Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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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.

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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.

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While visiting my children in Dallas, I was witness to a display by Mother Nature, the likes of which I had not seen.  It was a storm that brought tornado warnings and sirens wailing.

We were out on some errands, and had not been watching television, or listening to the radio.  We saw storm clouds gathering, and were thanking the heavens for rain to come.

Before our very eyes, the skies turned into menacing black swirling entities, and the winds started.  Our cell phone rang, the family urging us to return home, and announcing the tornado warnings.  Needless to say, we jumped in our vehicle, and got back as soon as possible, which in Dallas time, meant at least a half hour to forty five minutes.

The television was blaring, showing the red masses which signified the storm, and Dallas County was right in its path.  That night we saw marble size hail, winds up to 90 miles per hour, and sheets of rain which seemed never ending.

My children are used to this, they have experienced it many times before, but to me, it was something entirely new, and so foreign to my mountain dwelling.  My son is fascinated by these tantrums of nature, and was outside viewing everything, and was happiest in this element.  I hovered in the house, thinking of going into the nearest closet, or bathroom, as suggested by the media.

It seemed a lifetime, but the rain and wind abated somewhat, but continued into the night.

I was scheduled to depart the next day, but because of the lingering lightning and rain, most flights were delayed for hours, if not permanently canceled.  I prudently decided not to leave until the following day.  Even then, the airport was crowded and people scurried about, checking on flights.  A man I talked to had been at the airport for five hours, and did not know when his plane would take off.  My flight was only delayed forty five minutes, for which I was thankful.

Landing in El Paso, I was back to the dry desert heat, and driving to Ruidoso, I savored the green cool pines that surround my abode.  I was never happier to arrive home.

Certainly, you cannot fool around with Mother Nature, especially when she’s having a bad day.

Hasta la Vista

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I have been reading, viewing, listening, and growing angrier by the minute, at the comments made by Republicans concerning the nomination of Sonia Sotomayor by President Obama for the post of Justice of the Supreme Court.

Judge Sotomayor has drawn the ire of one of the loudest mouths of that party, Rush Limbaugh, who has called her a racist.  Racist?  This by the man whose picture appears in every dictionary next to that word?  He who has positioned himself against blacks, browns, yellows, gays, native Americans, and every ethnic group outside his immediate group of elitists?

Let’s see, Judge Sotomayor is an American, a woman, and a Hispanic, in that order.  This last description is the key word to his ramblings, he is ignoring the fact that she has been an outstanding presence in the Judiciary for many years, a Court of Appeals Judge, nominated by President Bill Clinton.  Even at that early date, Limbaugh was already calling her an “ultra liberal” who was on a “rocket ship” to the highest court.

I would put her record, from humble beginning, against any person whom Limbaugh lauds. She was born in the Bronx, a borough of New York City.  Her father was Puerto Rican, who came to the this country so his children would have a better life.  Have you heard that before, in my writings?

Sonia was diagnosed with diabetes at an early age.  She has stated that at the age of 10, she decided she wanted to be an attorney, and worked her whole life towards that goal.  She earned scholarships to both Princeton and Yale.

The comment that she made and for which she has been called racist, was when she stated that as a Latina with modest beginnings, and a lifetime of experience, she would be better qualified than a while male with her qualifications.  I strongly agree with her.

Holy Sheet!  The Republicans jumped on that ship and have been sailing high ever since.  Notice that her comments had both “woman and Latina”, a red flag to ultra conservatives.  How typical.

They have said that they do not plan to filibuster her nomination, but knowing their methods, I am sure they will make every endeavor  to make her life hell.  They are not quite so stupid as to go against the growing Hispanic voters, but will make her nomination a very steep climb to that coveted Supreme Court spot.

I hope they fail miserably.

Hasta la vista

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While watching the news on television, and reading the daily newspapers and magazines, I was a tat confused. Did we not have an election where Barack Obama became president? Were we back in the quagmire of the Bush administration?

The confusion arose because Dick Cheney is again feeding fear mongering to the masses. Although he is no longer Vice President, he seems to be ignoring that fact. His mission in life now is to undermine and undercut anything that the present administration is doing.

Eight years of the Republican rule which brought disaster to the American people was not enough for him, he wants to continue with the failed policies of the past.

Now he has taken on former Secretary of State Colin Powell, claiming that Mr. Powell is no longer a Republican. King Cheney is now donning the cloak of royalty and declaring who is and is not a member of his party. This is welcome news to radio commentator Rush Limbaugh, who is trying his hardest to be known as “THE” leader.

They both decided that since Mr. Powell endorsed President Obama in the last election, he has become a Democrat.

We would welcome him with open arms, but he has declared the two “champions of the Republican right” are very wrong. He stated “Rush will not get his wish, and Mr. Cheney was misinformed”. Those are indeed kind words considering the barrage hurled at him.

While most loyal Democrats, and I consider myself one, will regale at the in-fighting among Republicans, I find that I commiserate with Mr. Powell.

He is a war hero, who has served his country admirably for many years. Cheney never served in the military, taking every deferment available to keep him out of the army during the Vietnam war. He has declared he had “other priorities”. Limbaugh was classified as 4-F, making him not healthy enough to serve, a football injury, you know. What starting assurances!

My suggestion would be that Limbaugh discontinue to inflame his audience, and that Cheney go back to that “undisclosed” location where he has been hiding.

Hasta la Vista
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A man’s feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world”–George Santayana

The above chord struck a note within me, it was resonant because several years ago legislation was passed by our neighboring country of Mexico that allows citizens born there to have dual citizenship.

While I was not born in Mexico, my grandparents were.  They left to find a better life in this country.  I have no desire to have any other citizenship than that of the USA.

My grandparents, if alive, would heartily agree.  They left all that was familiar to them to establish themselves in a foreign land.  Everything was strange to them–language, customs, etc.  They foresaw that their children and grandchildren would have better lives in this land of opportunity.  Not a day goes by that in my heart I thank them.

I have no quarrel with those few individuals who have chosen to accept the offer and have that dual citizenship.  We are a nation of immigrants, and unless you are Native Americans, your forefathers came from somewhere else.  Then, why the intolerance of one race against another?

Children are born without prejudice, it “Must be Carefully Taught”, as a song from the musical “South Pacific” states.  They learn it at home, through the behavior, actions, and words of their parents.  What a heavy burden to carry, to look in the mirror and face yourself, knowing you have fed into the minds of your innocent children, hatred and bigotry.

I love the United States, complete with all its faults.  I can think of no other country where I would care to live.  I always get chills when I hear the “Star Spangled Banner”, and tears in my eyes when “America the Beautiful” is sung.

My husband and I traveled to many foreign lands, and enjoyed every minute of it.  We explored the different cultures, tasted a variety of food, tried communicating in different languages, joined in their celebrations and commiserated in their anguishes.  We respected their customs and their laws.

There is no greater feeling than that of returning to your own soil. A cloak of peace descends upon re-entering our country.

Yes, there are prejudiced people who resent the fact that we speak Spanish; but there are also those who admire and even envy our ability to do so.

Yes, there are people, who in fits of anger over dozens of undefined reasons, will tell us to “Go back where you came from”.

I can proudly answer, I am where I came from; I am home.

Hasta La Vista.

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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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