I don’t know why out of the dozens of pictures I took of more exotic flowers that I decided to post this little succulent bloom. It was tiny–Much magnified here.
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/07/29/flower-of-the-day-july-29-2015-daffodil/
Wish I’d gotten a picture of the cute and durable doggie toy I got you today, Morrie! 
New house record. Fifteen minutes from gift presentation to disembowelment. His job is done.
I see you’ve rearranged your room again. Moved your cage closer to the view? Wonder what the green fluffy stuff is.
Seems to be more of it over in your bed, which you’ve moved out of the cage and closer to the bathroom. Oh.
So the green fluffy stuff is your bed–or at least part of it! Why would they stuff a dog bed with green stuffing? Now, I am remembering that Diego unstuffed two dog beds and a cat bed before he finally stopped biting and tearing apart everything in sight. Okay, Morrie. That’s one!
I lied. The prompt did come in with 15 minutes to spare before I leave, but it is a prompt I already answered a year ago, so if you didn’t read it then, go HERE. I will think up a prompt of my own when I get home, or better yet, suggest one as a comment to this post. Why is it that writing about anything is easier than thinking of what to write about? You do the hard part for me, please!!! Okay, off to the second day of the second round of Camp Estrella.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fourth Wall.” You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.
Tequila Redux
Since the prompt won’t be published until I’ve already had to start out for Ajijic for day 2 of Camp Estrella II, I’m sending you to one of the first blogs I ever published. It is a little poem on the dangers of tequila! Go HERE to read it. I can’t see that anyone now reading my blog read it since it was back in 2013 at the very beginning! It was written to a National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) challenge, when it seemed as though it would be impossible to write a poem a day for an entire month. Now, over 900 blogs later, it doesn’t seem so impossible.
After a hot humid day in Ajijic, I arrived home to find it had rained. This beauty had bloomed in the garden by the pathway into my house, bearing evidence to that fact. I have four or five different varieties of hibiscus and each time a new bloom comes out, it is a gift!!
Since I believe Cee is on retreat, I’m linking this to her yesterday’s challenge. You can see other floral offerings HERE.
Oops..she did post today, so to see her today’s post, go HERE.
Recycled Dream
I can see only one person presently reading my blog (Hi, Angloswiss) who read this when I posted it two years ago, so I am going to give a link to it here. It is one of 4 or 5 posts I’ve made on the subject of dreams and not the one I was looking for, but interesting to me because I don’t remember either the dream or having written this piece, so I imagine even if you read it way back then perhaps you have forgotten it, too. HERE is the link.
The one I was looking for was a precognitive dream I had where two incidents in a row were foretold. I know I’ve written about it but can’t find it on my blog or on any storage drives or my present computer, so the next time this prompt cycles around, I will write about it. For now, here is another dream you might have some interest in. Look above for the link.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).”
I believe that is a Hibiscus about to unfurl over this little boy’s left ear. He is a sweetie and unfurled a bit himself during the past week. Who could resist that smile? I couldn’t.
For more flowers, go HERE.
In A Mexican Bano–WordPress Close Up Challenge
I’d never seen a golden dragon fly like this and I loved the accenting texture of the window sill, as well. Now I wish I’d gently transported him outside as he seemed intent on getting through the glass instead of flying out the open door of the gas station rest room.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/close-up/
CAMP ESTRELLA FINAL SHOW!!!!!
(Please click on pictures for a larger view.)
The final show included the kids from Camp Estrella as well as part of the 153 member kid’s orchestra and chorus from San Juan. They are the spirited children in white blouses and dark pants. They presented music from Grease, La Bamba and a wonderful spoof where they drew participants from the audience and wound them around the stage area in a long line. It turns out it was a song about the whole village lining up to buy tortillas in the morning–to buy enough tortillas for 7,000 people from one shop with 7 tortilla machines…The joke is that the people drawn from the audience who took a place were forced to go to the end of the of the line–like newcomers trying to break into the tortilla line. Much funnier when listening to the lyrics!
The woman doing the scarf dance was Cynthy, one of the counselors. The woman doing the flamenco was Cindy, the organizer of the camp and the man on the drum and guitar is her husband, David. Other counselors left to right are Audrey to the far left, Juan behind Cynthy, Gloria in polka dots and me! Alicia regrettably left before someone requested we pose for a picture. She is the exotic Mexican lady standing to the left side of the stage in the picture to the right of the audience shot.
After the show, where all those little girls in bright yellow Camp Estrella T-shirts turned into sophisticated flamenco dancers in exotic dresses and tightly-chignoned hair and all the jostling young boys turned into swelled-breasted young men, every one of them hugged every one of us. Audrey and I vied with each other over who could do the best job of hiding wet eyes and lumps in our throat, and we decided the 5,000 pesos that the audience gave us to support the camp (the show was free) should be split between the performers. So, we gave each child 100 pesos and gave the rest to the orchestra/chorus.
Counselors were even more richly rewarded by the memories of working with and getting to know these warm and lovely kids…not to mention the remarkable counselors. We now count among our friends two new generations of young Mexicans–and feel younger for it and more determined to stay in the flow of life. Tomorrow we start all over again with another camp in Ajijc, the neighboring town.
Thanks for giving me a platform to share this wonderful Experience.
Now do you know why, if I had a billion dollars, I would spend it to make this sort of experience happen every day for the children of San Juan Cosala?
If you haven’t been following my stories on Camp Estrella, go HERE, HERE or HERE or for more of the story.
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