Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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You have all certainly heard that old story/fairy tale about “The Cat in the Hat”?

Well I have a new one for you, The Cat in the Church.  This is not a fairy tale, but a true story of a certain gold and white Tabby who has decided to make the church his Sunday home.

Several months ago he wandered rather leisurely up the center aisle of our church, St. Joseph’s Mescalero Apache Mission in Mescalero, New Mexico.  He was picked up and taken outside.  Being very wiley, he sneaked back in whenever the door was opened by a parishioner.  After quite a few attempts to keep him out, he prevailed in making this building his own.

He obviously belongs to someone, as he sports a jaunty red collar, and he keeps himself/herself well groomed.  The children are quite taken with him, and a lot of grown ups too.

He fancied me during last Sunday’s service, sat on my lap and purred, than wandered over to my two friends and did the same.  He decided it was time for his grooming, and spent quite some time doing this chore which is normal to felines.  Deciding he looked quite handsome, he jumped off, and went to the altar to sit among the flowers and gaze at the audience.  He also gave the choir the once-over, but thankfully did not join in the singing.  I think he is masculine, but has a feminine-sounding meow.

Our priest decided that since he had made himself part of the congregation, he would name him Cat-achism.  This elicited a few groans and chuckles. Where he spends the rest of the week is a mystery, but Sister feeds him whenever he does show up.

This started me thinking; God loves all his creatures, man included, so it is quite normal that this particular feline feels at home in His house.

During the Christmas season, when a full teepee was installed at the altar, with the Holy Family inside, the priest said Cat-achism led the congregation in paying homage to them by visiting the teepee at the end of services.  This was said tongue-in-cheek, but some truth prevails in this.  After all, at the birth of the Christ Child, it was the animals who kept Him warm in that manger.

So,  it is that a small creature feels comfortable, and welcomed in His presence.

Would that the rest of the world behaved likewise.

Hasta La Vista

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

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