Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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It’s really a few more days until March, but I have a lot of thoughts in my head that I thought I would put down in writing.

The signs of spring are beginning to show up in our mountain village; it’s not as cold as it has been, and believe it or not, some of my annuals are beginning to sprout; they are brave little souls, tempting the fates of weather.

I’m a little sad today, received the news that two of my old friends from El Paso had passed away to a better life. These two were originally my hubby’s pals, having all attended Bowie High School together, and graduating in the class of 1944. It was when young men were being drafted almost as soon as they got their diplomas; so they were separated by war. A few from that class did not make it back.

Life and circumstances intervened, but they kept in touch. When the high school reunions were in full swing, they met again, to plan their 45th and then their 50th. This was when I made my entrance into that selected list of Bowie Bears, an Austin High School Panther who, by osmosis, turned into a Bear.

We joined in full swing to get the reunions going, and for many years after, still met as a group and planned outings. We even went camping, and for some, it was a first. What fun we had!

Of course, all things slowed down as Father Time intervened; we managed a few luncheon get togethers when we visited our old home town. My hubby’s death slowed events even more; I still saw them once in a while, but fewer and fewer “osos” showed up.

So it was with great sadness that I learned of their deaths; Bobby, the greatest Sinatra and baseball fan, and Pepe, a golfer who enjoyed the camaraderie of others at the golf course when he could no longer play.

I know they have all met again in heaven, to continue their everlasting friendships in that forever land.

Adios, Osos Canosos

Hasta la Vista

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That old image of a  baby crawling in diapers and an old man with a scyth limping away certainly displays the feelings of all individuals, including mine, concerning the new year we are about to embark on.

To me, a baby is God’s promise that the world will go on.

Perhaps another example of new beginnings would be a book with blank pages, waiting to be written on.  I am ready to write in that book, filling it with hope for all.  Amid all the hoopla from politicians as to what is wrong with this world of ours, should be the antidote of what is right.

We,  in this wonderful country of ours, can count ourselves lucky.  Despite what you hear and read, we still have freedom of speech, freedom of religion, the right to vote, et. etc. in other words, the Bill of Rights.

That blank page in the book of life?  Fill it with good deeds, because it will eventually be the book you carry to the pearly gates, where you will be judged, not by what you possessed, but what good you accomplished.

Remember how several blogs back I extolled the benefits of Facebook, where you could keep up with family and friends, and acquaintances?  Well,I have problems with what I have recently been reading by some of them, not all are family members, but acquaintances through the years.  There is more concern with immediate satisfaction, be it drinking, partying, playing, mostly by the younger generation, than with accomplishing something with their lives.

I suppose this is a phase to go through for the young ones;  is this when the question “Too much information?” is required?   I do enjoy seeing pictures of my great granddaughter growing up through these pages; seeing friends traveling and experiencing new things;  praying for those who have health issues; and applauding those who have reached their goals in life.

I urge everyone to examine their lifes, fix what is broken, enjoy and love your family and friends, and aim to be a better person; life is too short to spend on grudges, hates, and broken promises.

May the year 2012 bring us peace on earth and goodwill towards all .

Hasta la Vista

It hardly seems possible, but the falling pine needles announce that fall is coming.  My query is, where did summer go?

I know that part of the disappearance is the fact that I am now working at a job that I love, and the time just seems to fly by.

My working hours have taken over the lonely nights and weekends when I really felt the loss of my hubby the worst.  Now I am busy greeting people, being a ham on the microphone, and generally helping patrons at the casino in anyway that I can.  I find it most enjoyable to be able to talk to people; being home I only spoke with my pooch, who is a very good listener, but seldom makes comments.

I have my mornings at home when I can catch up on doing things that have to be done, or doing nothing at all.  That “”doing nothing at all” part is now done without any guilty feelings because I feel I have earned my rest.  I also rest on my laurels, as I have been told by several different people at work that I am doing a great job.  Isn’t it wonderful to hear that?

I experienced something new this past week end, I watched the horse races!  All these years in this beautiful pine country, and my hubby and I never went to the races.  All the hoopla involved never enthused us enough to attend.  Well,  I ended up going in to work with two hours of anticipation, and decided to sit in on some races.  They were quite exciting, and I can now see how people get so worked up over them.  The fact that the purse was at a high of  two and a quarter million dollars was nothing to sneeze at either.

The time  flew by also because I had a visit from my sister for the whole weekend.  We spend a lot of time talking, laughing, and sometimes even crying, as we both shared our  joys and our sorrows.  It is another thing that I miss, having the nearness of  kin, especially my sisters; we have always been very close.

I had an episode at church on Sunday, when my nose started bleeding and I could not stop it.  It took almost twenty minutes before it finally ended.  Since I had been having them more frequently, I went to the doctor.  You always imagine the worst, but it turned out that the membranes in my nostrils are swollen, and have hit some veins, which start the bleeding.  A prescription for some nose drops and a suggestion that I have a humidifier by my bed at night seems to have solved the problem; I certainly hope so, it is kind of scary when you can’t stop the bleeding.

So now it is time to prepare for fall and winter; as usual, I am probably the only person is this area who does not wish for snow. Since that is still a few months away, I will concentrate on enjoying the cool weather, and my viewings into Facebook where I see pictures of my great grand-daughter almost on a daily basis.  This is such a wonderful way to keep in touch, I recommend it to everyone–GET ON FACEBOOK!!!!

Hasta la Vista, you all  (I still have my Texas roots)

August crept up quietly, slowly entering my universe on tip toes.

I was prepared for another month of waiting, wondering, and speculating on the status of my life.  It was really going nowhere.  I had spent countless hours filling out applications, mailing resumes, going on interviews, etc. all for naught.  Tired of staying home and brooding, I went for a few hours of distraction to a local casino.

All the employees at this particular gaming spot have always been extremely friendly and helpful. I was not surprised to have the marketing director ask me what I had been doing.  My reply was, “”Still looking for a job”.  She looked at me speculatively and said, “I’ve got one, you interested?”

BOLT OF LIGHTING! !  After I finished hugging her, I asked her what the job was.  I was hired on the spot to be in the Players Club, signing in new members, etc.

So, I am now working , thank the Good Lord.  It is an extremely interesting and varied job;  I get to meet new people, greet, welcome, and help all who approach my station.  I have always been a friendly, outgoing person, so this suits me just fine.

I truly believe that God works in strange ways his wonders to perform; I am a beaming, shining example.

Since my hubby’s death, evenings and week-ends have always been the loneliest for me.  It was those times that I found myself wandering and wondering about my life.  My new hours have now filled those times, and I am very happy to be home on my hours and days off.

My children were all a little worried about some of my evening hours, but the son who lives here and I have worked out a schedule wherein he comes to my house after his working hours, feeds my pooch, lets him out for a time, and then closes up the house for the evening shift.  He has always been here for me.  Of course I have to call him the instant I get in, and let him know I am home and locked in for the night.

I also have the added assurance of having the security guards regally escort me to my car!

The only downside is that I will not be able to visit my out of town children as often as I did; I am sure we will work something out as time progresses.

The one who is not happy is my pooch, Chico.  He had gotten used to having me around all the time, and to say he is unhappy is an understatement.  The hours when I am home, he follows me around constantly, and demands much more petting, which I am more than willing to do.  He has been my constant companion and comfort in my widowed life.

And so I go forth, praying and hoping for the best.  Please tag along with me.

Hasta la Vista

The title above should convey my feelings to all my family, friends, and unknown readers of this blog.

I was quite surprised to find that so many of you have paid me the compliment of your time in accessing my writings, and  some  took the exceptional way of letting me know they enjoyed them by posting comments; my cup runneth over.

I have always enjoyed expressing my feelings in the written word, some I have kept to myself, too personal to share; but the majority have gone into my columns, and now this blog.

My hubby was the first one who discovered that I had this hidden, dare I call it, talent.  He saved everything I ever wrote him, letters, poems, thoughts, feelings.  Some he preserved by framing them, and hanging them in our bedroom.  I suppose, in a way, it reminded him of my true love when we had spats and were not on speaking terms.  How childish it all seems now.

The first time I ever got the courage to have someone else read my writings was when I submitted my first column to the El Paso Times.  The editorial page editor was going on vacation, and he asked that readers sent him columns he could use while he was away.

I was surprised that one of mine was chosen, and he continued to use me  on a regular basis, as a contributing columnist.  When he left, his replacement contacted me about writing a weekly column.  I continued to do this for several years until the paper was purchased by a new entity, and it was decided I was no longer needed. I was fortunate that no limits were placed on me, and I could write about anything or anybody.  Many of my columns were reminiscent of my youth in El Paso, and being a staunch Democrat, many were also political.

I wrote about my mother and her friends, seniors , born in a generation when women were supposed to remain in the home, and their “coming of age” and blossoming after they were widowed.  They learned the power of the vote, and even demonstrated with the “Silver Citizens” in front of City Hall.

I commented on social issues, and the need for compassion in government. There were quite a few letters to the editor which protested my stands, but the paper was fair and printed both sides, those that agreed with me and the misinformed.

I still have people who know me tell me how much they miss reading my thoughts, that’s when I tell them about this blog and WordPress.com.

One of my sons, who is very computer literate, told me I should not stop writing, and started me on this journey.  Thanks to him, I am still scribbling away.  By the way, he is also the one who supplies all the pictures shown at the end, are they not something to behold?

So thanks to him and the new computer age and all its possibilities, I am still around.  Perhaps when the Good Lord calls me home, I shall appear, with pad in hand,  ready to write about all the goings on in heaven.  I mean, if that’s where I’m going!

Hasta la Vista

Each day of my life now seems like a newly purchased book;  I am eager to start that first page and find new adventure and perhaps some mysteries;  I am, after all,  one of the biggest readers of mystery novels, next to my sister.

Before I begin on my page of the day, let me reveal to you about the “lending” library that she and I have.  I purchase a book, read it, and send it to her.  She does the same, but the books she returns seem to have multiplied like bunnies; I send her three, she returns twelve.  That mystery is solved when she explains that her daughter, also an avid reader, sends her novels she has purchased and read, so I end up with shopping bags full of books.

Before I began my new job I could finish a book in two days, and after compiling those, I would travel to my local paperback exchange, and return with even more books. My reading has slowed down a bit, as I have my days filled now with my new job.

This is when the new pages of my life begin;  I actually look forward to getting up in the morning with my day scheduled for work.  I never knew how much I enjoyed working until I no longer had a job.  There is just so much you can do around the house, and when those chores are finished, the rest of the day looms ahead.  I volunteered with my local Democratic Party, something my hubby and I did together, he was such an avid Democrat.  When his illness progressed he could not do as much, and I preferred to keep him company, so my volunteering dwindled.  I am just beginning to get back in that groove.

Each day brings new things into my life, new people I can talk to.  When I was home alone my conversations were mostly with my pooch, who listened intently, and agreed with everything I said.  He was, and still is, my constant companion, being privy to my saddest moments, sharing my tears with him, and also my happy thoughts.

I hurry home to him at noon, let him out in the yard, have my lunch, play with him a bit, give him a “dental” treat, and leave.  In the evening, the same schedule follows;  he demands more petting now since I am gone for the day.

My new pages are now filled with the wonderful views of the beginning of fall.  The days are quite cool in the mornings and evenings.  We had the annual motorcycle rally last week in our village, and the roar of the “motos” were heard everywhere, and you have not seem anything until  you view the hundreds and hundreds of  bikers filling every inch of space in your town. They are all welcomed, but you can hear the combined sighs of relief when they leave; we have the serenity back.

So, life goes on, and I float along with it.  Next week will be the annual Aspencade weekend, when the leaves are beginning to turn to the lovely golds and reds.

Come see it with me.

Hasta la Vista

There has never been a time when I have not been proud of my country.  When the Star Spangled Banner is played, I get chills up and down my spine, and the flag , proudly waving, brings tears to my eyes.  I am proud to state that I am a true Red, White, and Blue citizen, who also happens to be Hispanic.

This is the reason that I have decided to state my views on the recent controversy surrounding the new law passed by the state of Arizona.  In my opinion it is blatantly racist.  If a police officer stops a car driven by a blonde blue eyed citizen, for whatever infraction committed, does he ask for proof of citizenship?  No, this is only done when the driver happens to have brown skin, dark hair, and looks of Hispanic origin.  Then he or she is asked, in Spanish, for proof of the right to be in this country.  If this isn’t bigotry, racist, and whatever word you wish to call it, what is?

I never thought I would live to see the day when almost fifty percent of the population including myself,  would have to carry passports.  Is this the good old USA, land of the free, and home of the brave?

I don’t live in Arizona, and will skip that state on any of my travels.  If you wish to live in la-la land and believe it is all a big lie, ask someone you know who has endured this harassment several times, like my daughter in-law’s brother who happens to live in Phoenix, and now carries his passport.

At one time, before the word Hispanic came into being, we were simply called Mexican-Americans, and we laughingly referred to ourselves as the hyphenated ones.  Our men served their country honorably, going to war and dying to protect our homes and rights.  Of any ethnic group, ours has the most Medal of Honor winners.

At one time, before World War II, there was discrimination, sometimes blatant, in my home state of Texas.  If you were job searching, the want ads stated “Only Anglos need apply”.  In some restaurants we were denied service, and growing up, I never knew of any doctors, lawyers, head of companies, who had Spanish sir-names.  This all changed when the men came home with the knowledge that a different, better world existed out there.  They went to college on the G I Bill of Rights, knowing that with an education, they would provide a new, better world for their children. My grandparents, who came to this country with nothing but their dreams, would be proud of their offspring’s accomplishments.

There is still some discrimination, although obscurely hidden, but then there has  been, and will always exist, bigotry in many shapes and forms.  Sad isn’t it?

Today, I am proud to say, we are in every conceivable career available to all citizens, including having the first Hispanic Supreme Court Justice.

Arizona dares to question this?  Let our Federal government solve the immigration problem; isn’t the Constitution the law of the land, including that  of the sun-drenched state?

There, I have vented, and feel a lot better.  Letting off steam sometimes helps.

HAPPY JULY 4TH!  SAVOR YOUR FREEDOM

Hasta La Vista