Month: July 2006

My last post was terribly depressing… I am so sorry! I have made it to Mexico and my gracious hostess has let me have a few minutes on the computer so of course I had to blog! I have been working diligently on my spanish, it sucks tho, and I have visited a bunch of churches already.  I has been great. I go to Oaxaca tomorrow, where I was supposed to see a festival that is being postponed due to violence in the area! WOO HOO…. oh well, as long as they do not cancel the crafts people I will be good.

Went for a walk around the lake this evening. Didn’t get far before I heard splashing noises. Walked a bit further along and stopped at a break in the brush to see what was splashing. Two teenaged boys came running towards me to see what had happened with the splashing. There was a duck that was drowning, his head obviously caught on something. It was really sad.

I’m going to Mexico. Currently, there is political unrest concerning the elections. I hope I come home in one piece. Make sure you guys take care of yourselves.

I always feel like my blogs should ‘say’ something, or at least be entertaining.  Probably because it’s a public forum and I feel I must produce for the public.  But tonight I don’t feel like it. I’m just going to rant. Heck it’s not like a total of maybe 5 people read anything I write anyway.. why can’t I just be informal?

I’m tired, but it’s midnight and I’m waiting up for my youngest child to come home from the movies. Not sure why waiting up is the thing that parent’s do when their teen is this age, but I can’t help it.  It’s not like depriving myself of sleep is going to make her come home any safer or faster, but it just seems to be the thing you do.

Does anyone else have this silly notion that housework is done only during the day? I have tons of things I could be doing, but housework is not one of the things I’ll do in the evening. Silly thought there. I’ll do work related projects until I fall asleep, but the thought of sweeping the kitchen floor or cleaning the toilets at midnight seem so wrong.

I went to dinner to visit some friends – mental note, I need to send them a quick email- and while I was there, Jenny came in with her sister. Funny, ’cause I had thought to call Jenny and see if she was busy but I got all tied up in being angry at my husband and didn’t. Just as well, I guess. I also had a woman sitting next to me say that she knew me from my children’s soccer days. I remembered her! That’s a new thing, ’cause there are tons of things I don’t remember.

I’m supposed to set my alarm for 2:45 so I can call my friend Dave and wake him up so he goes to work. I think he’d sleep thru armageddon. (Which actually might not be a bad thing for him if you think about it.)

I’m leaving for Mexico in a week. I’m excited and I’m scared. I’ve never been out of the country to a foreign nation before. I hope I don’t do something stupid and end up having to be rescued. My spanish stinks, so hopefully my “Please pass the salt” or “Where are the restrooms” won’t actually be interpreted ast “I’m going to kill your newly elected President.” or “Sitting toaster horse yellow woman without clothes?”

I was supposed to paint in the basement today. I have basement issues. I don’t like to go into them. The basement of my parents house was spooky enough. I need to go into the basement because that’s where the exercise equipment will be. I definitely need to get over that sillly issue.

Oh well, guess I’ll doze in my chair until the daughter returns…..

Today is the 4th of July and for years we’ve skipped the fireworks. Not that seeing things explode in midair and turn pretty colors isn’t cool, there’s just too much that goes along with viewing fireworks that get in the way. Traffic jams, mosquitos (my daughter is allergic to them), the wait, nasty people seated near you and people who may have perhaps imbibed a bit too much all tend to lessen the effects of the pyrotechnical display for me.

Besides, have you ever really thought about what fireworks represent? War, battles and true munitions. I don’t think that when the people in our armed services hear the boom of munitions exploding they are looking up at the sky and saying “ooooooo” and “ahhhhhhh” look at the pretty lights. So, with that thought in mind, I just don’t NEED fireworks to make the 4th important to me.

What I did for my 4th of July was to visit with my family, read a post from one of my children about his feelings and experiences dealing with the loss of a grandfather he never knew during a military operation years before he was born and visit the web site http://www.anysoldier.com . There I found the name of a contact person in active duty and in harm’s way who will distribute my letters and care packages to any soldier, sailor, marine, coast guard or air force member within their unit who doesn’t get much mail. It’s not like EVERYONE has tons of  family they are close to. Even I have a brother who has chosen not to involve himself in our family anymore. Sad but true, some of our soldiers are putting their lives at stake so that we may enjoy our grilling and fireworks and yet they have no one here at home who supports what they are doing! How wrong is that?! (Ok, I’m not going to discuss the politics here, because that’s not my point. My point is solely that good people are doing dangerous jobs and love to hear from home.)

Now I just have to collect my goodies, pack ’em up and write a few letters and then I’ll feel like I’ve spent my 4th focusing on the people that matter and not some pretty lights in the sky. If I want pretty lights in the sky,  I’ll go see the Aurora Borealis… now that would be MY kind of show!