Archive | December, 2024

Christmas Surprise

29 Dec

We kicked off Christmas morning sitting on our sun filled porch, quietly taking in the day. My MIL is very attached to opening gifts and she was gleefully tearing wrapping paper.

Merry Christmas Alice.

Suddenly our dog, Luna began barking frantically and we were shocked to see a dog standing in our yard. He was wet and shivering having just swum up out of the laguna. Where on earth did he come from?

A very sweet boy who we later discovered is named Oso.

In Mexico, Christmas is celebrated December 24 with family dinners, midnight mass and fireworks, It was the fireworks that sent Oso to our house and numerous other terrified doggos running and in the case of Oso, swimming for their lives. Poor things.

Another run away on Christmas Eve, a chihuahua named Larry. .
This beauty named Melon was also reported missing.

After posting notices on numerous community pages, we located Oso’s family. The reunion brought tears to our eyes as his excitement was demonstrated through whimpers, wiggles and wet kisses. Unfortunately there are no photos.

Melon and Larry also found their way home. We are lucky enough to be out of earshot of the fireworks in town. Many poor dogs are not so lucky.

DOS TORTAS

Hi Ho Hum

22 Dec

It seems that the older I get, the less enthralled I am with the lights, the gifts, and the fuss. Even our little Mexican town of Bacalar has a Santa parade and school Christmas shows. We’re having some folks over for a potluck so I guess any excuse to gather with friends and family is worth it. However you spend your time, I hope it includes what gives you pleasure. Happy Holidays.

DOS TORTAS

Our first Christmas many moons ago.
Our three kids.
Me with my brother William. My finger is bandaged because I rocked on it while sitting in my rocking chair.
My mother. Isn’t she a beauty?

Three Steps Forward Two Back

15 Dec

Healing is not a linear process. To do and not overdo takes trial and error and a lot of finesse. As I begin to put weight on my healing leg, pain and fatigue show up in unexpected ways and places.

In order to respect my body, I’m going to make this week’s blog short and sweet. I thought I’d post some of my artwork, none of which has been produced while I’ve been laid up. Stela has decided that my pens and sketchbook make a lovely place to nap.

Stela our blind pug.
One of my first attempts at painting on canvas.
A first abstract.
Collage
Much of my art is about the Laguna.
This one really spoke to me.
Mexican singer Lila Downs
Dark.

Have a good week, we got this!

DOS TORTAS

What A Week What A Week

8 Dec

After two and a half months of being bound to my bed, and not in a fun way, Lisa and I ventured out of the house three times this week. While it might not seem like much to someone who can stand up and walk to the kitchen, it was a big deal for us.

When we built our house ten years ago, we built a ramp from our front door to the car. Our house itself is on one level but we live on a steep hill with parking up top.

Tropical paradise but not for a broken leg.

In true Mexican style, the ramp was built way too steep and not according to any regulations. Pushing my walker up it this week took strength and self control not to laugh.

Our three outings were 1) to the doctor.

The grey area is bone growth. Yeah.

2) A birthday party and…

Fun dinner with friends.

3) An hour drive to the coast to meet up with friends who were visiting Mexico by cruise ship.

Great friends from Austin.

So to say we are tired is an understatement. The doctor released me to begin putting weight on my leg in a week. Light at the end of the tunnel.

DOS TORTAS

Visiting Notre Dame Cathedral

1 Dec

Watching Notre Dame burn in 2019 was heartbreaking. The entire world was horrified. When Lisa and I saw the news this week of the completed renovation and pending reopening, it sparked memories of our trip to Paris in March 2024.

April 2019 Stock photo

I know that the French get a bad rep, especially from entitled American tourists. Maybe the unfriendliness is true away from the city, but Paris was a delight for us. We stayed in a quaint boutique hotel behind the Louvre. The ancient “lift” took us to within two floors of our attic hideaway. The view was of the surrounding buildings, nothing to write home about but we enjoyed it immensely. The best part of the hotel stay, for me, was the daily warm baguettes for breakfast! I was in heaven.

View from the attic.

We are not foodies but enjoyed the waitstaff at every restaurant. They were multilingual, friendly and happy. One time we shared a table with a young couple from Mexico. They were living abroad for work and happy to speak Spanish.

St. Eustache

One of our stops was of course Notre Dame. We sat on the bleachers behind a plywood barrier, gazing upward at the scaffolding and the very busy workers. It was a gray day but we sat for a long time taking in both the sadness and the hope. It’s hard to believe it’s finished.

Artists across the Seine from the cathedral. Stock photo.

I guess we’ll have to go back. Of the five cities we visited on our whirlwind tour, London, Amsterdam, Paris, Munich and Salzburg, Paris was my favorite. And there’s so much we missed.

DOS TORTAS

PS Forgive my stock photos. All my pictures were stolen in my phone.

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