Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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The beginning of a new life!

Nothing else at this time could have possibly been any better for me.  I witnessed the wedding of my only granddaughter on May 29 of this year, wearing my wedding dress, which her mother also wore .  Is there possibly any greater event than that?

It sent my spirits soaring, viewing the world with a new perception; I was really refreshed, renewed, and rejuvenated.

The majority of my family ventured to New York, and we had a wonderful time.  Before the ceremony and festivities, we toured Central Park on a pedicab ( a rickshaw powered by a bicycle and powerful legs), saw a Broadway show, piled through the crowds at Time Square, endured a human traffic jam, and saw all sorts of odd characters.

I even had my picture taken with a character I had never heard of,  the Naked Cowboy!  My children had heard of him as he has been well publicized.  He was wearing Jockey shorts, cowboy hat and boots, and a guitar.  I can hardly wait to have it printed to send to all my friends.

I also had a pic with Spongebob Square Pants, that one will go to my youngest grandson, the older ones being over 19 and would probably not be interested.

We met with members of the bridegroom’s family at the rehearsal dinner, and they all were extremely nice and friendly.  I commented to them that this would be a WOW, Italian and Mexican families merging, and they agreed.

The ceremony was held at St. Augustine Roman Catholic Church in Brooklyn, a beautiful church resembling the great cathedrals of Europe.  I was escorted down the aisle by my grandson Chris, and I must say we made a pretty picture.

My daughter and son-in-law escorted the bride down the aisle, and I have to say , the tears started.  I couldn’t help it, wishing with all my heart that my hubby could have been there.  My granddaughter assured me that he was looking down from heaven and smiling broadly.

We had a grand time at the reception, and I cajoled, begged, and pleaded for my sons or grandsons to dance with me.  I must say, they did not inherit our dancing genes, but they did try.  I even did the twist with my son-in-law.

We returned to Dallas the next day, weary and worn out.  The crowds and traffic do get to you, and not to mention the crazy taxi drivers.  We only used the subway once, but even that was an experience.

To my granddaughter and new grandson, all the love in the world.  You have the world in your hands, and the Lord has you in his.

Hasta La Vista

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It is such a blessing to return home.

Months past I did not think of it with anticipation, rather with a form of dread.  After all, I was coming home to an empty house which had once been filled with love and laughter.

I looked at this homecoming with a new and fresh prospective.   I was so lucky, how many people on this earth do not have a place to call home?  I see them on street corners, and even if I stop traffic, I always give them something.   Paraphrasing  The Good Lord ” Do this unto the least of me, and you do it to me.”  I have been chastised and advised that even with a small alm I might be giving them money to buy booze or drugs; that is up to them, I have done my part.

I also see the homeless after the devastation of hurricanes, floods,  earthquakes and other major disasters.  How could I not feel blessed to have a house to come home too, no matter how empty or how sad?

So I am back  after attending my granddaughter’s bridal shower, and spending Easter Sunday with my children in Dallas; both events happy and chaotic.

We almost had a bridal shower without the bride.  When the date was planned, it was not anticipated that it would be the weekend when most college students would be returning home after the spring break, so the airlines were doing a full plane-sold out- business.  With my granddaughter being part of the board of directors of the family NSU club (No Sense of Urgency) she left the flying plans until the last minute.

Both my daughters who work for the airlines spend almost all day contacting every possible flight leaving New York for Dallas, through most cities they thought were never traveled.  They even enlisted the aid of a friend from another airline in their search.  When they finally thought they had a flight, they would book it only to find the last seat had been sold. FRUSTRATION!!!

They finally found one seat on a flight from Newark to Oklahoma City, where she rented a car and drove to Dallas.  At her shower we crowned her the new CEO of the NSU club.  Before this day, she had only been vice president.

Taking this example , we have all made our plans for our flights to New York for the Big Day on May 29 (which also happens to be the week end of Memorial Day).  Good Luck to us.

Happy- Spring -is- almost- here- day.

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.

HOW BORING!

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 have been in hog heaven for the past two weekends; first my two wonderful daughters flew in from Dallas to spend one week end and then my two sisters, one from El Paso, the other from California, came to see me.

Those days are always the hardest for me to spend alone.  That is when my hubby and I did everything around the house and garden, shopped, dined, went to the slots and tried out luck.  We also went out of town every few months, Dallas, El Paso, Albuquerque and Santa Fe.  We loved to explore and try new things, especially new restaurants.

The first week end my daughters and I spent talking, walking, laughing, eating, and shopping.  The days flew by so fast, before I knew it,  they were gone.  I endured the following days because I knew my sisters were coming .

They arrived and we also spent a lot of time reminiscing on the old days, even going back when we were young and still lived at home.  My older sister and I did a lot of things together, once we were so bored when our parents were not home that we took turns taking pictures of each other in different places and quirky poses.  So of course, we took the photo albums out and laughed at ourselves.

I am nine years older than my younger sister, so my thoughts of her were as a baby girl, who took my place in the house as supreme being.  I never envied her that position because I loved her with all my heart, and I still do.

Our conversations also centered on the antics of my beloved,  he was such a card.  We laughed and cried together at some of the comments he was always making.  This has served as a catharsis for my soul.  Speaking of him and remembering him are also a part of healing.   This is not always understood by a majority of people, who think that if they mention his name I will fall apart.  I tend to do this alone, in the privacy of my home.

My sisters and I also spent time in the kitchen, cooking, exchanging recipes, and  helpful hints on easier ways of doing things.  After all, we have a combined total of one hundred sixty seven years of married lives, which gives us quite an edge over newly weds.  Oh, we also talked about different ways of handling our husbands!

My older sister and her husband (who was wonderful by enduring our ceaseless talking) left two days ago, and I will have my younger sister for another week, so I am deliriously happy.  I know that she has an allergy to dog hair, and has been  supportive of my love for my pooch.  He, in turn, tries his best to get her to pet him, doing his one and only trick of sitting up and begging.  It hasn’t happened yet, but maybe on our trip back to El Paso

I will be visiting my children in Dallas the week after she leaves, so will still have plenty of company.

To paraphrase  from one of Dean Martin’s old songs, “How lucky can one gal be?”

Hasta la vista

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