clumbsy fingers and I can read them with my old eyes. Now I have to do a lot of impossible to do work to have my laptop and the cellphone work as a whole. Fortunatly Camila is coming tomorrow. Maybe she knows how to fix this. If she can´t, then I will have to wait until Dixie and Humberto come to my house or I go to sleep at their house. Camila is selling honey but it is difficult for me to offer it to people I know. Most of them have diabetes at this time of their life and honey is a no no. Camila is a musician but will never be the sort of musician that fills large theatres. Although the last time she did a whole show the place was filled with people, the place itself was not very big. The kind of music she composes and sings is a mixture of folk and jazz and very much protest songs. Her last CD (all the music an lyrics composed by her) was mostly about women. So, although I think that she is awesome as a musician, she is finding that she also has to sell honey to make ends meet. See you later. I am finishing the salad and I´m finding that it is hard to mylot and catch the last bits of potatoes.