Archive for August, 2012

Hair Status – Eight Months After Chemo

Posted in Uncategorized on August 29, 2012 by drycreekherbs

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First Kiss: An Olfactory Recollection

Posted in Uncategorized on August 29, 2012 by drycreekherbs

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For years this memory has flitted in and out of my consciousness. I think it was my first kiss at Ramstein AFB, in 1959.

I was at some party—surely it was chaperoned because I was in the 8th grade but then maybe not. At any rate there was this kid in my class that I thought was verrrry cute. He wore either Hushpuppies or desert boots. That’s all I remember about him except that he wore Clearasil like some men wore English Leather. So, I suspect he had acne that might mean he wasn’t quite as cute as I remember…but then I think most adolescents have acne. I waited till I was in my 40’s! I will not digress. Isn’t it something that whenever I get a whiff of Clearasil, I remember that first kiss? I thought it was very sexy! OMG!

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Hi-larious Foot Event-Baby David at West Point-Roomate Reunion

Posted in Uncategorized on August 29, 2012 by drycreekherbs

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Sometimes things that happen to me just crack me up and often these events are associated with me being a goof. Example follows: When I was in SAT visiting Mom, I was out and about while she napped. I know it has to show that I feel like a trapped animal, and I hate that…but I won’t go there now. So, I was going to the commissary to get her groceries when I realized I had some (ten to be exact) uglllllly toes in dire need for buffing and polishing. On a whim, I pull into one of 10 strip shopping malls right outside of Randolph AFB. There was just one car in front so I figured I might be able to get a pedicure right then. As often occurs, the staff spoke little to no English. But yes, they could ‘do’ me. Through a series of pantomimes, I was led to a bank of empty mega chairs. She fills up the tub with boiling water (really, my feet were almost purple) but I said through gestures and head nodding that it was fine. Why do I do that? And what do I call her? Not stylist…maybe technician. Nail person? Hell, I don’t know. Anyway, she gestured that I could turn the chair on with a remote looking apparatus. So I turned it on and she went back to her other clients….she was multi tasking—three pairs of feet at one time. The chair was a wondrous piece of equipment…it felt better than almost any real massage I ever had. It was soooooo good, I almost fell asleep but by this time my feet were about blistered from the extremely hot water. So, through more body language I indicated to either turn the hot water off or call 911. She did and I continued my chair massage. This really does crack me up. When the other gals were drying their toes she started on my goat toes. I continued my chair massage. I don’t know exactly what to make of this, but the chair kind of went into an

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Brother Bill went to Baby David’s Ring Ceremony at West Point….Bill sent these good photos—Billy, David, and Justin. Nice for the brothers to be together for this…both ring knockers.IMG_4013.JPG   Billy was very proud.

While in San Antonio I had a drink with Belinda while she was attending the Olive Growers’ Convention, I think that’s the group’s name. It had been ages since I had been downtown SAT—honestly, I love that place. It was so changed. I told Mom about it and she also said how long it had been since she had been there. The next evening I drove Old_map-San_Antonio-1873.jpg her down to Alamo Plaza. We drove up and down the streets for an hour and a half. We both loved it. She gave me a running commentary on things she remembered. I do love her.

I also had lunch with Nancy, one of my roommates from the 1960s! It was just great to have those belly laughs again. We even managed to get weepy about nothing in particular…we both just cry a lot. She cried so I did! She is funny and precious. IMG_4012.jpg I have always had great girl friends. Oh my gosh! I just had a memory flash and it is good. It is about my first kiss. I will write about that tonight too.  

A Discourse on My Affection for those things Mexican—Music and TV and Dogs

Posted in Uncategorized on August 29, 2012 by drycreekherbs

So, I am back from a 4-night visit with Mom. There will be an entire entry devoted just to Mom, her status, her observations, and her parenting that I will do this week. She is well enough but starting to talk about moving into a smaller place—I think it won’t happen and I hope she gets to stay in her house. I pray she goes quietly and quickly and before she declines too much. I will NOT get weepy. I won’t.

Ok, I want to think about Mexican TV and music first. Here’s the deal: When I was a young woman living in SAT, I embraced, to the extent that was appropriate for an young, Anglo woman in the late 1960s—Mexican what? Well, what do I call it? Not language for sure. Nothing big such as classes—just living in a Tex Mex city gave it to me. Maybe it waseydie gorme amor.JPG a little more than that. I had a good friend who lived in Laredo introduced me to Eydie Gorme and the Trio Los Ponchos. Really, how Mexican is that? I never understood a word of it but I sure did like it. I think that was the beginning of my affection for those things of Mexico. I can’t figure out the word or expression. I thought it was Mexicali, but that’s a city. I don’t think it is Hispanic or Chicano or Lation either. Maybe a Mexicophile. Ok, I can’t get stuck….keep with the stream of conscientiousness and edit later.

So I like(ed) Mexican music, even if it is (was) Gringofied. I love that I have no idea what they are singing about. These days I like Luis Miguel and the Gypsy Kings…..oh, and the B Tribe aka, the Barcelona Tribe of Soulsters….and who are, incidentally, GERMAN….Hello! Supposedly they play a combination of Flamenco, classical Spanish guitar, and trip hop (???)…..and record in Ibiza….where I have been. Anyway, hardly Mexican but fulfills my mental/emotional requirements! I refuse to edit this for grammar.

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All of this music business and I also really liked the looks of dark, swarthy Mexican men although I only dated one….Ed Prado, who worked for Braniff (that would make a good trivia question). He was my heart throb for about 6 months during the Hemisphere era. In fact, I met long-time friend and another subsequent boy friend, Ed Churchin, through Prado. All these young people were from Mexico City….I can’t really figure out why they were all in SAT….maybe it was Hemisphere. Now I realllllly am off the subject. I liked swarthy fellows and married a very good-looking Nordic man with great legs. Go figure.

Now I really want to zero in on just another aspect of my affinity for those things Mexican. Sometimes, I really like to treat myself to late-night Mexican TV. I particularly like the talk shows and particularly if I have had some alcohol. I become riveted to the tube….watching without understanding a single word Mexicanactress.jpg

Erik-Estrada-299936-1-402.jpgspoken by buxom women with big hair, lots of jewelry, skin tight, glittery dresses, cut to the navel, talking with swarthy talk show hosts, who are too plump for their suits. They talk very conversationally and fast about who knows what, then suddenly they throw their heads back and laugh like loons. I just love it. I laugh right along with them though, just like the music, I haven’t a clue. Mexican soap operas are also very entertaining. Erik Estrada, from the 70s TV show COPS and who always wore tight britches, is on one of those Mexican soap operas. He has very white teeth.

Seems I am all over the place tonight. I better shut down and concentrate on preparing odd food combinations for Mah Jongg tomorrow.   Broiled Stuffed Figs, Olive Pico de Gallo with Toasted won tons, Blackened Padron Peppers, and Coffee Kailua Ice Cream Sundaes. Ewwwwww, it all sounds awful but I think will be ok if I spread it out over a couple of hours! I might serve TUMS too.

Wait, I have to tell about Diego. He is our rescue dog or really our foundling. He is a Blue Heeler but he is red. Len is totally in love with him. This is very good. As we now know, Heelers are very head-strong dogs and not nearly as easy to train as Golden Retrievers. We have already spent $1,500.00 on him and he still has to be neutered, get a rattlesnake vaccine, and continue with the heartworm/tick/flea meds. He is a wild dog. I call him Diego de Diablo.  

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Posted in Uncategorized on August 19, 2012 by drycreekherbs

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Unchain My Heart San Miguel

Posted in Uncategorized on August 19, 2012 by drycreekherbs

Photos from ecto…Wordpress too Frustrating I may start writing on rocks and carving photos! Here are cool photos from San Miguel that remind me of one thing or another.

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San Miguel Trip #8

Posted in Happy Recollections, Out and About with tags on August 19, 2012 by drycreekherbs

This is the third time I have written this journal entry and I none to happy about that.  I thought it was ecto that had a problem, I thought it was WordPress that was the problem, I thought it was the iPad that was the problem.  I hope it isn’t my computer that is the problem.  I hope that a lot.

So, I am sitting in the dealership’s service department waiting for my tires (plural) to be fixed.  BECAUSE I had two flats.  How weird is that?  And they are new tires.  My commentary on flat tires:  You never, ever get a flat tire when it is convenient.  I have never heard of anyone sitting at home with nowhere to go and getting a flat tire.  Yesterday, I was on my way to the hospital to ‘work’ when I noticed the flat.  Happily, I was not on the interstate.  I am very grateful for AAA and this time prompt service.  I was verrrry annoyed this morning when Len came in and said one of the other tires was flat.  Grrrrrr. So in my morning gratitudes, I am thankful for AAA, Len, electrical power pumps, and friends who drive me to lunch while I am waiting for tire maintenance.

San Miguel de Allende, Mexico:  I have been hankering to write about it and at the same time not wanting to write about it.  Why?  Because I sometimes feel like when I write about something it becomes finished.  Odd, I guess.  I love San Miguel so much I could pop.  I love Camie and Larry so much I could pop.  Pop, pop, pop.  A human explosion/combustion.  I planned to write each day an entry on my iPad while I was there but there were tech issues I couldn’t overcome.  In retrospect maybe it is better to try to conceptualize my experiences.  Hmmmm, not so much.  What were the biggies?  Camie and Larry; 34th International Chamber Music Festival; ExPats; Outings; Security; and Rentals.  I may have to divide this up into different posts.

I loved staying with Camie and Larry in their perfect casita.  It is maybe 25 feet from their backdoor overlooking the fountain and pond.  Once someone was invited there and stayed 45 days!  Yeah, I can get that!!!!  Since I had to cancel last summer’s ‘volunteering’ at the SM Chamber Festival, Camie let me come this year….Oh lucky, lucky me.  Now I am almost sure I haven’t heard more than 5 chamber quartets in my life…..and surprise I like it….or at least I liked the Pacifica Quartet, 2009 Grammy winners.  Ok, I am running random.  Back up.  The festival lasts over 3 weeks—weekends with professionals playing, then during the week, international students getting to sharpen their skills from the pros, then students playing for the public.  Every weekend different professionals.  I am not telling this well.

My ‘job’ was to sit in the Jardin with handouts.  Right down my alley.  Mostly, I kept the fliers from blowing away.  My associate, Dirk, a professional photographer, spoke Spanish.  That helped!  For all this ‘work’, I was able to sit in the front row of the Teater Angela Peralta with Camie, the President of the Festival.  How lucky, am I?  Now, I am going to say that I was curious, sort of about the chamber music but I never ever expected to be rockin’!  I was transfixed with the Pacifica Quartet. They were certainly not staid musicians….they were all over the place. Not out of their seats but very physical and sensual.  Quite an experience.  I might need to buy a CD!  I learned sooooo much that, sadly, I can’t remember now….I think it is very cool that they do all these selections with no conductor….just practice and eye contact.  Amazing.   I am nuts for Leos Janacek’s No. 2 Love Letters and the story behind it all. I also liked the idea of sponsoring a young student musician so that is something I am doing.  Anyway, it was very invigorating and what a lot of curious people involved in it all.  At the Teater I saw lots of my SM acquaintances.  I just realllllly liked it.  Camie said it was time I met some arts people since I know a good number of church people.  I liked that.  Oh, and we went to a very posh-ish after-theater soiree.  Yup, lucky me.  It had to be a bad time for Camie to have a casita guest with her obligations to the Festival.  I am so comfortable in SM that I was quite happy to roam about on my own .  I really didn’t want to be an albatross.  Happily, however, she and I had some really fine, fine, fine opportunities for conversation and outings….some lasting into the late night…..some enhanced by cocktails.  One night we reallllly over-did it, but it was so much fun until the next day.  Then we moved pretty slowly.

We went to a, new to me, hot spring called Escondido Place right across from La Gruta.  The latter is where we usually go but I love the new place so much.  All kinds of little caves with really hot water cascading out of pipes….a different kind of pretty and maybe more up-to-date.  We had lunch there then went on out to Barbara P’s country house.  That was a kick too.  Barbara has lots of dogs…the rest of her menagerie was in town….that includes the monkeys!  It was a very revealing visit…so many things I didn’t know about Barbara—she sews daily quilts for families in need and other endearing qualities.

The super big treat was going out to Camie’s studio and printmaking.  She is amazing.  I don’t think I knew until last year that she was also an artist.
Gads.  She has published lovely books, can whip a tour together, speaks Spanish, is a marketing genius, etc. etc.  AND she likes to give me shawls and earrings.  I like to receive them!

Back to the printing.  Even with my ‘double major’ I had never printed before.  It was so cool and I am hot to do more tin and ghost prints.  Camie really guided me through the process and I came away with some dramatic Mano de Salud.  Surely spelled wrong.  The prints were a departure from the Hand of Fatima or Hamsa charm I had made when I was in Mexico a couple of years ago…AND I even had a henna tattoo for awhile.  Camie has all of her virgin print makers wear a Mad Hatter hat.  After printmaking we had drinks with one of Camie and Larry’s friends who lives in one of their rentals.

Larry (dear and funny) generously and kindly took us to dinner twice, and also fixed us dinner one night prior to a concert.  ‘We’ also had a dinner party one night with the GANG.  Dennis and Gay, Al and Chris, and Larry and Camie.  That was better than exceptional.

In addition to all of this, we had dinner with some interesting local expats after the first concert.  I mean there was just sooooooooooooooo much going on and I loved it all.

I need/want to write about the magic in San Miguel.  When I am there I am so comfortable and so disconnected from any responsibility or obligation.  I feel wonderfully safe and I just don’t have any pesky stress residue.  I mean, I can leave it all totally behind.  It does make coming home difficult.  I call it having stipes feriae puteulanus or post holiday blues.  San Miguel is about gaiety, new experiences, beautiful architecture and people, shopping, sleeping late, dressing up, and lots and lots of laughter.  Gotta be good for ya!

This is turning into a verrrrry long recollection and I KNOW I am leaving out something huge.  Shopping was good.  Security was a non-issue.  I actually slept both to and from the airport, which is a fairly desolate area and I was the only person in the shuttle.  Couldn’t have been too spooky!  Oh, handsome President Enrique Pena Nieto was in town for a wedding so there were gazillions of soldiers there for a couple of days.  Exactly like any other President—lots of security.  Oh, please, please let there be no violence in San Miguel.  I couldn’t bear the loss.

Well, I have gone on and on.  I haven’t mentioned rescue puppies, a visit to Mega for Guernica peppers, opportunities to house sit, breakfast at the Organic Farmers’ Market, La Sirena Gorda, and brunch and Sybil’s floor show at ?.  I am whipped.  The photos will be out of order but just seeing them will make me happy.  Thank you Camie and Larry.

PS Photos not working AT all. Maybe WordPress is the evil twin of ecto.  I am verrrrrry crazy.  I will just do a new post and do photos there.