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Everybody Knows III: The Martyr Dog

Here is another story of the pueblo. (If you haven’t heard the others, they are HERE and HERE.)

The Martyr Dog

There was a pothole in the road that because of neglect got larger and deeper every year until it had swallowed most of the road, leaving only a space on one side large enough for one car to pass. People in the pueblo said it was dangerous, and everyone said that it needed to be fixed, but as is often the way, everyone waited for someone else to do the task and no one ever did anything about it. Then one day, a little boy fell into the hole and was unable to climb out of it. He was thrashing about, but could not swim. By then the hole was too deep to climb out of and there was no one close to hear his cries. But there was a stray dog in the neighborhood who did hear his cries and although even if he had jumped into the hole to save him, the sides were so steep and straight that he would not have been able to carry him out, so he went up and down the street barking and barking until at last a man came to see what the problem was and pulled the child from the hole.

What happened then was very strange, but it must be true because many people have told the story which has been passed down over the years, reporting that once the dog saw that the boy had been saved, he ran through the town directly to another hole even deeper with straighter sides and when he reached it, he jumped in and drowned. And people all say it was as though the dog had made a promise to the gods that if they spared the boy, that it would sacrifice itself in his stead. And to this day, if a dog wanders into a church during a service, no one ushers it out or makes any fuss. I have witnessed this myself on two occasions. In one case the dog even walked up onto the stage where the priests were standing and no one took notice. It is my idea that the story of the martyr dog has something to do with the fact that both the priests and the people accept the rightful presence of even dogs in the church. No one has told me this. It is my addition to the story that no doubt others have added to, as well, over the years.

Just Desserts

After Kristina and I finished our meal in our favorite vegetarian restaurant, we had to order this chocolate cake with avocado and cocoa frosting. It came with a shot of yellow milk, which was milk with turmeric. Who could resist sampling this unique combination? I generously let Kristina drink all of the milk!!!!

For Brian’s Last of the Card Challenge

More Journal Gazing.

 

Still reading through journals of my past . Here is something I wrote. Since there is no attribution, I believe the words are my own:

“To be ourselves, we must complete ourselves.”

I think this is something I’ve always felt, even when I was too young to know this is what I was feeling. Even at this stage of life, I feel like I’m not finished becoming me, and if incarnation is a fact, perhaps this continues into the next life.  I hope so, because then there is hope for the whole world, including some of its largest villains.  Here is another quote from the same page–one in which I was doing a lot of philosophizing.

Those who are governed by reason desire nothing for themselves which they do not also desire for the rest of mankind.

Next to it, I scribbled in pencil, “Baruch Spinoza,” which makes me think that either the quote was his or something I wrote after reading something he had written. I looked it up and it is, indeed a short version of what he had written.

And, one last intriguing quote,  unattributed, which I’d like to have your comments on:

Conscience is not innate, but acquired, and varies with geography.

Everybody Knows I: ‘The Night the Vet Died” for One-liner Wednesday

 

 

Although I live up on the mountain above the small town of San Juan Cosala, on Lake Chapala in Mexico, Yolanda, my housekeeper, is my information line to happenings in the pueblo. Lately, I’ve been going through a lifetime of journals–thoughts scribbled down in bound books small enough to carry in my pocket or purse, and this is what I discovered today, told to me by Yolanda  four years ago :  

“The night the veterinarian in the pueblo died, the dogs, they all howled, and the cats scratched in the dirt and on the wooden door frames with their claws—every cat and every dog in town—two days ago when his car crashed and he died.”

 

For Linda Hill’s “One-LIner Wednesday.Second photo of dog by Justinas Teselis on Unsplash. All other photos by me.

I am adding this story to my group of tales about San Juan Cosala told to me by various people. I am titling this group of stories told by word of mouth, “Everybody Knows”

Oh No!!!

 

When I did my 24 Hours blog, I forgot to post my very favorite photo, which was the one that made me decide to post favorite (and one worse) photos of that 24 hours!  Here it is, photographed, I believe, in the parking lot of the International School.  Two perfect heart rocks, joined side-by-side forever.

Bougainvillea: FOTD June 27, 2023

Hard to believe, but yes, this is the flower of a bougainvillea in my front entrance. Lovely in macro.

For Cee’s FOTD

Congratulations to me!!!

 

I just deleted over 4,000 old emails, 100 to 200 at a time, as I felt I had to quickly review the senders and subjects. This is literally 20 years of emails, so I’m surprised there weren’t more, but earlier today and yesterday, I had reviewed and trashed equally as many junk mails, so perhaps that is whey there weren’t more.

Evidently I did delete some emails as I went along over the years, but feels so good.. Like cleaning out drawers and cupboards, which I have been doing, too. Perhaps now I’ll be able to read new emails easily as in the past few weeks, Hotmail has been showing me who emailed me but wouldn’t show me the actual emails until I hit reply and waited a few (hopefully) minutes. Sometimes they wouldn’t show up at all. Add to this the hundreds of unsolicited and junk mails I get per day, email has come to be a real pain.

Monday Pet Peeve: Junk Mail

Blogger Paula Light from Light Motifs II just posted her Monday Pet Peeve and invited us to voice ours. Hers was about ads on Facebook. Mine is about JUNK MAIL. Read on to hear my peeve.

Strange, but I’ve never seen an ad on Facebook. My peeve is email. I am besieged by so much junk mail that I can’t find my real mail. It is driving me crazy. Aside from the scams, which are getting increasingly harder to distinguish from the real thing, the worst are the political notices…hundreds a day, all asking for money. I believe in the causes but am literally spending hours a day ridding myself of all of the notices. I send money and immediately have five or six others requesting more––even from the campaign I just contributed to. The result is that I am just going through every few hours and erasing them all, which of course defeats the purpose of informing us of issues, but if I didn’t, I would literally spend every moment of every day reading bad news, and is this how we want to spend our lives? There must be some solution short of burying one’s head in the sand. There used to be a button to ban a sender from one’s email but I no longer can find such a button. Okay. Rave over.

 

Image by Stephen Phillips on Unsplash.

My Assemblage Pieces in the Hospitalito Exhibition (Show Ended Today)

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These are all assemblage pieces I did in La Manzanilla from objects found on my walks on the beach. They were exhibited in the Hospitalito as part of the San Juan Cosala festival honoring its patron saint, St. John the Baptist. The show will be taken down today, Sunday, June 25.

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I found a meme today noting that the last day of this year will be 123123. I love this type of stuff!

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