Archive | February, 2025

A Most Unusual Birthday Party

23 Feb

Unless you’ve been a student at the University of Texas, Austin, you may not know that there’s a glow-in-the-dark bowling alley in the basement of the Student Union. Said BA is open to the public and is a fun place for an adult birthday celebration. I don’t remember which birthday we were celebrating but friends showed and we had a blast.

Be sure to wear white.

Another year, I invited friends to pack a picnic lunch and fly kites. The weather was perfect.

When my sixtieth rolled around, I was looking for a location to throw a kick ass party and invite a lot of people. Our house was too small and most event places were too boring or too expensive or both. And then I stumbled upon the perfect location, a hardware store!

Closed 2018

A Barnes & Noble bookstore had closed near our house and was replaced by a bougie gardening/hardware store. With a high ceiling, the center of the store had been left open for workshops on composting, solar installation, vermiculture, etc. After a conversation that elicited a few odd stares, management agreed to my odd proposal. The store would remain open and we would provide music and cake! What could be better?

Music was provided by my dear friends The Therapy Sisters.

We took a family picture which included our three kids, DIL and grandson. Hard to believe it’s been thirteen years.

A side note – a few weeks after the party, I wandered into a small neighborhood bike shop that had recently opened. I was talking to the guy behind the counter when he said that he had recently quit Tree House to take this job. I laughed and said that I had had my birthday party there. His eyes got wide and he blurted out,”you’re THEE Alex”?! Ha ha ha. I am indeed.

DOS TORTAS

Maybe We Should Be Smugglers

16 Feb

In 2018, Clint Eastwood made a movie THE MULE, based on the true story of an eighty something man who became a drug mule to pay off debt and ingratiate himself back into his estranged family. Of course no one suspected for a long time that a grizzled, elderly was moving cocaine.

At the same time Mr Eastwood was making his movie, Lisa and I were driving up Baja California on our way to help out with our new born twin granddaughters. We were stopped continuously while large German shepherds climbed through our truck. Apparently probable cause does not exist in Mexico. Quite the experience.

As time has gone on, twelve years to be exact, our hair has gotten grayer, and the number of random searches in our area have definitely increased. They’re probably due to our proximity to the border with Belize and the general insanity in the world.

Many foreigners get nervous at being pulled over by the military wearing ski masks and toting machine guns. We’ve seen it so often that we hardly pay any attention.

It must be our old white women privilege. We always slow down and wave as they flag us through. Even this week we passed through a new pop-up check point and inquiring eyes peered into the car and waved us on. I always crack jokes that “the drugs are in the back,” to which my wife hisses, “don’t jinx us.”

Apparently we don’t fall into whatever profile they’re looking for. IDK, I think we could make good smugglers. What do you think?

DOS TORTAS

Three More Steps Forward

9 Feb

I have graduated from the walker to a cane. Watching a YouTube vid taught me how to use the bastón. It’s all about triangles, which is the most stable configuration. The weak leg and the cane move together with the cane on the opposite side. To climb stairs, remember, “good up, bad down”. Move the strong leg first when stepping up. Lead with the weak leg and the cane to step down.

This is the cane I use.

Now you know all you need to and I hope you never need to.

Stela says hi

Actually I hobbled up the stairs this week and drove myself into town. Free at last thank God I’m free at last. Of course it didn’t take much and by Saturday I was back on complete rest. Why quit when you can overdo it.

It’s lovely to be getting stronger. I’ve lost so much muscle in the last five months. At least the light at the end of the tunnel is a bit more than a flicker.

I have much to be grateful for. Hats off to my wife who has lovingly put up with me and become quite the home chef in the process. And thanks to you all who have been my cheerleaders. It has made all the difference.

DOS TORTAS

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Life Is So Unpredictable

2 Feb

When my youngest brother was in hospice care dying of brain cancer, I wanted to do something for him, but there was little to be done. He had stopped speaking and just looked at us with soft eyes. My brother was a character. He was a hair stylist and a massage therapist. He used to volunteer at a prison, going in with only clippers to sculpt Afros. He loved it.

Such a cutie. Youngest of five.

What about a massage? I found the yellow pages (remember them?) and looked for a candidate. I scrolled through the list, getting either no answer or no dice. But then…

He was just beginning to have symptoms when this picture was taken.

I found a guy who was willing to come out. He was a rotund gay boy who had worked on many dying men during the AIDS crisis. He was wonderful. I saw my brother’s face relax. He loved it.

My mother’s wedding.

When our angel was done he asked if we’d like to do Reiki on Michael. Reiki is a hands on healing/energy work. I was familiar but had never tried it. He cradled my brother’s head. I stood holding his feet. My daughter was on one side and my sister-in-law on the other. I closed my eyes, not knowing what to expect.

After his first surgery.

The room was quiet. My hands began to tingle. The only way to describe it was an electrical current entering one hand, traveling my body and out the other. We were a healing circle and I was incredibly moved. As we exited the room, our angel glowed. I don’t know how else to describe it. As I hugged him expressing my gratitude, the TV across the hall was playing “Amazing Grace”. It was as close to a miracle as I’ve ever experienced.

Michael (left) healing from first brain surgery. Me, oldest brother.

I have since become both a massage therapist and a Reiki practitioner. Loosing my youngest brother changed me. I can’t believe it will be the twenty fifth anniversary of his death this year. I miss him every day.

DOS TORTAS

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