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Mexico City, Federal District!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on February 28, 2014 by drycreekherbs

Screen Shot 2014-02-28 at 2.00.39 PM.pngOK, Mexico City. I have never been there before and I was kinda nervous about it. Did I really expect gunfights in the street? It was beautiful and about as scary as San Antonio! We stayed at the Red Tree House in the Condessa District. I love that B&B … really a boutique hotel. The inn was very modern and comfortable with interesting travelers. Two fellows own it—the service was impeccable. The residential neighborhood is pretty and complete with good restaurants. I want to go back. Oh, and only $115.00 per night for two people. Camie is a great travel companion!


Camie was in charge…she likes that ☺! She asked me what I wanted to do in the City. “I only want to see Frieda Kahlo’s house,” I said forcefully. Her prompt reply, “No, we aren’t going there. Too much traffic and not worth it.” I appreciate a bossy woman. So she made great choices for me and I was thrilled with what we did. We went to the Palacio de Bellas Artes for a symphony concert/marionette show; The Templo Mayor; the Soumayo Museum (divine architecture); and the Palacio National de Mexíco. I know we went other places too. Cute Aztec boys smudged away our bad spirits, influences, and toxins with Artemisia californica and Artemisia vulgaris (Sounds like it should be in a porn movie)…but really just sagebrush and mugwort.)—that was cool. I like to see muscular men prance around…it certainly lifted my spirits!








Meals—good. Camie and I were in agreement that we didn’t need to find gourmet restaurants. Camie swears I gave her my stomach issues. I was feely plucky again and pleased to glut on green juice, B&B breakfast, Italian, and yummy soups at a neighborhood eatery, the Special.

Then the first class ETN buss to San Miguel….Camie kept referring to goats and chickens…ha. It was so comfortable. Reserved seats, boxed lunch, Wi-Fi, reclining seats, and individual monitors for movies and music channels. I was very content….I slept half of the four hour ride. We taxied from the bus station to Garza y Huertas (The corner where Casa Sands is located.) to find Larry and the critters waiting. Larry had a fragrant chicken soup ready for us.   

OK, I’ve decided to make this one entry since The Conference has enough meat to stand alone.

Meanwhile I have had an issue with ecto the blogging software again. I had to buy another license which is fine but I think I am going to have to resent font defaults, etc and that makes me cranky. Humph.

Weird Me

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on February 2, 2014 by drycreekherbs

Here it is February 2nd and I just haven’t written much in my journal this month. I am not feeling inspired. In fact, I have been in the dark, damp, windowless room of my psyche. I have forgotten how to flip my switch. I used to know a hundred ways to get pumped up but now I am in the doldrums. I thought I was feeling like a victim, but that’s not it. No, I just have no interests. There’s no place I’m dying to go, nothing needed to buy, and nothing I want to learn. It is like sticking my hands in day-old, tepid, greasy dishwater. Ewwww. Well, soon enough, something will come along and I will be boring people silly with my new blind enthusiasm. Actually there are a few things that could flush out all that emotional gray water….

I had lunch with Foy last week. I took him to the Hilton Garden Inn’s restaurant because it is quiet and I can hear plus he didn’t want to go to the other places I suggested. Amazingly, he loved it. It was so pleasant. We spoke at length about his DOD trip to San Miguel. He was very satisfied and not one complaint! He was the sweet, mellow friend of yesteryear. We didn’t even bicker. Hope it wasn’t a mutual malaise—with not enough spunk between us to even argue over the how to best make potato salad.

Actually all I do is eat out…perhaps this is why I have the bulbous behind. Sometimes I eat out with chums from the Birthday Group, Katy, L., Nina, Foy, Joann, etc. I could save a mint if I didn’t eat out and I’d probably shed some fat too. Earlier this month, I had some of the gals from the After-Cancer Fitness class for lunch….It was pleasant enough but it seemed I gave it waaaaay too much thought.

Len and I have been going to movies! This is a sure sign that we need some kind of stimulation. We recently saw Jack Ryan: New Recruit, August: Osage County, and Dallas Buyers’ Club. One thing for certain—movies are intense these days. I want a happy movie….like Song of the South or Puss ‘n Boots. Sometimes we go eat ‘out’ before the flick….This was at a local Taqueria Guanijuato (AND, just how many of these exist in the world?)…a new drink I liked waaaay too much. IMG_9411.jpg

The weather was fabulous after days of cold, gray Germany days. Windy, but that’s was ok…maybe blew out whatever pollens have been hanging around. When I drove to San Antonio last week, I must have collided with a wall of bloomin’ cedar. I sneezed and sneezed, my nose and eyes were runny, and my throat even swelled. I missed two days of volunteering in the center….no one wants to be doing chemo with a diseased Juice and Blanket Lady.

So what is my issue? Half the people I know are sick. Really sick. Some acquaintances have died recently. I am reading Anne Lamott’s book Help, Thanks, Wow. I have resisted reading this and nearly every other book recommended about prayer. This I like! Now I have to practice being spontaneous which should be easy for me…but I always thought it was best to get real holy sounding. Maybe that’s been the problem. God didn’t recognize me.

IMG_9394.JPGI think I might have the 2nd, B Hilliard-wife-syndrome. My step-father’s (not exactly) 2nd wife, now deceased, took to her bed. Literally. For the past two days I have been in bed sleeping between intermittent episodes of upper and lower gastro issues. Too much of this and I am totally weird. While I was laid up, Len took a very bad fall off his bike. Bad enough to go to Belton Urgent Care—nothing broken but probably a whopper of a bruise in a few days. After a fall like that—that hurts like hell, a good bruise to show is good, I think.   

IMG_9379.jpgI have an angel…Angela, is my little friend from Ft. Hood. She is doing some kind of transfusion every single week of her life and we love each other. She is sooooooooo interesting. She is tiny and Gothic, tattooed, pale, beautiful, whispers, home-schooled, belly dances, and needlepoints. She is spiritual but not in the way of her Mother who is a Jehovah Witness nor her Father who is an Atheist. I gave her a necklace I had never worn because it did not look a bit like me but it sure did look like her. I think this pleased her and so on the sly she worked for two months on a petit point — an Art Nouveau exquisite stitchery. She had it framed and put flattering notes on the back. It made me cry. I love that little gal. She thinks I make her happy but it is very mutual.