Archive for October, 2013

Diego was Skunked

Posted in Uncategorized on October 13, 2013 by drycreekherbs

So this means that on this wonderful, rainy day, Len and I have been showering and de-skunking him…this is a messy enterprise. In the interim, I have been napping and napping.

I stayed up until 2:00 am watching a BBC series called New Tricks. It is a clever comedy/detective story…a fine tip from one of my library buddies.

Parent Care: Five of my close friends are involved in caring for a parent. The choice that each family makes is different. I think the hardest thing for Mom is making a choice. She really wants to die and sooner than later. She told me this past week that she surely wouldn’t live another year. Usually when she says this, we both cry. I tell her, “Quit it! I am ruining my make up.” Then we chuckle and let it go. I tell myself this is life training for me. I pray for a big truck hitting me—or dancing a pagan dance until I hit the floor—or going in the midst of a great dream.

I also pray for the grace my Mom has.

I went to SAT last Wednesday for the Sunshine Cottage Legacy Luncheon….that Belinda has landed a fabulous job and she is just right for them. She was beautiful, smart, and poised—I think they will love her if they don’t already. While I was there I ran into Mom’s former attorney—it is a small world.

I had a biopsy on some weird rash –the stitches are driving me nuts. I am boring myself. Going to bed.

The Single Most Beautiful Day EVER Happening Right Now

Posted in Uncategorized on October 6, 2013 by drycreekherbs

Who knew a ‘cold’ front could be so fabulous? It has never been warmer than 75 F today and there is a soft little breeze. (I knew someone whose nickname was Cool Breeze…he was from Big Spring, TX, where a cool breeze is a good thing.) This is the kind of day you want to cry it is so perfect.

I am feeling wistful for a couple of reasons. Belinda had a good friend lose her battle with mean cancer, I have a friend from the chemo center that is losing her battle, and I am preparing to speak at the Bra Brunch Breast Caner Awareness Luncheon at the end of this month. Here is what I might talk about—I do not want to be presumptuous about others experiences nor do I want to appear cavalier….

  • All my life I feared cancer above everything else
  • Caught early in routine mammogram June 2011—name type of cancer and stage
  • Cancer almost always feels like an ambush
  • My journey not representative of all journeys
  • Roberta told me if it all goes well you will be at least inconvenienced fort a year….yup.
  • There are no rules of behavior
  • Some patients are information junkies; I trusted completely my doctor and my friends were the researchers
  • Attitude is in part predicated by how you feel
  • Oncotype test results in the middle for predicting success of chemo
  • My treatment: Allergic to chemo type—12 weekly treatments instead of 4-tri weekly treatments and 6 weeks of daily radiation (?)
  • Hair loss; long bones ached; wobbly; fatigue, & cried—hormone patch gone. Easy
  • The difference between a gift and a present….My advocates: Len, family, posse, and Susan for treatment; therapy, medical appointments
  • I loved the nurses and volunteer at the VCTC; my last day of chemo was my volunteer’s last day of ‘working’.
  • She inspired me. Within 2 weeks I was volunteering in the VCTC…best physical, mental, and emotional therapy for me. I am humbled at the degree of bravery and perseverance others demonstrate in chemo. It is a privilege to support patients and the staff, who demonstrates skill and compassion. Breast cancer will be conquered – must be vigilant about all the other ruthless cancers
  • Two years since my last treatment. Once you have cancer you know you are never really out of the woods, so I choose to live an easy life–
  • My volunteer’s cancer returned (not breast) she did not make it.

Now I am weepy.

Some More

Posted in Uncategorized on October 4, 2013 by drycreekherbs

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Gallery of SMdA

Posted in Uncategorized on October 4, 2013 by drycreekherbs

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Reluctant Closure

Posted in Uncategorized on October 4, 2013 by drycreekherbs

Ok so now I have to close out the month in San Miguel. I like unpacking well enough but putting the period at the end of the last sentence makes me sad. I had big plans for reflection on the ride back to the airport but I discerned pretty quickly that the Bojiogo sedan wasn’t headed toward Leon, rather he was headed more or less uphill…ended up at the Tres Casitas, so I learned, where Mary Kay was ready and eager to chat! I had never met her but we seemed compatible and for the entire ride we talked and learned from each other. She lives in Mexico in the Baja area south of Arizona—well she was interesting but I didn’t get to muse over my month in SMdA.

So now, can I pull it back together? I kinda of doubt it…Since the minute I have been home I have been on the run again. Susan and Bill were in town for about 4 days closing on the farm so we did a fast dinner/happy hour here at the house….I don’t ever want to miss a chance to be with friends that are so far away….anyway, that started the activities….then there was a surprise eye appointment with dilation, dental visit for THE BAD TOOTH (and I might add, still not on. Seems the glue the Mexican dentist used is temporary but barely. It is frequently used on children’s crowns so they won’t come off easily. So it is more or less on for a while….I am encouraged to eat apples, jolly ranchers, and pralines to pull it off so cutting it off isn’t necessary.)

San Miguel: There were many highlights, some I have already described.IMG_8024.JPG Dinner at Camie and Larry’s house with their current interim preacher and his wife, Ken and Linda, and Chris and Al. Camie and I had a “Hen Party” and ‘my house’ one evening….I don’t even know if I can remember the names of people….some I knew from my water aerobics class (including Lucie Thomas, St. Paul’s interim priest); Hope (from the Monarch trip) and a chum who is a travel writer and artist; Leslie and her renter; a couple of writers, etc. I am still pleased that Fr. (?) Lucie said she could only stay a little while, but instead stayed the entire time….with the comment that these were some very interesting women!


I am letting go of sequencing events. On San Miguel’s Feast Day, Larry took Camie and me to The Restaurant for her birthday dinner. It was a great meal served in the middle of the most dramatic thunder and lightening storm and tons of rain. Most restaurants with patio seating have roofs that shut….otherwise we would have all drowned. It was a perfect evening in my book….that Larry is a prince and I like his taste in shirts. Before I met them I took lots of pictures (this one is not mine but came from Access San Miguel, I think.)of Indians dancing in the Jardin and the big papier-mâché people, —-?—.

If you take enough photos in San Miguel you WILL get some good ones eventually. There is always something big happenings….and September is a great month to go—if you can avoid the rain. Raul told me that Mexico has not had this much rain since they started measuring it in the 1500’s! I didn’t get to see any of the big firework displays and I am only slightly disappointed—Camie said her gardener, I think, lost an eye during a display. On San Miguel Day they shoot the fireworks out of the church area as a representation of St. Michael slaying the devil, dragon, or something! Anyway it is common for injuries to occur. Our plan to get up at 3:00 am and go to the Jardin didn’t materialize and I didn’t mind at all.

During the afternoon of St. Michael’s Day I walked up to the Jardin and there were hundreds and hundreds of cowboys on horses at a mass in front of the Parochia. Wow, that was so cool. Right after the cowboys rode off into the sunset, about 50 little kids came through with little papier-mâché figures rigged with firecrackers…this was pretty darned entertaining. A fuse is lit then runs up the pole to the puppet which ignites a series of deafening pops coming from the puppet’s orifices! The audience goes berserk chasing after the body parts! I think it is a good luck thing. That’s my version, anyway.

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The Saturday before I left, Camie and I went to the Saturday Organic Market for breakfast IMG_8192.jpg then on to Annmarie Slipper’s gallery and home. She is the artist that did the huge abstract in Diane’s house over the dining room table. Her work is on ungalvanized tin—she uses smoke, rust and weird products like coca cola to get the chemistry going. She said that she likes the spontaneity—it is pretty darned dramatic. I like Annmarie and I love one painting in particular, Daughters of Sophia, Faith, Hope, and Love. I want it a lot. It is a composition she and her husband, Gary, did together. His work is very Heironymous Bosch-esque! There are lots of little faces emerging from the rust areas. It might scare some people.

I may think of more precious events but right now I think I want to make some generalizations. Rental property is more costly I think than it used to be…but then I have high standards as Camie likes to tell me.

I love the simplicity of life but I also believe this simplicity could drive you to drink if you lived there….What doesn’t drive me to drink? When I landed Len took me to Mighty Fine Burger joint at my request—it seemed so busy, so big, so commercial, etc. The simplicity is the magic and maybe the curse of San Miguel.

I am sleepy. I always think of the drinking song from Jaws….Show Me the Way to Go Home. Just read that Campbell and Connelly wrote it on a train from London. I love that kind of trivia. Well, I am …’tired and I want to go to bed.”


Sure hope I can go to the Writer’s Conference in February in San Miguel….I have to find out of any chums want to go…Camie has agreed to meet me in Mexico City for a quick look-about then escort me, more or less, to San Miguel on the bus so I will know how to do it on my own. Airfares from San Antonio to DF (Why do they call Mexico City that, I wonder? Maybe it is the airport code; it is also on the license plates?) are very, very reasonable. OK, I just re-read this and it is obvious that Camie made the remainder of my month memorable. I am a lucky woman that she is my sister in spirit and that she willingly gave me so much attention….it has to do with my neediness I’m certain.

I also want to go to Cuba and Argentina.

I think I might want a sip of Absolut Vanilla Vodka…..Len and I are going on a day trip to SAT tomorrow to see Mom, then I will go again on Wednesday—maybe for about 3-4 days.

News flash: Len and Diego are signed up for 6 weeks of Agility Training! My idea is that at the end of the 6 weeks, Len will be able to squirm through a tube and Diego will be giving succinct commands!index.jpg

Ah yes, I did not have to pay for the extra suitcase nor the two carry-ons…I also did not set off all the service dogs in the customs area….the vanilla beans made it! Now it is time to cut and paste this into ecto…..goodnight me.

Here is the very last sentence. Is it possible to write in a journal without always starting off with “I….?” AND here are some DOG photos to get out of my file and some nice photos of SMdA….Hen party photos will have to come IMG_8159.JPG IMG_8148.JPG tomorrow. IMG_8162.JPG

There are many white Wheaton dogs that are related in San Miguel and just as many dog walkers. Only a few living street cats.
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I am confused

Posted in Uncategorized on October 1, 2013 by drycreekherbs

I am home; I haven’t written the last chapter about San Miguel; I have an eye appointment in an hour and a half that I forgot; I am having a spontaneous happy hour in 5 hours with good friends; I am ⅓ unpacked and Len will want all my “stuff” off the bed immediately; I don’t know where the trash is kept; my brother needs me to help him have some time for himself fast; my eyeliner is missing; and I may have forgotten how to drive a car. BUT. Joanne taught me this new mantra: ‘I live an easy life.’ She has mean cancer so she knows what really is and what really isn’t. I love this doctored up photo I took in SMdA…but now I find the application I used won’t work with the stinkin’ new IOS 7.2 and I can’t get it off my phone! So–until mañana! IMG_8167.JPG IMG_8166.JPG Buddha quotation from Facebook…