Week of October 19, 2025 – Framework for door, wood for Jacobhouse roof, a sign completely repainted, & Manos Postizas.

(Above: Now the repainting job of the ranch entrance sign is finished. Victor did a splendid job. Ahora el trabajo de repintado del cartel de la entrada del rancho está terminado. Víctor hizo un excelente trabajo.)

10/19/2025: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the low 80s. Sunny morning followed by cloudy afternoon and rainy evening.

10/20/2025: Today began in the low 60s, cooled and remained in the low 60s, and then warmed into the 80s by midday. Cloudy morning, sunny afternoon.

10/21/2025: Today began in the high 50s and warmed into the low 80s. Mostly sunny.

10/22/2025: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the mid 80s. Mostly sunny.

10/23/2025: Today began in the mid 50s and warmed into the low 80s. Mostly sunny.

10/24/2025: Today began in the mid 50s and warmed into the low 80s. Mostly sunny.

10/25/25: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the low 80s. Quite sunny.

Final Note: I’ve recently come across a particularly interesting song by Augusto Bracho, a Venezuelan artist whose lyrics are often chock full of figurative meanings. This song, Manos Postizas, is a prime example — a profound lesson [by my personally assigned definitions] being sung to an innocent melody. I’ve included a translation below the video. Italicized sections are the refrain.

Manos postizas
Prosthetic hands

Manos borrachas de tíner saludan
Hands drunk with thinner greet [you]

Compás de un credo
With a creed for a compass

Tiemblan y hechizan
They tremble and enchant

Cuál fe de cuero y tabaco, moliendo
Which faith of leather and tobaco, milling

Valor con miedo
Courage with fear.

Abandoné los amores
I abandoned loves

Dejé toditas mis cosas, por culpas y por favores
I left all of my things, for blames and for favors.

Estaba herido de muerte
I was wounded by death.

Ay, de esa muerte que frota.
Ay, by that death which rubs [chafes? hugs?]

[como] Las más hermosas pitones.
[Like] the most beautiful pythons.

Animales, bestias libres
Animals, free beasts

Con lunares y manchones
With spots and stains

[como] Los manchones que desprenden manos de errantes ficciones
[Like] Those stains off/belonging to hands of errant fictions.

Me persiguieron tus musas
Your muses pursue me.

Con seis velitas difusas alumbraron mis canciones.
With six dim little candles, they illuminate my songs.

Las adoptó una lechuza
They were adopted by an owl

En el silencio que cruza
In the silence that crosses

Cuando tropieza rincones
When stumbling corners

Paredones y columnas
Walls and columns

Y recuerdo los manchones
And I remember the stains

Of our prosthetic hands
De nuestras manos postizas

Manos que el tiempo dispone
Hands that time uses / arranges / decrees

Manos postizas, manos que el tiempo dispone
Prosthetic hands, hands that time uses / arranges / decrees


Ay, ya se fue tu juventud
Ay, your youth has already gone

Y ahora parece que te pisan 20 camiones
And now it feels like 20 trucks have run you over

Manos postizas, manos de errantes ficciones
Prosthetic hands, hands of errant fictions.

Es la cruda realidad
It is the crude reality

Y cuando venga Magdalena, yo te pido [que] no llores
And when Magdalena comes, I ask that you do not cry.

Manos postizas, manos que el tiempo dispone
Prosthetic hands, hands that time uses / arranges / decrees


Vengo cantando pa’l (para él) que tiene mucho tiempo
I come singing for he who has much time.

AY, que no se duerma en los laureles señores!
AY, don’t sleep your laurels, fellows!

Manos postizas, manos de errantes ficciones
Prosthetic hands, hands of errant fictions.


Manos postizas, manos que el tiempo dispone
Prosthetic hands, hands that time uses / arranges / decrees

And now a question for all who read this blog and for my future self (for meanings may change with time): What is your meaning for this song?

1 thought on “Week of October 19, 2025 – Framework for door, wood for Jacobhouse roof, a sign completely repainted, & Manos Postizas.”

  1. Great week, as usual the meals must sabroso y rico, very much appreciated… Great pictures too. As for your final question; everything, okay almost everything, outside is an illusion of sorts and unless one purposely pays attention life will just happen. I definitely don’t want to feel like I’m just going through the motions, at least not habitually.

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