Alicia Lopez’s Musings

Archive for January 2010

I made it back home–fully intact and raring to go.  All my plans came to a halt by a trick Mother Nature played on me; she decided to teach me a lesson, by making it snow for two days without stopping.

I finally ventured outside and measured the snow on the ledge, and it was sixteen inches high!   We had not had this much snow in our  fifteen years of residency here.

The television weathermen were ecstatic, almost dancing on the screen as they described the heavy snowfall in New Mexico and elsewhere, with another front on the way.  The skiers were just as happy, as Ski Apache reported between 32 and 36 inches of new snow.

I found myself well equipped for the first storm, but had to get some supplies before the second one hit.  A feeling of Deja Vu came over me, I made it down the hill just fine, but could not manage to get back to the house. I sheepishly called my son, and he again came to my rescue, warning me not to venture out, that he would come and take me wherever I needed to go.   True to his word, he made sure I didn’t, by showing up and driving me to the store.

I have plenty of books to read, my computer games to play, my crossword puzzles to complete, and am still going stir crazy.  I finally managed to work the DVD player, and have also been watching movies my hubby and I had bought, but never got around to seeing.  We were always much too busy to sit still for two or three hours; well, I have plenty of time now.

I have also had sad moments, as the Gazebo my beloved installed over the patio collapsed with the heavy snowfall.  I had tried to clean off some of  it, but did not manage to get it all; when I looked out the window after the storm, I saw it all crumpled on the floor, only the posts still standing tall.  The tears came, as this structure was his pride and joy, and stood as a reminder of the pleasure he took in it.

The tears come further apart now, but it only takes something like this to start them flowing; it will be one year next month of his passing.

Lord, give me strength

Hasta la Vista

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I think I am the only Ruidoson that does not wish or pray for snow .

The white “gold” is a must for the local economy.  Don’t misunderstand me, I am all for bringing the money in to our merchants during the winter months; this will allow them to fiscally survive until spring and summer when the GOOD weather starts.  I just don’t want it to snow.

I have not always been anti-snow; its just that this is the first winter without my beloved by my side.  He was the one who did the driving, the snow shoveling, the salting of the icy steps, etc.  So I find myself trying to do all these things, and succeeding in some and miserably failing in others.

I can shovel snow pretty well, and salting all the icy spots is a piece of cake.  Driving in the snow, however, is the most challenging of challenges.  Let me tell you a little story that happened during the last snow storm.  I had just gotten back from one of my trips to see my children, and the refrigerator was quite empty.  It snowed during the night and most of the following morning, but by noon the sun was out and was melting  the white blanket from the street leading up to my house.

One of my neighbors had made their way down, so I figured I could too.  I did fine, sailed down the hill, and went to the nearest market.  No problem.  However, the return was something else.  I could not get back up to my house.  The car kept stopping and sliding back down the hill.  I would go back down as far as possible, gun the motor, race up the hill and my faithful chariot would stall and slide on the ice.  Going back and forth took some time, and two of my downhill neighbors came out to help.  They pushed and pushed, and soon they  were joined by my son.  The car said “no deal, I ain’t going up”.

I finally gave up, got out of my vehicle, and trudged up to my house.  I was dead tired, and decided to leave the rest of the job to my son.  I changed my clothes, and looked out the window, and saw my chariot coming up in reverse!  My son decided that was the best way to get up the hill, and he was right.

On the drive back to his house, he informed me the plows were on their way.  I had called them, and they said all the plows were out at all the busy streets, and it would be some time before they made their way to my” seldom driven by anyone but me cul-de-sac”.  I gave them the sad story of being recently widowed with no one at home to help me, and unable to get out of my house; my voice even broke while speaking.  I think they took pity on me and came out as soon as possible.  For that I was eternally grateful, and thanked them profusely.

Needless to say, I don’t even try getting out of the house during, or after a storm.  I wait until I can see the black asphalt of the street, with no ice or snow whatsoever before I venture out.

I love to see the snowy scenes of white pristine beauty.  Its the aftermath that I hate.

Hasta la Vista

I never thought that I would be caught in any kind of mania, most noteworthy, football.

For the past two weeks I have been in Dallas, the heart of the Texas Cowboy Football Team. It reached a frenzied stage, where no matter where you were (including church) the up coming battle on the playoffs was mentioned. So fast and furious was the eye of that storm, that I was suctioned into it. ME, a football fan? I didn’t even ask who Tony Romo was, I knew better. IN MY PREVIOUS LIFE, I only knew he dated starlets right and left, and many a girl’s heart was left on the floor of the “Blvd. of Broken Dreams”.

That was before, now as a true fan, I could quote stats on him that did not involve girls. Romo was on everyone’s mind, thoughts, lips, and dreams. Was it possible that he would be the savior this year, bringing a chance at the Super Bowl? By the way, in my previous life, any mention of a Super Bowl brought thoughts to my mind of a huge salad bowl, nothing to do with the grunting, slamming, hitting “game” of male testosterone of football.

I do not want to come across as any intellectual, but during my high school years, I concentrated on grades, always wanting the highest score for any achievement. The only sports that I was interested in were the ones I played during physical education period, girl’s softball, basketball, tennis, etc. I married two years after my graduation, and husband and home became my priority. My hubby was not a sports fan, which suited me fine. One of his favorite quoted sayings was “Can’t they enjoy the game in silence?”, and to that I added an Amen.

Then I landed in Big D and was caught in Cowboy frenzy. I have not seen the new stadium in Arlington, nor do I have any hopes of being in Jerry Jones dream castle; just the thought of facing all that traffic gives me nightmares; but my sons have all stated a desire to see, feel, and taste it. Who would pay $15.00 for a beer, or $50.00 for parking? One of my sons-in-law did, having procured tickets at the onset. He stated that it was all worth it, to see the beloved “Boys” in action.

I have not yet progressed that far, being contented to cheer at the action on the television set. Is it possible that I could reach such a status? It may be, but I leave for home this weekend, just in time to regain my senses.

Hasta La Vista