Monthly Archives: September 2015

IMG_4795The Old and Unrested

The old and unrested return to their beds,
propping their pillows under their heads.
Pulling their blankets up to their ears,
they let up on the gas and go into low gears.

Setting their brandies or porters or gins
on their bedside tables, they settle their chins
upon their chests and watch some TV
on laptops that sit where their boobs used to be.

Life is confusing when you are too near it,
especially ’cause it is so damn hard to hear it.
Then when you’re alone, it’s entirely too loud.
These neighborhood noises should not be allowed!

They turn up the volume to drown out the noise
of the car alarms, weed eaters and screaming boys.
They lie all morning, secure in their beds.
Life is much easier lived in their heads!

Before the protests start to roll in, I have to say that this is meant in fun.  I was feeling contrary In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Young and the Rested:” When was the last time you felt truly rejuvenated and energized? What made you feel that way?

No.  I never ever drink gin in the morning.  Hardly ever.

A Visit from Yoli and Oscar

                                                                A Visit from Yoli and OscarIMG_4778Yoli came at my request to have her picture taken in her new school uniform!  A few weeks ago, she went to her first day of nursery school and loved it from the very first day. Today, she and Morrie got acquainted and decided they liked each other.  In fact, they seem to be patterning each other’s poses!
IMG_4789 (1)Which is more adorable? Impossible to choose. Yoli enjoyed putting Morrie in jail, and he went right along with the plan.IMG_4790Oscar had more serious business to do as he came for his first English lesson.
IMG_4773He was a clever student and fast learner and worked his way through three lessons, memorizing words almost the first time I repeated them. See you next week, Oscar!

Greens: Flower of the Day 9/8/15

Greens: Flower of the Day
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I love the fragility of these green palm blossoms. Soon they will fall like rain.
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Some leaves, such as these on jade plants and other succulents, imitate flowers. IMG_4404

To view Cee’s flower and others, go HERE.

 “Your competition is not other people but the time you kill, the ill will you create, the knowledge you neglect to learn, the connections you fail to build, the health you sacrifice along the path, your inability to generate ideas, the people around you who don’t support and love your efforts, and whatever god you curse for your bad luck.” James Altucher

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“You’re So Lucky!”

 Too often those described as lucky
are actually only plucky.
It’s the decisions that they make
that make their lives a piece of cake.

If they have a cushy job,
far above the teeming mob,
it is because they chose to go
to college, so they made it so.

Or if they traveled after school,
when others said they were a fool,
and tell of their adventures young,
some people tend to come unstrung

and say they wish they’d had the chance
to participate in life’s wild dance
when they had the energy,
but, you know, traveling’s not free.

The truth is that most anybody
can go to college if they study
or travel anywhere they wish.
Life’s feast is a communal dish.

There is work that you can do
from Broken Hill to Timbuktu
if you are willing to do the tasks–
whatever the situation asks.

It’s true that there are places where
life is not equitable or fair–
places where a woman’s lot
keeps her chained to stove and cot,

or places where sheer poverty
limits all that you can be.
Yet  many who bemoan their fate
simply needed to leave their gate

and take the chance to see the world–
allow their lives to be unfurled.
But, lacking courage, they remained
in the place that fate ordained

was their lot in life and so
just maintained the status quo.
Many are happy where they are
and have no wish to roam afar,

but for those who moan and fuss,
saying all the luck’s with us
who have chosen to live in paradise
(and say it more than once or twice,)

I just want to say once more,
“Here is your suitcase, there’s the door.”
Luck is more often made than won,
and is, I fear, too quickly done.

So even if you’re old and gray,
do what you want to do today.
If you feel caught in the muck,
break free from it and make your luck!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Doubter’s Alert.” What commonly accepted truth (or “truth”) do you think is wrong, or at least seriously doubt?  Why?

(Photo of lucky clover downloaded from internet.)

Birds of Paradise: Flower of the Day, 9/7/15

Birds of Paradise

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For more wonderful flowers, go HERE.

Hide and Go Seek in Paradise

                                                Hide and Go Seek in Paradise

Yesterday Morrie, who was lying right in front of my chair behind my heels, his nose between my feet, suddenly jumped three feet in the air.  I looked down and this lovely fellow was on the floor between my feet.  I quickly took off a shoe and bashed him three or four times, which wasn’t very effective because I had Croc sandals on, but I finally scraped him to death. Morrie licked his lips and then his paw, but didn’t keep licking and didn’t swell or cry.  Something must have happened to make him jump, but he has had no ill effects.

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I have found five of these creatures on my bedroom or bathroom floor in the past four days!  I found two this morning alone and I think nine have met their demise by my foot in the past couple of weeks.  I don’t know what is bringing them in at this point as I hadn’t seen any for a few months.

The fellow pictured was about 2 inches long from his head to his stinger, not counting his pincers. Some are black, some reddish brown and some tan. Although the huge black ones are the scariest, supposedly the small tan ones are the most poisonous.  About six days ago I took my capris off a hook on the wall, put them on, then put on a blouse and walked into the bathroom, which is better lit than my bedroom.  I looked down and saw a twist of thread on the thigh of my capri leg and picked it off, but when I did, it moved; so I quickly dropped it onto the floor to discover it was one of the tiny beige scorpions!!!  I stomped and scraped it.  Can’t figure out why it didn’t sting me.

I’ve learned never to walk barefoot, but do occasionally.  Once in the middle of the night I neglected to put on my sandals when I went to the bathroom.  As I sat down, I felt something prick my heel and immediately shook my foot and a scorpion fell down. I felt only a slight prick and it never really burned or hurt much.  I think it had stung me on the tougher skin of my heel and just didn’t puncture it enough.

Another time a scorpion climbed between the heel of my Birkenstock and my heel as my heel raised up when I was walking.  As I rested it back down, I felt and heard a crackling noise and I investigated to find I’d cut the scorpion in two.  The front part of his body was still in my shoe under my heel whereas the stinger and rear legs were on the floor!!!

Probably my worst near miss with one of these evil creatures was when  I took my swim suit down from the shower nozzle where I had hung it to dry and for some reason shook it out (I never had before) and a scorpion fell out of the flap of material over the crotch.  Yes–Ew.  I know.  Ouch!  Now I always shake out clothes.  Well, except for my capris the other day.

Yesterday I asked Pasiano to spray for scorpions  in front of all the doors that lead into the house. So far it seems not to have kept them out, but perhaps it will slow them down long enough for me to catch them before they catch me.

Living in paradise is pretty nice, folks, but it isn’t free. Weather’s perfect, nature is gorgeous, labor and food and lodging are comparatively cheap, but oh yeah.  We have scorpions!!!

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More Orange Bougainvilleas: Flower of the day

                                                   More Orange Bougainvilleas

Okay, more orange bougainvilleaS, but this time with the real flowers : (Click on photos to enlarge.)IMG_4690 IMG_4695 IMG_4692 IMG_4691 IMG_4693Each of those little coral pistil-looking rods is actually a flower bud getting ready to open.  Since my last bougainvilleas post, most of them have opened, giving the bougainvillieas a fluffier look!  I like both stages–sparse and frilly!  In Mexico, they are bugambilias and they have many namesakes: housing developments, shopping centers, movie theaters.

See more flowers here: http://ceenphotography.com/2015/09/06/flower-of-the-day-september-6-2015-dahlia/

Sacrificing Color: ( Cee’s Oddball Challenge, Week 36, 2015)

                                                              Sacrificing Color

I went to the DiF center in Chapala for a ribbon cutting for a new mural by my friend Jesus Lopez Vega this week.  (He did the murals around my house doors, on my garage door and nicho, the detail work around all my arches in my house and many of the paintings you’ve seen inside my house.)  During the two and a half hours of speeches, folklorico and indigenous dances, I got caught up in the interaction and contrasts between the dancers and the characters in the murals, which depicted the different social services that the DIF center offers: education, medical care, food for the aged and needy and support of indigenous cultures.  My settings weren’t right to catch good detail with all the movement, so I started cropping and playing with light, detail, filters and saturation and found that often, in spite of losing the brilliant and varied colors, that switching to sepia brought out the narrative in the pictures.  Here are some of my “finds.”

IMG_4486This was a so-so shot of the drummer, but even more interesting to me was the contrast between the woman taking the picture with her smart phone, the little girl and the drummer.

IMG_4486 (2)And I thought the narrative was better expressed through cropping and the use of a sepia filter.

IMG_4486 (1)Both croppings of the sepia of this photo remind me of a magazine illustration in the fifties or perhaps of an etching. I’m interested in which version you prefer!IMG_4537I don’t know what Jesus had in mind when he placed this scowling little boy in his mural, but he seemed to me to be expressing extreme disapproval with all that was going on.

IMG_4528And in this shot, seems to have cloned himself and to have entered into the dance.

IMG_4476This little girl was in complete contrast to scowling mural boy.  She expressed total delight all afternoon.Version 2I think this dancer looks like he’s standing in line to be seen next by the dentist.

Below are a few more color shots of the afternoon.
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Really wonderful odd balls here this week: http://ceenphotography.com/2015/09/06/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2015-week-36/

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The Prompt: Mouth Drop: Creatively describe one moment when your mouth dropped open, chin hit the ground, and tears rolled down your face!

Drop Jaw

Embarrassment or joy or mace
might cause tears to flood your face,
but did you ever really see
someone’s jaw down on his knee,
much less his chin upon the floor?
This feat seems like senseless lore.
So surely you can clearly see,
this prompt is pure hyperbole!

Brad

Can’t resist reblogging this very short, very charming treatise on first love. Puts my straightforward telling to shame. If you don’t follow Red’s blog, you should.

Jan Wilberg's avatarRed's Wrap

I just wanted to see Brad’s face in the bus window.

If I ran all the way from school and didn’t stop to see things, I could get to our oak tree in time for the school bus to come around the corner. Sometimes his face would be in the window. But I’d only see one side of it. He would be looking straight ahead.

Other days I’d forget to keep running and I’d sit on the sidewalk and take the shoelaces out of my shoes and pretend they were snakes. Once the shoelace snakes scared me so much that I had to run away from them.

And then I worried that I had no shoelaces. What would I tell my mother when she asked about my missing shoelaces? So I decided to get new ones. I knocked on the neighbor’s door and asked her if she had shoelaces for…

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