This is my ‘catch you up on what’s happening in my life’ review for 2019, boring as it may be. But, hey, I need to write a column, I need to post a blog, and I need to assure people who have sent me messages throughout the year (and who I have not answered) that I am alive, and mostly well.
The most important things first. (Pause) Now that I think about it, there are no important things. Just the regular mundane activities that go on when living in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, such as broken kneecaps, food poisoning, shelter dogs, new friends, buying a new condo. You know, those things that are routine when starting a new life in a foreign country.
Guess I’ll start with the unimportant.
I’ll in earlh 2020, with any luck, on my newly constructed condo in the San Antonio area of San Miguel (SMA), just a few minutes stroll to Centro and the lovely historic Parroquia and Jardin. This is an amazing city, full of color, music, food, people, parades, architecture and, of course, history. My casita is perfect for me and I’m thrilled to be right here at this time.
I sold my house in La Grange this summer which leaves me foot loose in the states, allowing me to have my residence anywhere there. My sister and brother-in-law are purchasing a winter home in Tucson, AZ and will travel back and forth between their home in southern CO and southern AZ. That means I can visit family and friends throughout the United States. They prefer my visits be short term, please.
I acquired another dog this year; Sergio is his name and he is a black typical Mexican dog. If you don’t know what I mean it’s hard to explain, but he is delightful. I call him a lumberer. He’s about a year old, playful, more powerful than he realizes, and wants to be a lapdog, though he is more of a lap-leg-stomach-chest-face dog. Compared to his smaller brother Radar, who fits nicely on my lap, he is a chair full. They add a great deal of joy to my life and have increased my vocabulary and vocal volume to include nasty names at decimal levels generally produced by hard rock instruments.
I fell in early August, not an unusual event on these cobblestone streets, and broke my kneecap, also not unheard of in these parts. I’m fine. Walking, a bit more cautiously, without pain except in climbing stairs, Still working on that, but improving every day. Most beautiful doctor I’ve ever seen tended to me, or was it the drugs that transformed him into a god? Who cares, we all have our dreams.
I’m heading to the lovely city of Oaxaca in southern Mexico for Christmas, will return before the end of the year to host an open house/housewarming with my neighbors, and a wonderful New Year’s celebration with a women’s group we formed this year. I’m on the hunt for a honey-baked ham, which is not available, apparently, in all of Mexico. Sigh.
2019 has been a remarkable year, filled with challenges, highs, lows, serene walks, heartwarming relationships, and experiences never dreamed of. In other words, a perfect year. I hope the same has been true for you and yours, and that 2020 offers even more of the same.
The world needs our best as we look forward to the new year and a new decade. All of us can make peace possible, homelessness a nightmare of the past, injustice a bad memory, and universal equality a reality.
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Merry 3 Kings Day, all wrapped in one giant year end toast and sealed with love.
Come see me anytime. My spare bedroom is always available. Short visits preferable.
Love, and Hugs to those I don’t really know,