Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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The days are getting shorter, colder, and drearier; I wish spring and summer could last forever.

Fall and winter have their good sides, too.  Right now the leaves are turning red and gold, and we are having pine needles rain on our lawns.  Soon you will see  the piles and piles of pine needles raked and stashed at the side of all the roads in our mountain haven.  I have been told that they are good for the soil and should be left in place, but I still rake them, much to the chagrin of my muscles.

We just went through a week end of cowboys and wannabes.  The Cowboy Symposium was held at the Ruidoso Downs Racetrack, which luckily will still remain open, thanks to the many voters who supported the tax issue.   I still prefer to see  race horses; I’m not into cowboys.

The Oktoberfest is on its way, and its always a lot of fun.  My hubby and I would always attend the events held at the Convention Center; for one week end we became Germans.  I haven’t attended since his death, all those goings on have lost their appeal to me, it’s not fun being alone.

With my job, I find the days and weeks flying by; I am so thankful that I have it.  I now am eager to get home everyday to my pooch, and I find consolation in the fact that somebody still needs me.  He is always so happy to see me, but I sometimes suspect its also because he is hungry and knows that I will feed him.

I really felt alone yesterday when I had a scary hour or so.  I was sitting down for breakfast when my right nostril, out of the blue, starting bleeding, and I could not stop it, no matter what I did.  After half an hour, I started panicking, should I go to the hospital, was it serious.  I decided to stuff some Kleenex up my nose, and sat down at the computer, searching for cures for nosebleeds.

  It turns out that the best solution, which worked for me, was to pinch the nose for ten whole minutes, while putting a cold pack on the nose and cheeks.  Not having an ice pack, I settled for the nearest substitute, a frozen package of peas!  After the ten minutes were up,  I slowly unpinched the nose, put a dab of Vaseline up the nostril, and the bleeding had completely stopped.  I was thankful for that.  It did bring closer to home the precarious situation of being alone.  The son that lives here is always telling me to call him if I need him, no matter what time.  I almost took him up on it.

Hug your loved ones close today and everyday.  You never know when they will no longer be there.

Hasta la Vista

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There has never been a time when I have not been proud of my country.  When the Star Spangled Banner is played, I get chills up and down my spine, and the flag , proudly waving, brings tears to my eyes.  I am proud to state that I am a true Red, White, and Blue citizen, who also happens to be Hispanic.

This is the reason that I have decided to state my views on the recent controversy surrounding the new law passed by the state of Arizona.  In my opinion it is blatantly racist.  If a police officer stops a car driven by a blonde blue eyed citizen, for whatever infraction committed, does he ask for proof of citizenship?  No, this is only done when the driver happens to have brown skin, dark hair, and looks of Hispanic origin.  Then he or she is asked, in Spanish, for proof of the right to be in this country.  If this isn’t bigotry, racist, and whatever word you wish to call it, what is?

I never thought I would live to see the day when almost fifty percent of the population including myself,  would have to carry passports.  Is this the good old USA, land of the free, and home of the brave?

I don’t live in Arizona, and will skip that state on any of my travels.  If you wish to live in la-la land and believe it is all a big lie, ask someone you know who has endured this harassment several times, like my daughter in-law’s brother who happens to live in Phoenix, and now carries his passport.

At one time, before the word Hispanic came into being, we were simply called Mexican-Americans, and we laughingly referred to ourselves as the hyphenated ones.  Our men served their country honorably, going to war and dying to protect our homes and rights.  Of any ethnic group, ours has the most Medal of Honor winners.

At one time, before World War II, there was discrimination, sometimes blatant, in my home state of Texas.  If you were job searching, the want ads stated “Only Anglos need apply”.  In some restaurants we were denied service, and growing up, I never knew of any doctors, lawyers, head of companies, who had Spanish sir-names.  This all changed when the men came home with the knowledge that a different, better world existed out there.  They went to college on the G I Bill of Rights, knowing that with an education, they would provide a new, better world for their children. My grandparents, who came to this country with nothing but their dreams, would be proud of their offspring’s accomplishments.

There is still some discrimination, although obscurely hidden, but then there has  been, and will always exist, bigotry in many shapes and forms.  Sad isn’t it?

Today, I am proud to say, we are in every conceivable career available to all citizens, including having the first Hispanic Supreme Court Justice.

Arizona dares to question this?  Let our Federal government solve the immigration problem; isn’t the Constitution the law of the land, including that  of the sun-drenched state?

There, I have vented, and feel a lot better.  Letting off steam sometimes helps.

HAPPY JULY 4TH!  SAVOR YOUR FREEDOM

Hasta La Vista

Well, this week has been an unusual one to say the least.   I always have a peaceful, serene, uninterrupted, quiet peace of heaven around my house.  Not this past week.

It began by having two huge trucks parked halfway across my driveway.  They were from a local long distance company fixing what I believe to be their cable box.  Not even a humble, if snide, comment to ask my permission to block my driveway while they worked.  No, they just took it as part of their sovereignty and rights to do as they pleased.  I dressed in a hurry to go out and give them a piece of my mind, but when I got out there, they had left, leaving a big hole in the ground.  I figured they would be back, and I would confront them at that time.

Well, it so happened I was away whey they came and finished the job ( or so their job description says).  They left a large ridge which would allow the run off water to go straight into my yard.

I was fuming, as this had happened a couple of years ago and I could not get any satisfaction from any office I contacted.  Finally, I called the local street department, and they listened to me.  Their solution was to erect a rather large “speed bump” to allow the water to run straight down the street.  This was erected directly in front of my driveway.

I can live with that speed bump, however visitors who have not experienced the jolt while going over it, still complain to me about it.  It sort of juggles their lunch.

It rained quite heavily last night, and guess what?  The water ran straight into my yard.  Knowing better than to contact the company (as these things are not their fault), I went out and reconstructed the dam I had built before.  I am hopeful that it will again divert the water down the street.

You think my problems were over?  Of course not, you know the old saying, when it doesn’t rain, it pours?

The house across the street from me has been put up for sale.  Two large SUV’s were parked in their driveway over the weekend, and I could see a lot of activity.  They were changing out the water heater.  I was not peeking, but every time I looked out, some more things had been put in the driveway.  I assumed, as most of us villagers do, that large construction waste has to be carried to the dump.  Well, let me tell you, the cars had white license plates with a big star on them, and we know where they came from.

Monday morning I went out to empty the trash, and lo and behold, two LARGE old water heaters were next to the dumpster in front of my property.  Of course, no white licensed cars were in evidence, they had fled the scene.

I called the local waste department and reported the deed.  They were most helpful, and that morning sent out a truck to take away the horrible eyesores.  I wanted to have them report this to the real estate company which is selling the house, but they told me that I did the right thing in calling them, because otherwise nothing would have been done.

Since I felt like hitting someone, I took my ire out by pelting out this story on my blog.

There, I feel much better now.  Isn’t the message on the sign below ironic?  Just let Texans mess with you!

Hasta la vista

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I returned home today after a week and a half of traveling.  I spiraled off to Dallas and surrounding areas to visit my daughters and son who live there.

My trip had a double purpose, seeing them, and house and dog sitting.  I enjoyed both tremendously.  The pooches are a couple of six month old Westies, just as cute as they can be.  They are brothers from the same litter, so of course they had to have appropriate names.  After much thought and debate, their names became Niles and Frazier (as from the old Frazier television show).

They are very playful, and thank goodness , they are finally house broken.   As siblings go, they also have quarrels which can become quite noisy.  They learned quickly when grandma said “Stop” they were to end the barking and snarling.  Oh, and grandma also likes to read, so they are not to climb up on her lap or demand petting while she is thus occupied.  Its not very different from teaching your children the rights and wrongs of living.  Stern warnings usually accomplish the task.

I was not prepared for the weather there.  I had been told it was in the 80’s, so I took summer clothing.  When I arrived, a big storm hit, including tornado warnings, and the weather turned cold.  I borrowed my son-in-law’s warm sweat tops, and lived in them for a while.

As usual on my visits, all the family hangs out together, and we celebrated one grandson’s and daughter- in- laws birthdays with a lot of joking and laughing.  I did have a moment  in the bedroom I occupied; one of my beloved’s Greek sailor hats that he wore constantly was on display.  It took that glance to bring on the tears; I can’t help it, they come unexpected and unannounced.

My pooch and I were happy to return home, and begin our lives again.  The weather had turned colder, and we have the glorious golds and reds on the trees  surrounding our village.  Fall is here and winter not too long behind.  I will be considered a traitor when I state that I am not looking forward to it; I love the snow, but cannot drive in it.  The merchants love it, as it signifies the skiers will be arriving. I too will welcome them, from the safety of my easy chair in front of the fireplace.

Hasta la vista

The Puppies

Two weeks ago I began a new page in my life; I decided to start a painting project which my hubby and I had put off for a year because of his declining health.  He loved to sit by the window and view the many changes of the day, from dawn to dusk.  He always said “We’ve got to paint the deck, it really needs it”.

All these home upkeeps we did together, me being his assistant.  So it is no wonder that I learned the fundamentals of  building, carpentry, plumbing, painting.  I decided to put this small knowledge to good use and start with the deck.

I assembled all tools required, as I remembered them.  I could feel his presence urging me on when I became discouraged, such as forgetting to have a rag handy for wiping off drops of paint, etc.  Once I stepped on such a drop and had to quickly take off my shoes and clean them before I went in the house.

It has been two weeks, and today was the day I finally put the second coat of paint on all that wood!  All that is needed now is to put the sealer.  I did have some help for the past two weekends, my daughters from Dallas and my sons in law flew in to give me a hand, and of course I always have the presence of the one son who lives locally and always watches over me.  Without them I would not have progressed this far.  I am so lucky to have five children who are always willing to help in one way or another.

I had quite a conversation with some neighbors who dropped by while I was painting.  They were  four deer who stopped to eat some leafs from my trees, and did not mind that I was there.  They continued to feed their bodies while I continued to feed my soul.  I spoke to my husband and asked his opinion on my painting.  I knew he would say that I was doing very well, but was a little bit on the messy side. Those had always been his comments while alive, so why should they change with his passing?

I have started to learn the art of living alone;  I am not quite there yet and still have my moments, but they are beginning to be further apart.  I had never watched daytime television, but I now find myself watching the game shows, such as “The Price is Right”, “Deal of no Deal” etc.  I sometimes fantasize appearing on the shows and winning all that money; I might try it someday.  I don’t think I will act as crazy as some of the contestants, but then , you never know.

My little pooch and I walk the trail around one of the local golf courses every day, and it has turned out to be good exercise for both of us.  We meet all kinds of people and pets, and take the time to speak to them.

So life goes on,  and I am floating along with it.

Hasta la Vista

Sunrise

Upon my re-entrance into the everyday world, I was amazed and shocked at what the media, twitters, blogs, etc. are all up in arms about.

Radio Talk hosts, would be panelists, and even a disgraced convicted felon, G. Gordon Liddy, who was sent to prison for 20 years (although he only served 4), for conspiracy, burglary, and wire tapping, are now experts on whether President Barack Obama should be in office. What more stellar citizens and witnesses could anyone possibly want?

They are convinced, and have managed to manipulate hundreds of would be followers, that the President of these United States, duly elected by we, the people, is not a U. S. citizen!

Even the most illogical of persons can see the ridiculousness of all this. By the way, the dictionary states that “Ridiculousness” is “To be completely unreasonable and not at all sensible or acceptable”. It also gives another definition, “Silly and amusing”, isn’t that the truth!

Of course, logic has never entered into any of the claims that have surfaced since he took office, but what the heck, did logic ever convince anyone who wears blinders, and walks the straight unwavering path to a conclusion, reached before any evidence is presented?

Try talking some sense into some of these clods, and it is like talking to a stone wall. They are righteously upset, even spittle forms on their mouths, along with racial epitaphs.

I thought that we, as a country, had advanced forward and left a lot of this behind, but then I am, as the song goes “A cock-eyed optimist”, who tries to look for the good side in everyone. Sad to say, I have failed miserably in this when speaking to some of these people.

I can not honestly convey to you that all of them are Republicans, but the majority exists. How can a party, who lost the election, and most of their seats in Congress, pay back?  Their methods have always been questionable; rumors, slanted writings, back stabbing, you name it, and of course using the media.

How I wish we still had Walter Cronkite reporting to us. May he rest in peace in journalistic heaven, where the truth is always foremost.

Hasta la vista

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There’s a wonderful world out there.

I had forgotten about it since the death of my husband five months ago.  My world was wound around the pain of losing him, the loneliness of being without him, the confusion of being alone.

Some of the above has dissipated, but I cannot say that all of it is gone; I have been slowly reawakening to the world around me.

Yes, even the closest people to me have already gone back to their lives, and I realize that I must at least begin to do the same.

I came back home after two weeks of traveling between children’s homes, and even visited Florida, to a house of a friend, who is an extended family member.  She too, is a widow, and gave me many insights in to our mutual situations.  Unlike me, she has been widowed for five years, and has formed a new life in a new community.  I hope eventually, I will be able to do the same.

While there, my daughter, son-in-law, and I walked the beach every morning.  It took me longer because I stopped to talk to people, which has always been my nature.

I compared my pooch, back in El Paso with my son, to the pets they were walking, and I spoke doggie talk to them.

I stopped and conversed with parents and their children, admired their sand castles, and was amazed at one family who constructed a huge sea turtle.  The next day, the tide had eaten half of it.  I collected sea shells.

Speaking with a lot of single women, I found out that the majority of them were also widows, and we commiserated with each other.  There is a group out there that, through mutual grief, is bound together.

Back home again, I threw myself into the yard work which I had neglected.  The lawn and garden was a shared joy with my beloved, and I found solace in getting it into shape.

I started attending meetings with my Democratic party, and I was welcomed with open arms.  I began walking with my constant four legged companion.

Slowly but surely, the world around me is coming into focus.  The mountains are gloriously green, with the daily temperature in the 70’s and 80s’, and the nights nice and cool.  My husband’s pet name for our haven was “Cool Pines”.

Yes, there is a wonderful world out there.  I hope to discover more of it soon.

Hasta la vista.