Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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The name says it all–I don’t know what to call my writings for today, except that.

It started as an ordinary day, being awaken by my faithful alarm clock (my pooch Chico) at 5:30 A. M.  Why go back to bed?

I turned on my computer and started by reading all my e mails, none too important, people trying to sell me things I don’t need or want.  Those that I do answer are all my faithful Publisher’s Clearing House notes which promise to make me a millionaire.  Why not?  Somebody has to win, it might as well be me.

Then I check my bank, want to make sure of what I’ve got, then I go to the fun stuff==Facebook!  Here is where I get to read all the postings of those who are my friends on this wonderful website.  I see their pictures, read their comments, laugh at some and pout at others.  I don’t write anything, except maybe a comment or two on my families postings.  Who would know that someday I would be able to keep up with everyone’s doings, whether they wanted me to or not.  Hey, put it on Facebook and the world knows about it.

I went to the casino and had some good luck; the penny slots were good to me.  Several hours pass and I forget everything except what’s going on in their digital brains.  One game in particular gets my fancy; they are all rock and roll insects who play the guitar, and when you hit the bonus, they all play their hearts away while giving you money.  What a good past time if you don’t overdo it, because sometimes they refuse to come out and play.

I  got home and had some sad news , an old friend passed away.  By old, I don’t mean by age, but by years of knowing him.  He was somewhat instrumental in getting my hubby and me together.  He was a friend to both of us, and eventually we met through his sisters.

We were close at one time, as young married couples tend to be; then our children started to arrive and pulled us in different directions. We met here and there and compared notes, but time slipped away and before we knew it, the Good Lord called them both home; I am sure they will meet again , and be pals as they once were. As Sophocles said “Now let the weeping cease, let no one mourn again, these things are in the hands of God”.

It’s easy to say,  but so hard to do.  Next month will mark the second anniversary of my love’s passing, and I know he is in God’s hands, but I am here by myself, coping as best I can.  Each day is a new beginning, and passes quite quickly.  I don’t know where my life is heading, but I want to be fully aware of it when it does.

Assure your families that they are loved, over and over again.

Hasta la Vista

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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

Well, my week of dog and house sitter ended on a happy note, and I started my trek back home, although I tell my hubby no place is home without him.  My own pooch, Chico. and my son’s dauschund are “kissing cousins” and get along well together; so well that when we leave for home we have to put Corky in a bedroom and close the door because he goes bananas when he sees we are going without him.

The week seemed to fly by, and I got to see a lot of my friends, and spent time with my two sisters.  I window shopped at the big stores, and missed Louie some more.  When we went to the “big city” and the malls, we would split up and keep in touch by cell phone, except when he forgot to turn his on.  This was followed by an all out hunt at his favorite places, Radio Shack, and any store with kitchen wares, where I would usually find him.

El Paso has grown so much from the small lazy city we both grew up in.  I did visit the Bowie Bakery, where it has stood for many years, serving our people .   My sister and I bought the sweet breads of our youth, and relived experiences.  We did not grow up in South El Paso like my hubby, but I shared memories that he related to me.  The old Bowie High School he attended is now Roosevelt school, but the building is the same.

My trip back home was marred by car trouble, although I had the oil changed and the tires checked before starting.  At the Border Patrol check point a dinging sound went off and the light on the car icon came on.  Not knowing what it meant, I waited until the Border Patrolman asked me for my citizenship, and I replied by asking him what the icon meant.  He was very nice and told me I should have the engine checked in Alamogordo.

I stopped at the first car parts store I came to;   A message had appeared on the screen showing “power steering”.  The men at the store were very helpful but very confused because they could not find where the fluid should be installed.  They checked their computer, the car’s instruction book, and told me they could not help me; the power steering was computerized, and I would have to go to the  dealer.

Great News, there is no Chevrolet dealer in Alamogordo.  I hit the panic button and called my son in Ruidoso and he came to get me.  Well, as it happens, when he started the car, the icon was not visible, and the steering wheel was fine!  We drove around for about an hour, and it worked perfectly, so I decided to drive on in, and the car behaved beautifully.  However, I am taking it to the dealer this morning, I think it was just a warning, and I sure don’t want to be caught again.

There, the Perils of Alicia have ended.  I am back home for a few days and will be leaving soon for Dallas; looking forward to seeing my children and grandchildren in Big D, and of course, my future grandson-in-law.  Hey Scott, did you tell your buddies your fiancee’s  grandma beat you at bowling?

A final note, the auto dealer says he ran a computer analysis and that it showed the car needed a new steering column to the tune of $600.00; he just happened to have the part in stock and could have it ready that same day.  I called my son  and he told them to forget it, we picked it up and took it to another shop which also checked it with the computer.   Guess what?  No codes showed and nothing was wrong with the steering column.  I guess the dealer figured he had a big sale with a woman who did not know anything about cars (which I dont) but I have my sons to guide me.  The mechanic told me the band thingy (not his words) was worn and loose and should be replaced, when the car heated it would send wrong messages to the computer.

Guess I’m just lucky to have sons who know about cars and an honest mechanic on my side. Oh, by the way, I had to pay the dealer $79.00 for the analysis and he would not give me a print out on it.

Hasta la Vista