Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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Have you ever come to a crossroads in your life, pausing and looking right and left, wondering which road is your destiny?

I have come to that exact spot and am a little “bothered and bewildered” as the song states.  My predicament stems from the question , should I sell my house and move back to my hometown of El Paso, or should I stay and brave the loneliness, and uncertainty of my life as it stands now?

My husband and I loved our life here in Ruidoso, but since his death I have found myself doubting my existence in this beautiful peace of earth.  I visit my children in Dallas and El Paso, and love my stay there, but the missing link is still back home among the peaceful pines.  I miss the calm, the serenity, the beauty and my house; but most of all, I miss my hubby.  Would it be different anywhere else?  It has been seventeen months since his passing, and each day brings me closer to that decision.  Financially, I would be better off by selling, but spiritually, I’m not sure.

I have spent the last few weeks painting and sprucing up the house, with the help of the son who lives here.  My biggest regret in selling would be leaving him here; he has taken his Dad’s place as my handyman, and  daily support system.

The house has not been put up for sale, but word of mouth has brought several people to see it.  Hope is eternal, and if it is God’s will, then it will happen.  I place myself at his mercy.

The weather has been wonderful, we are getting some rain almost every day, so the forest is at its pristine best.  The days are cool, the temperature drops about 20 degrees after the moisture from heaven, so when I see the weather reports from around the country, I am so happy I am at this place at this time .

My hometown beckons to me, I have two sisters there, a son, and countless livelong friends; I also have my hubby at the Fort Bliss National Cemetary.  Here in the cool pines I have many acquaintances, but very few friends.   Do you see my predicament?

Hasta La Vista

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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