Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The rainy season
After eleven months of dry the rains finally came. Coming from the Pacific Northwest I figured I had seen real rain and would not be impressed. I was wrong. The thunder and lightning shows over the lake are amazing! The sheer volume of rain that falls in an hour or two is unbelievable. After the two hurricanes dissipated over the mountains we had full days of non stop rain. And the mountains greened up overnight.
I am recovering from a massive computer failure so no pics to post today but hopefully soon. I had been taking pics of the mountains from my corner every week and they went from dry brown and grey to green almost overnight. The air is fresh, the nights are cool, the days hot and humid or cool and fresh, and every week it changes.
One of the nice things about having friends who know you are an idiot is when you do stupendously dumb things they are not at all surprised. And still talk to you on the phone when you have internet. I am lucky to have a very few good friends who let me cry over what an idiot I am. I don't regret moving here at all, it has been and continues to be an adventure and a life lesson. I just wish I had used better skills in evaluating some people.
So this long overdue post is all over the place. The Mexican people are a joy to discover, their logic will baffle me forever but I respect it and I respect their values and manners. A smile is always returned, help is always offered, they laugh politely when you do something stupendously dumb and they make fabulous desserts.
My house is an adventure. I love it and it makes me crazy. I get a lot of exercise walking the length of it as it resembles a train most days. Long and spread out and from the east wing to the west wing is a long hike. The views are always breathtaking and the garden is growing like crazy.
I have been blessed twice in having great next door neighbors and I think they must be cloned from the same angel. My neighbor here, owner of the roof cats and rescuer of stray dogs is the kindest man, and his gardener regularly prunes the bougainvillea so I can see the lake.
I no longer scream like a girl and run when I encounter critters in the tub like lizards, snakes or giant moths the size of bats. Luckily the season of any critter seems to be a week so the next discovery may be smaller, bigger, worse or scarier or invisible. Always an adventure.
El T is having up and down days, he is eating well and is very comfy and I know he is getting to that age but he is such a brave lil dude, and has kept me company through the long trip here, the settling in and the big storms without a whimper. He is my best buddy and my rock.
I miss talking to one of my other rocks and hope the internet, the voip phone and the wiring will cooperate after my trip NoB so I can feel part of the world again.
Karma takes care of evil and I have no worries that the evil that invaded my life will get their retribution slowly and fully.
So life is good despite the odd tear and the odd day of wondering WTF I am doing. I miss a lot of people, but not a lot of things. No tv still, I watch the odd news show online when the internet works and read the odd paper but it is nice to avoid the world.
Pictures soon, as soon as I get a real live english speaking working computer. And a big thanks and hug to those of you who have been there for me and el T.
The explorer is still going strong, a tank of gas is less than $40 US and a cold beer is under $1. The garbage truck still rings a cowbell every Monday Wednesday and Friday when they come by, the pool guy whistles and waves and teaches me new spanish words and I hear the clip clop of the horses every morning going down to the lake.
The media reports of non stop violence are nothing like life lakeside. I feel safer here than I did in White Rock. There is a healing aura around the lake and it is a great place for a new start. I am lucky I found it. Even when I am being an idiot.
Peace everyone.
I am recovering from a massive computer failure so no pics to post today but hopefully soon. I had been taking pics of the mountains from my corner every week and they went from dry brown and grey to green almost overnight. The air is fresh, the nights are cool, the days hot and humid or cool and fresh, and every week it changes.
One of the nice things about having friends who know you are an idiot is when you do stupendously dumb things they are not at all surprised. And still talk to you on the phone when you have internet. I am lucky to have a very few good friends who let me cry over what an idiot I am. I don't regret moving here at all, it has been and continues to be an adventure and a life lesson. I just wish I had used better skills in evaluating some people.
So this long overdue post is all over the place. The Mexican people are a joy to discover, their logic will baffle me forever but I respect it and I respect their values and manners. A smile is always returned, help is always offered, they laugh politely when you do something stupendously dumb and they make fabulous desserts.
My house is an adventure. I love it and it makes me crazy. I get a lot of exercise walking the length of it as it resembles a train most days. Long and spread out and from the east wing to the west wing is a long hike. The views are always breathtaking and the garden is growing like crazy.
I have been blessed twice in having great next door neighbors and I think they must be cloned from the same angel. My neighbor here, owner of the roof cats and rescuer of stray dogs is the kindest man, and his gardener regularly prunes the bougainvillea so I can see the lake.
I no longer scream like a girl and run when I encounter critters in the tub like lizards, snakes or giant moths the size of bats. Luckily the season of any critter seems to be a week so the next discovery may be smaller, bigger, worse or scarier or invisible. Always an adventure.
El T is having up and down days, he is eating well and is very comfy and I know he is getting to that age but he is such a brave lil dude, and has kept me company through the long trip here, the settling in and the big storms without a whimper. He is my best buddy and my rock.
I miss talking to one of my other rocks and hope the internet, the voip phone and the wiring will cooperate after my trip NoB so I can feel part of the world again.
Karma takes care of evil and I have no worries that the evil that invaded my life will get their retribution slowly and fully.
So life is good despite the odd tear and the odd day of wondering WTF I am doing. I miss a lot of people, but not a lot of things. No tv still, I watch the odd news show online when the internet works and read the odd paper but it is nice to avoid the world.
Pictures soon, as soon as I get a real live english speaking working computer. And a big thanks and hug to those of you who have been there for me and el T.
The explorer is still going strong, a tank of gas is less than $40 US and a cold beer is under $1. The garbage truck still rings a cowbell every Monday Wednesday and Friday when they come by, the pool guy whistles and waves and teaches me new spanish words and I hear the clip clop of the horses every morning going down to the lake.
The media reports of non stop violence are nothing like life lakeside. I feel safer here than I did in White Rock. There is a healing aura around the lake and it is a great place for a new start. I am lucky I found it. Even when I am being an idiot.
Peace everyone.
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