Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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It’s been a long time since my last blog; no not illness, or anything catastrophic; just procrastination on my part, and perhaps self doubt.  SELF DOUBT!!! ME???

Yes, I started to question my reasons for writing a blog in the first place, forgetting that it was started to place my thoughts in print, to get them out of my system, to relief the pressure building within me  after the death of my hubby.  So many thoughts whirling around in my brain, they had to have a way of escaping , and they did, by my writings.

The doubts came that perhaps they were not entertaining; but I have heard from so many of my friends and family telling me they miss reading my blogs, that I have started to believe again.  So here goes, more of my musings.

There is no better way than to begin by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.  Yes, you read it right, not Happy Holidays.  I send that greeting to my non Christian friends who also celebrate their own beliefs.

Christmas is about the birth of a baby, born in a lowly manger, who was destined to become King, not of this earth, but of our souls.  No, it is not about buying that perfect gift, or spending a certain amount of money,  or decorating your house.  It is about reviewing your life, finding it wanting, as the majority of us surely must, and then doing something about it.

Did you really have to start that ugly rumor about your co-worker, turn your head when asked for alms, not have the time to seek out your family, ignore the needs  of those less fortunate than you?  Now is the time to resolve to change, and ask yourself is this what Jesus would want?

Yes, he wants us to clothe the naked, feed the hungry, love our neighbors as ourselves.  We don’t have to go on a crusade seeking the Holy Grail, just look around us and do what we can to help our fellowmen.  It doesn’t take much to be kind, a smile, a friendly gesture; rather than an abrupt look of contempt to an outstretched hand.  No human is a bigger hero than when he kneels to help someone in need.

It has been said many times before, HE is the reason for the season, now all we have to do is to BELIEVE IT, and live it.

Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad y Paz en la tierra

Hasta la Vista

Here it is, December already!  Where did November skitter off to?

It seems only yesterday I was excited about seeing my children at Thanksgiving,  being disappointed at only having two families show up, living through it, and now it is that most beautiful season of all, Christmas!

My season started early when my daughter, my son, and two grandchildren put up my tree right after turkey day.  The village, which was my hubby’s pride and joy, also appeared with a few changes.  It was becoming over-populated, as he could never resist buying one more building, a few more people, some more trees, and on and on.  So my daughter kept a couple of buildings out, and some residents.  I only asked that she keep the nun he always put in front of the church.  The scene is beautiful, and fills my heart with joy every time I see it.  It might not be traditional, but our village also has a casino!

I will be traveling to Dallas to spend that most holy of days with my family, the only one absent will be the son who lives here and my grandson, and I will miss them dearly.  My consolation is that I see my son daily, and my grandson on week ends.

I will get to see my church, St. Joseph’s Mescalero Apache Mission, decorated with the traditional tee pee at the altar, housing the Holy Family, surrounded by scores of pine trees with blinking lights, and the pews with their garlands.  It is a beautiful sight.  My hubby loved to take pictures, and one year we used the scene as our Christmas card.

So I am preparing for my trip, my children bought my ticket back in September. I should not have any problems, but with the new security set up at the airports,(am I really going to be personally searched that much?), and the number of people traveling, my son in El Paso urged me to drive down the day before, not at six in the morning as I had planned.  So I checked with my office, and they said it should not be a problem.

I AM WORKING, YOU KNOW.  I love to say that!

The season of peace and love is upon us.  My wish is that all the hoopla, the ads, the continuous pounding of  BUY, will not affect  us so much that we forget what we are celebrating;  the birth of the Baby Jesus, the Savior of the world.

Hold your family tight, and tell them you love them. Love your neighbor as yourself, and see the good in all.  What a wonderful world this would be if we all adhered to that mantra.

Feliz Navidad

Hasta la Vista

The Christmas Holidays came and went like a strong gale, leaving behind tons of wrapping paper, boxes, ribbons, and all the regalia associated with the celebration.  I sincerely hope it also left a feeling of serenity, peace, and hope.

For me, the empty space that I have carried with me since my hubby died is still there; it was the first Christmas without him, and although my children and I tried our best to carry on,  we could never quite fill it; it is much too big and deep.

The New Year  is almost here, and Father Time is about to retire and leave his legacy to the one who will carry on for him.  I look forward to it with some hope, and a lot of trepidation.  What will this year of 2010 bring?  I will relate my wishes for it.

Peace thoughout the world; the end to fighting and killing among all people, including the unborn.

Respect for each other’s thoughts and opinions; each mind has a world of its own.

The return of honesty and integrity; we have seen the efforts by our government to undo the damage of previous years.

A new re-born economy for our country and the world, a resurge of jobs for the unemployed.

A solution for the cure of the deceases which have ravaged society for so long.

The end of racism in all forms.

With the ending of the old year, we have time to reflect on what we have done, and what “we have failed to do”.  There are so many things that I wish I had accomplished, so many regrets on what I was unable to do.

My sincerest wish is to be a better person, to put aside petty thoughts, to do my best in all I do, and not to waste any moment of my time on “what ifs”.  Life is so fleeting, lose a heartbeat, and it is gone.

For family and friends, the best for the coming year.

Happy New Year and Feliz Ano Nuevo

Hasta la Vista

While glancing through a deluge of magazine and newspaper ads, circulars,catalogs, pamphlets, you name it, I noticed that there is one single big item missing .  While they lure you with bargains, seen and unseen, they laud family gatherings, banquets, parties, feasts, but they fail to mention why we are celebrating this Christmas Season.

Did they ever hear of the birth of the baby Jesus, born in a manger, in Bethlehem.  Did they know that the very first gifts of this celebration were given to him, born the King of Kings?  Three Wise Men from the East followed a star which guided them to the lowly birthplace where shepherds stood guard, and the animals gathered around to give him warmth.  They brought gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh,  and bowed before him.

Where did we lose sight of this?  It cannot possibly be only the fault of the merchants, they are, after all, in the business to sell their products and make money.  Most of the fault has to be with us humans who have placed material gains above all else.

I remember growing up, and being very content with my one gift from my parents, it was all we had, and we knew of no other families who had more.  Emphasis was placed on the religious nature of the special day, with posadas being held at the different neighborhood houses.  Us children would go from door to door, singing and begging for a place to stay, and being rejected by all, until the last home where the door was opened, and a party was held.  This was the re-enacting of Joseph and Mary’s trip, seeking shelter for the immediate birth of the baby Jesus.

Most families would celebrate the 6th of January, the feast of the Three Kings, to give their children the gifts that the Magi’s had left.  In our family we had Santa Claus leave our gift, and we went to church to pray and give thanks for what we had.

With the advent of computers, it is now possible to order items, and have no further contact with the recipient.   In my time, we had lay-a-way, and I remember going with my mother to diligently pay weekly on whatever she had purchased.  I believe this form of buying has gone with the way of the dinosaurs.

Perhaps this is progress, but I wish we could go back in time when life was not as fast, and people took the time to talk with one another.  At a recent family gathering, I had two children texting each other across the room; has oral speech also gone the way of the dodo?  If you have read any of those messages, you will wonder where the proper spelling of words has gone.

Maybe I’m showing my age, but this celebration seemed so much meaningful; when we looked forward to it without having it shoved down our throats even before the Thanksgiving holiday.

The baby Jesus did not need a grand hospital to be born; he came to earth as a humble human being, born in a manger, wrapped in swaddling clothes.  Maybe we should take a second look at our celebrations and remember that He is the reason for the Season.

Feliz Navidad

Hasta la Vista

The house has returned to normal, quiet, peaceful, and lonely, after the visit from my children for the Thanksgiving Holiday.  The refrigerator has returned from overload, the washing machine has issued a huge  sigh of relief from all the laundry, and the dishwasher is again empty.  Having fifteen additional people from the usual one in the house  is certainly different.

The turkey this year was prepared by my two daughters, who learned the stuffing secret from their Dad.   This was passed on through generations, having been related to him by his mother.  I can truly say that they were very good pupils, and their Dad was surely smiling from heaven at the results.  I know we all enjoyed the fruits of their labor.

My pooch and I are back to our  routine, with no Scrabble tournaments to participate in,  no Poker Games to bicker over as  to which hand actually won,  no shopping sprees to improve the local economy, and no casinos to attend by myself.


The visiting poochs got along fine with mine, after about an hour of suspiciously viewing  and growling at each other.  Then they went into a full playful mode, and we had no problems, other then being constantly delighted by their antics.  They are, after all, kissing cousins.

My offspring missed the second snowfall of the season here in Ruidoso, as it began snowing Sunday morning, after they had left.  If it wasn’t for the fact that they had to drive back to Dallas and El Paso, I would have liked for them to remain and enjoy the beautiful scenes that a snowfall creates.  Everything is pristine in its whiteness, and if ever there was an ugly sight, it was quietly covered and removed by the white gold.

Ski Apache officially opened its season on Thanksgiving Day, but the snow was man made.  After the weather reports started arriving, we realized that the skiers had missed the best part; but we know they will return, just as surely as the swallows return to Capristano every year, the snow enthusiasts will be back.

The Village has already been decorated for the coming Christmas Season, with all the shops lit in white, and the street lamp posts twined with silver.  It is a charming scene, worthy of any Thomas Kincaid  painting.  I enjoy driving through at night, when the shops have closed and the streets are deserted.  This does not happen as often as I would like, because I do not go out at night by myself, for many reasons, the major one being that my hubby and I often rode through the village thusly , and somehow, it just isn’t the same.

I had mentioned to my kids that I probably would not be putting up a tree this year, for the first time in 58 years, my soul still deeply mourning my beloved.  When I walked into the living room, there was the tree, and all my children busy with the decorations.  I felt my spirits lifting, and when my daughter brought out the village which was my hubby’s pride and joy, I could not hold back the tears.  My daughters and I held each other and cried, and my sons and sons-in law, stood around helplessly, until they decided maybe a hug would be welcomed.  I love them all dearly.

I hope that your Thanksgiving Day was as full as mine, and that all of us raised up our eyes and voices to heaven and gave thanks for our many blessings.

Hasta la Vista

I journeyed back today from my visit to our children in Dallas.  The time passes so swiftly, I can hardly believe a week has gone by.

This is the norm, the days pass by so slowly when you are looking forward to that trip, and they fly by when you are actually at your destination and enjoying the assorted family members surrounding you.

We spend the majority of the time talking, laughing, remembering, and sometimes crying.  As the holidays approach, we look forward to them with some trepidation.  This will be the first holiday season without my beloved.  To them it will be the first without their father, and grandfather.  He was so enthusiastic about everything that pertained to this time, that he infused it to everyone.

We will change a few things about the celebration, having decided to draw names this year for the first time in our history;  I can say in half a century, since he and I were married fifty eight years. We always did the shopping together, he carrying the packages and giving his nod of approval for whatever I chose.  His expertise was with the manly things, the girly ones he usually left to me.

This Thanksgiving we will all be together, except for my granddaughter who lives in New York, and a grandson who cannot bear to leave his dog in a kennel.  I told him if I didn’t have three dogs  already invited to the feast, I would tell him to bring his Maddie, but she is much larger than the other three pooches and I can foresee problems.  People who are not dog lovers will wonder at his decision to not come, but I completely understand;  I have been a dog person for years.

So, I look forward to their coming and to our time together.  They always love Ruidoso, and cannot bear the thought that one day I may have to sell the house and leave, but Father Time has a way of diminishing mere mortals, and I am a realist.  I will have to move closer to where I have more family and medical support, although my son who lives here tells me he would take care of me by himself, but I would not tie him down to an ailing mother, he still has his own life to live.

Hopefully that will be in the future, relegated to “some day”.  My health is good, and I am slowly but surely learning to live again.

Hasta la Vista


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