Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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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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September 10, 1950.

A day that lives in my heart, evoking memories of  a happy event which changed our lives forever.

Today would have been our 59th wedding anniversary.

I think back and remember the excitement we felt, ready to take on the world, for we had each other and nothing could stop us.

Exiting the church, a friend of my new hubby informed him that he had just been recalled into the Navy.  This was the beginning of the Korean War, and so for the first few months of our newly wedded bliss, this little black cloud hung over our heads, as he was also in the Naval Reserve.

Thank heaven the call never came.

So much has changed since that day, it is almost impossible to believe.  We now live in a world of new innovations which did not exist at that time; computers, television, cell phones, newer and newer electronic devises, faster automobiles, heating and cooling  sun powered units, microwave ovens.  How did we ever get along without them?  We even saw man land on the moon! Since then we have witnessed numerous excursions into outer space.

Wrapped up in our lives and the children that followed, we were also very aware of the happenings around us.  We experienced the many events which are now a part of history; the assassination of a President and his brother, and also that of a civil rights icon and many men and women who fought for their rights.

As man is also the worst enemy of man, we have gone through several wars, with more ferocious and destructive weapons.  Will we ever learn?

Life is so short, enjoy every minute of it; turn around and half of your existence is gone.

What I wouldn’t give to have my love here with me, fifty eight years were not nearly enough.

Hasta la vista

100_0601I found myself, for the first time since my beloved died, looking  forward to coming home.

It has been six months.  Each time I returned from a visit to children and relatives, I realized that I was entering the same empty house that I had left, and the pain hit.  It has not lessened, but just the joy of arriving at  the house which we so lovingly tended, helps to ease the eternal feeling of loss.

I gaze with pride at the newly painted deck, the freshly mowed lawn,  and think, this is My house.

Although I have been gearing myself towards selling, sometimes thinking of it gets overwhelming.  Never to enjoy again the feeling of self esteem over the additions that we both made, the office, storage room, the wall papering, painting, the covered wrap around deck, the parquet floor in the kitchen.  They all served to enhance and increase the value of our home.  Offsetting these thoughts are the lonely days and nights, in a village where I have loads of acquaintances, but very few friends.

I don’t know who was most upset , my pooch or I, after finding that deer had eaten all my flowers while we were away.  I consider these four legged creatures my friends, as long as they eat the wild flowers that grow all over the place, but not the little  plants which I so lovingly cared for and tended.  They were blooming profusely when I left, now there are only stumps left.

Today the culprit showed up again.  It was a stag with four point horns; he was getting ready to jump over the fence into our yard, when my great protector sensed him, and flew out in a rage, as far as the steps, from where he barked ferociously.

The stag only stared at him, and stood his ground,until I came out and told him to leave.  He dared me for a bit, but then finally turned around and left. I’m sure he’ll try to get back in and get the rest of the flowers, but we will be on guard.

My visit to our children in Dallas was wonderful, I got to see all of them and had the bonus of seeing my granddaughter, who lives in New York, fly in while I was there.  I met her boyfriend, a very nice young man whom I approve of.  They are talking marriage, and I certainly hope the best for them, for, as the song goes “I’ve had a love of my own”.

Believe it or not, after 30 years since my last bowling game, I went bowling again!  It was with my granddaughter and her sweetie, and we had a roaring good time.  When we went home my son in law informed me that he had a score of 72 at golf, and I retorted that score was our high  at bowling, so you can imagine what our game looked like.

The days are getting shorter, and the feeling of fall is in the air.  I don’t know whether to be happy or sad.

Hasta la vista

The natural disasters which have taken place, earthquakes, floods, hurricanes, etc. have all claimed lives.  Yet more lives are lost worldwide by man’s inhumanity to man.

Have we not learned the lessons taught us by history? Are we again on the road to mankind’s destruction?

Armageddon, the battlefield described in the Bible in Revelation, as the scene of the predicted final struggle between good and evil, seems to be inching its way into society.  The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, war, civil strife, hunger and death, seem to be riding full gallop at our world.

Is there a defense against all this?

In my opinion, the defense must begin in our own homes.  We must teach our children to respect their bodies, their homes, their schools, and their world.

To respect their bodies, they must treat them as temples of good, forsaking the drugs which bring instant gratification, but turn quickly into life-long dependency.

We have recently seen examples of this where several young actresses and performers have wound up in jail.

To respect their homes, they must first obey their parents and follow the guidelines set for them.  Their home is a place of refuge, from which the world’s ills can best be avoided.  Granted, parents are not perfect, but the great majority want what is best for their children.

The youngsters, on the other hand, are unformed beings who learn by example.  The parents have the task of being the first and foremost teachers to their offspring.  If the base is solid, it will hold against all temptations thrown at them by the world.

We are brothers and sisters in humanity, placed here to protect and save our environment for future generations.  What reward can there be in traveling to the moon and distant planets, if we cannot cross the street to help a human being in distress?

Today’s young ones are the leaders of tomorrow, perhaps residing in our own home. They  should be learning compassion and caring; the future captains of industry must temper their achievements with deeds of charity.  Money can buy a multitude of “things”, but seldom buys happiness.

We adults must take a good hard look at ourselves.  We did not individually cause the havoc being wrought, but we can unite to fight and correct it.

Let’s join hands and start that fight; how about it?

Hasta la vista amigos.

Earth

Well, here I am again, back home after spending several weeks traveling between children, sisters, and family.  My trip back was highly anticipated and dreaded at the same time; anticipated because, as the saying goes, “There’s no place like home”.  Unlike Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, I could not just click my heels, and be back home where everything would be the same.  I came back to the same empty house.

However, this time, I had plans to keep myself busy.  The yard work was waiting, the scrapbook was just begun, and I still had to go through files and files of paperwork, deciding what was to be kept and what was to be shredded.  I had returned with dozens of books to read, letters to write, and bills to pay.  The semblance of an average day was almost upon me.

Not having a job to go to, after years of working, I could easily get up late every morning, but I find myself not able to sleep after 6:00 A. M.  My constant companion, a mutt named Chico, who is part Boston Terrier and something else, is up at that time and ready to start the day.  He takes it upon himself to chase away all intruders in our yard, be it cats, birds, and even deer.

One meeting of a large stag and my pooch took place not too long ago.  I had let him out the door without first checking to see what he would be chasing.  He took off like a wild beast, barking his head off, only to encounter a huge mammoth with horns.  He quickly retreated to the safety of the house and continued to bark from the front window.  Situations such as these make me laugh, and I forget my loneliness for a while.

With summer upon us, the woods are lovely, and old Mother Nature has awakened from her long winter’s sleep.  The blue jays have returned, looking for the peanuts which I set out for them; soon the hummingbirds will make their appearance.  The bears are also awake now, but I have not seen any of them.  The bear locks which were installed in our dumpster keeps them at bay.

I am grateful for those locks, remembering several years ago when we returned home to find a large bear sitting in our driveway, eating his meal from our dumpster-cafeteria.  We honked, blinked the lights, and made all sorts of noises.  He looked at us, ignored us, and went on eating.  After ten or fifteen minutes of this stand-off, we gave up and decided to quietly exit the car and go into our house.

He was still there when we went to bed.   To the victor belong the spoils.

Until next time, Hasta la vista.

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