Alicia Lopez’s Musings

Archive for May 2009

While watching the news on television, and reading the daily newspapers and magazines, I was a tat confused. Did we not have an election where Barack Obama became president? Were we back in the quagmire of the Bush administration?

The confusion arose because Dick Cheney is again feeding fear mongering to the masses. Although he is no longer Vice President, he seems to be ignoring that fact. His mission in life now is to undermine and undercut anything that the present administration is doing.

Eight years of the Republican rule which brought disaster to the American people was not enough for him, he wants to continue with the failed policies of the past.

Now he has taken on former Secretary of State Colin Powell, claiming that Mr. Powell is no longer a Republican. King Cheney is now donning the cloak of royalty and declaring who is and is not a member of his party. This is welcome news to radio commentator Rush Limbaugh, who is trying his hardest to be known as “THE” leader.

They both decided that since Mr. Powell endorsed President Obama in the last election, he has become a Democrat.

We would welcome him with open arms, but he has declared the two “champions of the Republican right” are very wrong. He stated “Rush will not get his wish, and Mr. Cheney was misinformed”. Those are indeed kind words considering the barrage hurled at him.

While most loyal Democrats, and I consider myself one, will regale at the in-fighting among Republicans, I find that I commiserate with Mr. Powell.

He is a war hero, who has served his country admirably for many years. Cheney never served in the military, taking every deferment available to keep him out of the army during the Vietnam war. He has declared he had “other priorities”. Limbaugh was classified as 4-F, making him not healthy enough to serve, a football injury, you know. What starting assurances!

My suggestion would be that Limbaugh discontinue to inflame his audience, and that Cheney go back to that “undisclosed” location where he has been hiding.

Hasta la Vista
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A man’s feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world”–George Santayana

The above chord struck a note within me, it was resonant because several years ago legislation was passed by our neighboring country of Mexico that allows citizens born there to have dual citizenship.

While I was not born in Mexico, my grandparents were.  They left to find a better life in this country.  I have no desire to have any other citizenship than that of the USA.

My grandparents, if alive, would heartily agree.  They left all that was familiar to them to establish themselves in a foreign land.  Everything was strange to them–language, customs, etc.  They foresaw that their children and grandchildren would have better lives in this land of opportunity.  Not a day goes by that in my heart I thank them.

I have no quarrel with those few individuals who have chosen to accept the offer and have that dual citizenship.  We are a nation of immigrants, and unless you are Native Americans, your forefathers came from somewhere else.  Then, why the intolerance of one race against another?

Children are born without prejudice, it “Must be Carefully Taught”, as a song from the musical “South Pacific” states.  They learn it at home, through the behavior, actions, and words of their parents.  What a heavy burden to carry, to look in the mirror and face yourself, knowing you have fed into the minds of your innocent children, hatred and bigotry.

I love the United States, complete with all its faults.  I can think of no other country where I would care to live.  I always get chills when I hear the “Star Spangled Banner”, and tears in my eyes when “America the Beautiful” is sung.

My husband and I traveled to many foreign lands, and enjoyed every minute of it.  We explored the different cultures, tasted a variety of food, tried communicating in different languages, joined in their celebrations and commiserated in their anguishes.  We respected their customs and their laws.

There is no greater feeling than that of returning to your own soil. A cloak of peace descends upon re-entering our country.

Yes, there are prejudiced people who resent the fact that we speak Spanish; but there are also those who admire and even envy our ability to do so.

Yes, there are people, who in fits of anger over dozens of undefined reasons, will tell us to “Go back where you came from”.

I can proudly answer, I am where I came from; I am home.

Hasta La Vista.

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Well, here I am again, back home after spending several weeks traveling between children, sisters, and family.  My trip back was highly anticipated and dreaded at the same time; anticipated because, as the saying goes, “There’s no place like home”.  Unlike Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, I could not just click my heels, and be back home where everything would be the same.  I came back to the same empty house.

However, this time, I had plans to keep myself busy.  The yard work was waiting, the scrapbook was just begun, and I still had to go through files and files of paperwork, deciding what was to be kept and what was to be shredded.  I had returned with dozens of books to read, letters to write, and bills to pay.  The semblance of an average day was almost upon me.

Not having a job to go to, after years of working, I could easily get up late every morning, but I find myself not able to sleep after 6:00 A. M.  My constant companion, a mutt named Chico, who is part Boston Terrier and something else, is up at that time and ready to start the day.  He takes it upon himself to chase away all intruders in our yard, be it cats, birds, and even deer.

One meeting of a large stag and my pooch took place not too long ago.  I had let him out the door without first checking to see what he would be chasing.  He took off like a wild beast, barking his head off, only to encounter a huge mammoth with horns.  He quickly retreated to the safety of the house and continued to bark from the front window.  Situations such as these make me laugh, and I forget my loneliness for a while.

With summer upon us, the woods are lovely, and old Mother Nature has awakened from her long winter’s sleep.  The blue jays have returned, looking for the peanuts which I set out for them; soon the hummingbirds will make their appearance.  The bears are also awake now, but I have not seen any of them.  The bear locks which were installed in our dumpster keeps them at bay.

I am grateful for those locks, remembering several years ago when we returned home to find a large bear sitting in our driveway, eating his meal from our dumpster-cafeteria.  We honked, blinked the lights, and made all sorts of noises.  He looked at us, ignored us, and went on eating.  After ten or fifteen minutes of this stand-off, we gave up and decided to quietly exit the car and go into our house.

He was still there when we went to bed.   To the victor belong the spoils.

Until next time, Hasta la vista.

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Welcome to my blog.  I am Alicia R. Lopez of Ruidoso, New Mexico.

I,  for many years, wrote a weekly column for the El Paso Times.  To all my readers and friends;  I’ve missed you.  Due to many circumstances, which I will not state, my column no longer appears in the newspaper, so I have taken this 21st century way of contacting all those who enjoyed my column, and even those who did not; and I did hear from you!

I hope to write interesting things about current events, musings from my active mind, whimsical remembrances of my past, and even my hopes for the future.  I hope you stay with me, and I want to hear from all of you, friends and foes alike.  Please don’t disappoint me.

“Hasta la Vista”.

Alicia