I’ve now been in my Mexican casita for a year, and since I have loads of time in isolation, I continually look around to see if I need to add, change, move, or replace something to enhance the décor. It’s what can happen to an idle mind: if you don’t like what is happening, repaint… Continue reading Just Cover It Up
My sister and I have just completed a project that has been such fun. We have jointly written a collage of memories of growing up in Oklahoma and the Texas panhandle during the 1940s and 1950s. Interest in this memoir will be limited to perhaps only to our children and cousins, but we found such… Continue reading Remembering
What if I were black? What if I were Margo Johnson, with the same personality, same intellect, same gifts, same abilities, but instead of being white I were black? What if? Would I have been treated differently than I have been treated as a white person? Would I have been elected vice president of… Continue reading What If…?
My sister is looking back at our lives in the 40s and 50s and recalling incidents, family stories, and various memories she is putting to paper. The exercise has been a poke in my remembrance ribs, allowing me to contemplate those first 18 years of my life. My journey started 78 years ago, she joined… Continue reading The Most Important Year?
Oh, my gosh, the longer I’m in self-isolation the more addictions I discover I harbor. My internet went out this week and it was not a pretty picture around my casa. For three days I gnawed on my fingernails, stomped my feet, checked my modem a thousand times, paced my hallway, chewed another fingernail, watered… Continue reading Reality Sucks!
We had a sizzling April in San Miguel de Allende, and thankfully May has brought showers and cooler weather. This is surprising because historically May is the hottest month in this high desert town in central Mexico. With any luck the gods will grace us with more damp days and lower temperatures. Summer is considered… Continue reading Can We Think About Something Else?
What’s next? This question came up in a recent Zoom discussion I had with friends causing me to wonder about how I want my life to be when the pandemic is over. What do I miss, and will I be able to go back to doing what I liked before this self-isolating began? One of… Continue reading What’s Next?
I’ve lost track of what Alert Level we are currently under here in San Miguel de Allende. And if I knew the alert level, I would have no idea what that would mean. Level 2 or 3? Is there a level 8? All I know is traffic is light, I can’t find anything but over… Continue reading Over Ripe Bananas? Really?
A blogger mentioned legends recently, and the word has been buzzing around in my head. Buzzing comes easily when isolating with yourself. Legends are those stories, real and imaginary, we have heard since childhood about people, activities, events. Who knows whether most of them are true, but the images stay with us throughout our lifetime.… Continue reading Legends
A friend recently noted that I was ‘low maintenance’, and I took that as a compliment. Then I began to wonder; what exactly does low maintenance mean? Am I boring? Am I not forceful? Am I muffled? I could be gentle. Does low mean I’m miserable? That I have diminished needs? Or I don’t require many… Continue reading Low Maintenance: Good, Bad, Who Cares?