Sunday Ride



We went out in the desert for a short ride yesterday. I got to ride my filly's mother, Pony. She's normally a sweet little paint mare and yesterday, while she was sweet, she was also in heat. She was constantly trying to get as close to Billy as she could take me so she could flirt and enjoy his masculine presence. I was constantly legging her away. Anyway the little ride was fun because we took the yearlings and my filly.



They just come along with us and get to kick up their heels and frolic about.



And eat all these neat desert plants that look like dried grass or weeds, and all kinds of shrubs.
These girls aren't even sweaty but the temp is around 95 and they've just been running along with each other. That's my little grulla, Bella, back there that looks like a donkey. Sonora is the paint and Cita is the sorrel. They both will be a year old next month.



The desert surprises us with so much color, even when we haven't seen a drop of rain since last September.

Somewhere in May
What day is today? Friday? Already? And the mini-splits are almost, allll most, done. Brother. And then there was the tanaka that is our own little water tank on our roof. It got messed up and one thing has led to another and now we're getting the shut-off valve replaced. At one point I had 3 men up on my roof, hanging their butts over the edge and making my knees weak.
I know we all hate waiting, but I'm pretty good at it. Because of all this waiting-for-workers business I was able to start a new book that I'm enjoying very much. The Soloist by Mark Salzman. I think it's about a 10 year old book. My husband, who eats books like potato chips, couldn't get into it but I'm taking it slow so it doesn't end too soon.
Today dawns bright and cool and I feel more energetic due to the low humidity. The women in town are holding a fishing tournament on this Memorial Day Weekend. They will be looking for Marlin and Dorado which I hear have migrated up the Sea of Cortez along with the warmer water. I don't participate in these sports since I get so darn sea sick. It's just not worth it for everyone and for me. I have taken pills and gone out on very smooth seas and thoroughly enjoyed myself but I prefer kayaking in the bay...when it's smooth. Or just flopping down and snorkeling along the shoreline. Although, I can get seasick doing that too.
I put my all purpose English saddle on Bella the other day. Since the girth was too long I didn't leave the saddle on for a walk, for fear it could slip and ruin the whole good experience. Oh, and the day before that we had a good lesson with being tied to a poll in a good rope halter and getting her tail washed. She is not in the least afraid of the hose but decided this tail washing business wasn't a good idea and so did some good pulling. She didn't go so far as to slip or scramble but the pulling was one of those sacking-out kind that can only be done with a good halter and pole. I just stayed quiet and let her settle down. It didn't last long and she got over it after two tries. She's pretty smart and figures stuff out pretty quickly. I'm going to put her western saddle on again for a little longer this weekend.
One more thing, a guy opened a little at-home car wash business down the street and around the corner. I was his first customer yesterday so I'll feel responsible for his success forever. He did a lovely job on my filthy, dusty car for only $8. I'll be visiting him often since Bella lives out a long dirt road that I travel daily.
Happy Friday.

Sunday
Nothing went as planned yesterday. The material was backordered for my sofa. The mini-split guy couldn't come afterall and will be here tomorrow, or Manana, whichever comes first. And that lovely Street Sense was beat by a slight nostral.
Life goes on.

Lots of little and big appointments today. We are finally getting our couch recovered. Yes it's a sectional sofa and I realize it is very '80's in look and style but it fits our living room so well that it is the final decision on what to do, what to do. So I get to inspect the material this morning and decide if it is exactly what I chose. I'll try to take before and after pictures.
Also, we are going to have mini-splits installed in the remaining 2 bedrooms. When we bought this house it had a 10 ton unit that cooled and heated beautifully but was so inefficient that it was embarrassing. So, we had it dismantled and taken away and started replacing it with mini-splits in each room. I've seen these little units in Europe and Mexico but never in the US. They are wonderfully efficient and not so loud and ugly as the window air conditioners. We decided not to add heat to these last two units, just the AC. Our winters are so mild here that we almost never use heat except in the early morning in January occasionally. But AC is another story, and last summer when Barbie and Sybil came to visit they had to share a room since it was the only extra one with AC.
I am looking forward to the Preakness today even though I saw the fatal step last year. Street Sense is so gorgeous and so thoroughbred. I hope he has a good race.

And, LA LA LA, I'm trying to get used to this new computer I lusted after. We're coming along as a team.

Happy Mother's Day

It is nice to get to thank all of those nurturers who we admire as care-givers and hand-holders. I always get cards from both my daughter and daughter-in-law, but feel like I'm cheating since they have the "mother" jobs now and mine is long over. I always say that they deserve the special treatment.
My daughter has never had children but she teaches school and tends to her husband and pets. That's pretty busy mother things. My daughter-in-law has our two grandsons, who are 15 and 12. You know she gets the hugs and kisses and gold stars for her time-in-service. She's doing a great job in the motherhood department. I applaud both of these hard working women.
Mother's Day down here in Mexico was last Thursday. I think they have it on May 10th every year whatever day that happens to be. It seemed to be a holiday for the school kids so they could stay home and spend time with their mothers. Isn't that sweet? And everywhere we went we saw kids with their Moms.
Have a lovely Sunday.

Bella Under Saddle

Before I bought Bella last summer she had tried on a baby saddle a few times, but that was the last time, maybe a year ago. Here we are just past 2 years old making it look like a walk in the park. No hesitation other than a little side step to get a better smell. After the saddle was cinched up I walked her out the gate to my car and simply unsaddled her. She was a perfect lady the whole time.

I had my TV on all day yesterday, tuned into the Discovery Channel. Planet Earth was on from morning to night and it was a nice way to honor the diverse jewel we live on and share.

Dixie Peach over in Germany had a thought provoking interview and offered to ask 5 interview questions to those bloggers that were interested in this meme. These are her questions and my answers.

1. I know you love horses. Is there one horse you owned or have ridden that stands out above the rest in your memory?
I've only owned a handful of horses but the one that still gives me a lump in my throat is my old Handsome Buck. He was Not the best looking horse in the stable. Matter of fact, when I met him as my daughter-in-law was looking for a horse for me to buy, she pointed out this pathetic bag of bones with not nearly enough tail and a couple of stray hairs in his mane and a tiny fuzzy forelock. He had been out in the middle of cow country and didn't have enough forage. There was no way I would consider buying him, but, oh ok, let's feed him some suppliments. As he was eating his bucket the second day he looked me square in the eye as if saying, "You're my lady now." I was sunk but still didn't consider buying him until several months later when he had started putting on weight due to my daily bucket. Once I saddled and bridled him all he wanted to do was please me. If I asked for a trot he just went right to it. If I asked for a canter, he went rocking-horse forward on the correct lead and would try to make a flying change if I could try to ask for it properly. We cut cattle one day and worked on our dressage another day. He was the ultimate pleasure horse and someone I had looked for and needed in my life without knowing it. He passed away a few years ago. A rare diamond in the rough.


2. How do you like to entertain - throw large parties or have intimate dinner parties with just a few people or something in between?
My very favorite thing is to have friends come for lunch. Bologna and/or grilled cheese sandwiches and peanut butter crackers, potato chips, root beer, Oreos. Evenings are best with a few friends, not the crowd. But if I have overnight guests then it’s a total par-tay like a rock star. Large parties are like endurance races.

3. "I really tried to fight it, but what the hell I like it..." is a favorite line of mine from a song. Do you have a bad habit that you probably should fight but you don't because you like it?
My bad habit is thinking about dieting, eating more sensibly, and not getting it done. I love ice cream too much. Oh! and cheese too.

4. You're out to dinner and seated at the table next to your is your favorite actor/actress/singer/sports figure/whatever. Would you approach that person and if you would, how would you do it?
I have seen, been close to, seated nearby some pretty famous people but I would never speak to them. The one exception was when I stood close to Doris Day and she spoke to me first. I babbled something incoherant and grinned at the floor.

5. What's your favorite cocktail?
Probably a Cosmopolitan but only maybe one per year and it has to have really smooth vodka. Or a nicely chilled California Chardonnay.

Plucked right from Dixie’s blog:
Now it's your turn to play if you wish:

Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” I will respond by asking you five questions in the comments here on this post so check back here. I get to pick the questions. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

(Thanks alot Dixie. This is a nice get-together)

59

You know how 60 is the new 40? So I turned 39 today.
Hip hip hurray!

Changes

Ok, I'm not going to talk about this Imus business. Everyone else seems to be and they are much more eloquent writers than me. Somebody somewhere is saying what I feel. I can give you a hint though by telling you that way back in 1993 I got so angry about censorship that it was unhealthy. I'm talking about a narrow-minded, local TV station that refused to show NYPD Blue due to the nudity. Outraged is not even close to how angry I was at the "deciders" who thought it was much too nasty for my gentle eyes.
No, I'd rather talk about my sister, Susan, and her ability to change. She is the sister that can eat the same thing everyday for 9 months. She is the sister that almost passed out in the L'Occitane store when she learned that the lovely, light green Linden soap was not going to be produced anymore. She is the sister that influenced me more than our mother since she is the one born just ahead of me. I probably have many of her same rigid traits.
Her laptop, which I influenced her to buy, left her high and dry last week when the hard drive decided to blow up. She came back to me anyway for advice on what she should look at now. I have been listening to geeks and genius' about what units are providing good service at reasonable prices. So I gave her a few choices with the small Mac Book at the top of the list. When her old laptop mechanic called to say the hard drive was kaput she drove straight to the Mac store and simply bought the very one I suggested. The poor Genius helping her tried to explain why it was a good machine and have you ever used a Mac before? She responded that she had used a Mac before he was born, which turned out to be true. She had taught at Reed College in Portland in the early '80s and they had Macs...way back then. But that was the last time so this was a very big step.

So, Susan has made the jump. It's all good. And I'm sitting in the corner, jealous as hell, sucking my thumb, wanting a new black Mac like hers.

Easter Storm
Most days I wake up to a beautiful glow in the eastern sky that encourages me to get out of bed and go watch. Today started out with breezy wind, gray skies, and waves that look like we are on Monterey Bay. I don't think this is a named storm but it sure does remind me of last summer with all the hurricanes. Anyway, Happy Easter.
The thousands and thousands of Mexican campers came and played anyway, storm or no storm. They partied almost through the night until the cops came and shut them down. The music didn't wake me up but the sirens and the bip bipping of their sirens certainly did. 3am is a bad time to wake up thinking I'm in New York City.
Since the weather is so crumby I suppose the boaters and jet skiers will be heading back to their cities, leaving us to sweep the streets and get back to our seriously quiet little village. Tents will be folded and taco carts will be loaded on pick ups. I wonder if all that beer got drunk.
Since we 'Mericans are in general a religious bunch we understand and expect lots of church goers to make it to their chosen House of God on these holidays. Generally, Mexicans also consider this a family day with their barbecues and beer replacing our ham and Easter Eggs. And as far as I can tell the whole Easter Bunny and candy deal we have is only being adopted by a few Mexicans.
So, on this gray Easter morning I'm wishing you much beer, candy, eggs, baked ham, and barbecued steak.

Visitors Are Bye Bye
There went March. All gone and all used up and all appreciated. All of my visits and all of our visitors were so much fun.
I learned that our island in the bay has tons of sea shells, but a few less now that Barbie has had her dirty way with it. She tried to sink our kayak with her bounty.
I learned that I don't like to jet ski in windy, wavy water. I think a lake would be a gentler ride for me. I tried to take Barbie over to where the dolphins hang out which might be about a 5 mile ride one way, but I chickened out and turned around before we got there. We were soaked by the time we got back home since the jet ski bounced over the waves and the water sprayed us the whole way back. Good machine, bad driver.
The cooking frenzy was more fun than I ever remember with such a good sized group. One night we made chicken enchiladas which were wonderful. We started that whole day by roasting a chicken. Perfectly delicious. Another night was different kinds of shrimp on the barbeque.
This is the week that brings all of the Mexican college students into town for their Spring Break. I believe there were over a hundred thousand kids last year that camped on the beaches and partied all night. We old folks just tuck ourselves in and let them have their fun. But, I bet my husband will insist on us checking out the action on Friday night like we did last year. I felt so completely out of place that I begged him to just turn the quad around and get me home.
I'm turning 59 in the middle of this month. Ho Hum. I suppose that's why I don't feel excited about driving a quad through a mass of drunk college kids. I'm probably older than their grandparents! Maybe I should be wearing a hairnet (winking at Dixie).

Bella Turned Two Yesterday

She's a great little filly and becoming more and more my girl. I think I'll keep her.

I get to go out to her barn everyday and give her a small bucket of Youth Equine along with a couple of carrots and horse cookies. It's all in the bucket so she never expects to be handed treats out of my pocket. So far that has been a successful rule.
I'm so lucky to have her.

This is the month of visits. I love it and today I have a day alone to be so happy about all my family and friends I get to play with. When I'm in the middle of a visitor there's no time to think because there's so much to say.
I rode across the border with a friend this time. It is such a different trip when someone else is there to chat with and be concerned about their comfort. It's better for me because I tend to only stop for gas and restroom breaks when traveling alone. I usually boil a few eggs to snack on and take something like fruit or crackers. When driving back into the states from Mexico you aren't allowed to cross the border with any fruit so that is either consumed before the border or discarded at the last pit stop.
Back to my visitors. I got here to my alternate home on Friday and two hours later my daughter arrived. Great fun to be welcomed by my lovely girl. We had a quiet weekend while we both unwound from our respective trips. We watched DVD's and slept and chatted up a storm. She left early on Monday and I replaced the sheets and towels in time for my close old friend to arrive for her two day visit. Tons of talking and sharing, eating and a little gardening. I cleaned up after she left and my sister arrived for a couple of nights. It's always intense when Susan comes out to relax and rebuild her energy. We are in constant touch thanks to Google Chat and email, but we never run out of important political discussions and what to wear with that blouse.
Now I've got a semi-clean house as I prepare to go meet my best old friend in Scottsdale for a Spring Training game. I'm dragging her back with me to Mexico so she can help me kayak while the weather is so perfect and the water is smooth.
After she flies back out, my other sister is coming down with her daughter and family. That just about finishes the month.
It's all so wonderful and full.
It's one month of so many important people in my life.
It will feel like a dream in April when it's all over and I settle back into the routine of quiet Mexican village life.

Rotary Dinner.

It was out on the patio, catered, and 73 people showed up. It was fun. But I'm pooped.
I'm off to the US of A tomorrow to visit family and friends for 12 days. I also have a grocery list and a movie list. Any 5 star suggestions?
Mas Tarde

65 people for dinner tonight. No I'm not kidding. I've gotta go.

Pony, Bella, Sonora

My little yearling is between her mother and her sister. Mama Pony is about 7 years old and barely reaches 15 hands. Bella is a month away from 2 years now. Sonora is 9 months and starting to shed her baby coat. Sonora and Bella had different Dads but Pony is their Mama. Sonora is weaned, but will stick her head under either Pony or Bella if given a chance. They both let her, too. All three girls really enjoy human company and stand quietly for brushing and kisses.

One more thing, Sonora has a complete white marking around her upper neck like a string of pearls. She's appropriately attired to take tea with the Queen.

Five Things I Miss
The things we miss because we aren't in our native country or maybe just not in our area of our native country can seem insignificant to those with the ability to get to them easily, but if they don't exist here and now they become larger than life. Dixie Peach passed-on this meme and I thought I'd add my 2 cents. I've described my little corner of Mexico as being like a small town in Montana. Ranches, cowboys, open spaces for miles and miles, and far and few conveniences. I have way too many choices of tacos, hot dogs, hamburgers, fish, and no choices for other foods. Luckily I can get up to the Safeways and Costcos pretty easily and re-stock what I can't live without by making a "run for the border."
These are the foods I usually restock and I miss:
Wine
Cheese
Bread (SOUR DOUGH)
Coffee
Pickles
Cereals
Crackers
Grits
and I usually grab a deli sandwich before returning.

I miss shopping at Trader Joe's

I miss smooth highways with shoulders

I miss huge salad bars

I miss variety

Kung Hei Fat Choy

The year of the pig, or Boar, is about to start and I think that means a lucky year is ahead for those lucky souls born in the year of the pig. I hope I didn't bore you with this trivia.

Happy New Year!

Trolling for Dinner

A neighbor had a dream that after he retired he could come down here and fish his little heart out, and maybe try some kayaking. So he bought the perfect little boat that is a kayak with holes for fishing poles.

Yesterday he was out in the bay, on his maiden voyage just gently paddling along with his two lines out and damn if he didn't catch an edible fish.

I'm ready for Barbie to get back down here and go out with me. We'll take turns on who paddles and who fishes.

ANDREAS HELGSTRAND - WEG2006 Freestyle Final

As promised, I caught the moon rising as the sun was setting last evening. The syzygy. It was a great low tide that is visable below my patio. I put the camera right on the railing so I wouldn't end up with jewelry again.

Then the other day we had such pretty lighting at sunset due to a little storm coming through.

I had the flash on and got this odd picture. There might have been a rainbow somewhere out there.

Enjoy It, Live It

You just never know, do you? It smacks you upside the head occasionally. Just when you get bored or complacent or frustrated over little everyday details someone important to you is gone and you have to look at your tinsy little problems in a different light.
Molly Ivins died today. And she was only a little older than me and was still so full of piss and vinegar. I could count on one hand and take away the thumb how much older than me she was. Damn.
I'm going to miss her sassy tongue. Ann Richards, Molly Ivins... Who will we look to for the truth now? I'm going searching, so to hell with the dirty dishes and unmade bed.

Barbaro was euthanized this morning. It was the right thing to do. He was gorgeous, brave, willing, and too young to die. But I also think he was too young to race. I look at my little Bella getting ready to turn two and I feel so badly for the racing thoroughbreds that get started in their second year. So much bone growth and development is yet to happen and too much stress on these tender bones is dangerous.

Rest in Peace Barbaro.

Happy House

Our friends and their friends came for a visit. Our friends brought their dogs, two darling and lively Cocker Spaniels. Our cats are sticking pretty close to the safety of their upstairs. Floyd has to do the occasional wall-walk, tail flip, in-your-face stretch which puts the whole animal tantrum in full swing. Can't we all just get along?

Dinner last night was so much fun with Carne Asada until our tortillas runneth over. Tonight will be multiple choices of shrimp dishes. We will go buy our jumbo shrimp later this morning when the shrimpers are in port. Meanwhile, we've replenished our cupboards with all the good stuff these guys were sweet enough to bring down to us. The wine was amazing but this morning it looks like the red is too popular and we'll be suffering with beer tonight. Beer and shrimp. Yes, that works.

The State of...
I would really like to say something important and smart after watching the State of the Union speech tonight but I'm too hoarse from yelling at the TeeVee.

I need to remove myself from all this ******** and stick my head in the sand and pretend it doesn't matter at all.

There's one more cowgirl in heaven today. Dale Evans and Annie Oakley had better welcome her with open arms because she's a wonderful addition.

Bella is showing lots of attitude and has started to come to my whistle since I give her a nice crunchy bucket of yummies then. I have also insisted that she not crowd me in the stall door when said bucket is delivered, and she is following that rule perfectly. This halter is an Average Horse size and was so big on her a few short months ago. Now she is growing into it.

La Luna

Guess who moved the camera right at the moment of click. I think it looks like jewelry, though, but that wasn't what I was looking for. Now I will wait another month to try to catch the syzygy.

Happy New Year's Day

A busy day full of friends goes in between those pictures. You knew I had to post a sunrise on day 1 of 2007.

I hope yours was relaxing and reflective.

I just want to give a big thumbs up, high five, and peace sign to Betty Ford. She has more than stood the test of time and come out ahead. She is the best.

Mercury in Retrograde?

Whatever. My DSL modem bit the dust, TV quit receiving signal, and I fell and scraped my palm.

It could be so much worse. Funny how it happens in clusters though.

I took Bella's mama for a ride out in the desert yesterday and enjoyed watching Bella move. When we got to a piddling puddle of a lake where the cattle still get a drink, Bella rolled down in it over and over. Then got out and rolled in the dirt until she looked like a muddy little boy. I chose not to rinse her off once we got home even though she smells like cow dung. That mud-bath must be good for her hide and she seemed quite proud of herself.

I got a new modem today and "initialized" it myself after reading the booklet in Spanish. It's getting easier.

Oh dear. A Hello Kitty toaster. Kitchen bling, I guess. Target was practically giving them away yesterday but I still couldn't buy one. Don't need it, don't want it, don't want to put it in my kitchen.

I did watch Wordplay last night and loved it. I hear Will Shorts, the puzzle master, on NPR almost every Sunday morning with Leanne Hanson.

Christmas Visits

I'm almost done with all my traveling, visiting, cooking, eating, buying. I just need to get back home now and get a good night's sleep.

I'm not very good without a fast computer connection and short sleeved shirts. Funny how quickly I became accustomed to high speed and am appalled that dial-up is still around. I also don't care for this frost warning business or worrying about snow in the higher elevations.

I'm really missing my little Bella, too. I bought a small 25 lb. bag of flax seed and will start incorporating a little into her diet. Has anyone else ever fed their horse flax seed? I think I need to grind it in the coffee grinder or soak it in a little warm water.

Check it out

Floyd didn't know I had my camera at the ready.

Chester is one of those tigers with a white bib and Nancy Sinatra white boots on his back paws. He has let me be his mother for 10+ years. We put some excitement in his life when we brought Floyd home. Floyd is a typical plain-jane tiger with very little white except right under his chin. Chester knows he is a cat, Floyd does not. Overall they are very close buddies even though their personalities are so different.

One of my last trips back to the states I brought back a water fountain for them. Chester is a very good drinker but he is also pretty picky about the water vessel. It really needs to be a topped-off cup of water right out of the faucet in the bathroom (right! faucet water in Mexico) and nice and cold. He doesn't trust this new fangled fountain at all. It hums and it worries him. He would even prefer drinking the excess water under the potted plant. Floyd on the other hand has tried this $50 cat dish a few times and is pretty unimpressed. I think he's probably using it in the middle of the night when I'm not looking.

With the weather so cool at night now it seems I have a herd of cats in bed with me. When my husband snores, I believe the cats think he is purring loudly which means, "Come on to bed." And they do. So I have 3 guys tucked up against my hot flash body and everybody is purring while I try to untuck and stick arms and legs out into the cool air. It's so much fun...

65th Anniversary of Pearl Harbor

Merely 2 days before Pearl Harbor Day our bay is loaded with pelicans dive-bombing the minnows. Many more are on large, gliding circles as they spy-plane for the Kamikazes. It gives me time to reflect as I watch them splash down.

I have two old friends, one of Swedish decent, the other of Japanese decent. Both are from many, many generations of Americans. These girls never fail to call each other on Pearl Harbor Day and blow air-kisses to each other.

Have you ever been to the Pearl Harbor Memorial? It's pretty amazing and I hope you have a chance to see it someday. It's built right on top of the sunk USS Arizona. It's eerie and yet lovely. When you book that lavish trip to Hawaii be sure to add in a half day for a visit to this memorial.

The water in the bay went from 90 to 70 in a blink of an eye. Two wet-suited snorkelers were enjoying the views down under and diving for morsels. We must be in for a great full moon today or tomorrow because the tides are ultra low. I love tide charts *Stop Yawning* and figuring out the best time to tide pool.

My First Horse

She was considered a "grade mare" or even a funny looking stage-coach horse by the other barn girls. We all decided she was a cross between a Belgian and a Quarter Horse. I didn't care what she was. I just wanted to be with her as much, as often, and as long as I could. I laughed along with my girlfriends as she extended her trot and refused to break into a nice collected canter. It tickled me to pieces that she would stand calmly as we girls talked our teen aged gossip and their thoroughbreds fidgeted and balked. Holly would do just about anything I asked, and I asked her to perform more like a $1000 horse than a $100 auction horse. She was a field horse, not a barn beauty. She was sound as a dollar and there were only two times we asked the vet to look at her. The first was when we pulled a 4 inch rusty nail out of her right fore and the second was when we asked the vet to stick his arm all the way into her to find out if she was pregnant. The nail produced no after effects and the pregnancy test produced a black filly some months later.
Holly jumped everything I pointed her at, and with her big gullumping stride we covered lots of ground in the hunt field. The one hunt class I entered her in was a disappointment due to 8 of us going clean and only 7 ribbons presented. It was beyond the judge to give us a nod as all the expensive horses circled around at the trot. We were the one team excused. It certainly wasn't Holly's fault, or even mine. We had practiced and practiced. It was more a sign of the times where the long and lovely horses were worshipped and the warm bloods were still considered plough horses.
To consider selling Holly to upgrade to a fancy horse was never a possibility, financially or emotionally. Holly was my horse. She was MY horse. I was her girl. We ate lunch together, her grazing on fresh spring grass while I sat backwards and used her big butt to spread out my sandwich and chips.
I learned some valuable life lessons with this mare. I learned alot about myself. She probably taught me more about patience than anything else in my life ever did. And she taught me to know that the nicest looking horse in the barn isn't necessarily the best.

We were just gone a couple of days for Thanksgiving and were welcomed back this morning. I know, Again with the Sunrises?!!

I didn't have enough turkey and so will have to make one myself. I love a turkey dinner almost as much as a meatloaf dinner. Comfort food abounds.

Both of these lovely mares have passed on this year. Both were first horses for these lucky women on their backs. I think you might be able to see how comfortable they all are by the good seat position and tail set. The women loved and cared deeply for their mares and in return both got back total trust and loyality. It's never easy, but seems especially hard when such an honest partner in life is gone. Yesterday was our day to say good-bye to Champagne and the loss is felt by so many.

Hip Hop/Rap

Can anyone help me with a song title and/or who the singer is? I only know a couple of the words but find the song pretty catchy and would like to add it to my iPod. There is something about a Supermodel and being built like a Coke bottle and then a lot of heavy breathing. I think. That might be in another song. I've heard the song maybe 4-5 times and have never heard the title. I've tried iTunes for help but still haven't come up with the right song.
Thanks.

Baby's First Daylight

See how little they are? Fa Goodness Sakes. I'm pleased as punch to see my little bananas out in the open.

I'm sure sorry if this is boring you to tears, but as a new fruity mother I just can't help sharing each and every new stage in development. (My daughter would die at all this but she doesn't know about this blog. Ha)

Sunday Sunrise Buffet

Long before sunrise today the fishermen were out in our bay. Seems they were successful due to the pelicans interest in the goings on.

Bananas

Can you see that pod hanging in the shade? I think my banana is about to have bananas. I'm so proud. It has been putting out leaves all summer and finally, after thinking it was not able to produce, here comes a pod. We'll see if I ever really succeed in getting something to peel and put on my cereal.

Ta Duh

I'm so proud of the voters of America for stepping up, for punching those chads all the way through, for somehow not letting the other side bully them out of their own decisions this time.

I figure the next scandel will be a Democrat doing something immoral. It's their turn, afterall. But I sincerely hope it isn't something scary and nasty but is instead something involving cash.

Damn it. See?

Profoundly anti-gay.

It gives me such a sick feeling to hear that anti-gay marriage venom, and I barely feel better about him getting caught because it's all so obvious.

I have gay girlfriends and boyfriends that have been in their long-term relationships for many years. I love them and I want to protect them from this kind of nastiness, but alas it is so much bigger than me.

Hasn't this been an interesting week with Halloween smack in the way on boring old Tuesday!? The Mexican kids have figured this scam out and dressed up in outfits and make-up, and ran the neighborhood yelling "Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!" ringing doorbells and otherwise acting like sugarloaded Spidermen and Princesses. I did my part of trying to explain that "trick-or-treat" was the correct way of begging candy but it seemed to fall on deaf ears since this "Halloween" yelling got results in the past.

I have wonderful memories of running my own neighborhood, receiving candy and crushing flowerbeds, and ending up with muddy shoes, grocery-store bags half loaded, and a pleased feeling that I could sustain myself on this loot for weeks!

Upwards and onwards to Thanksgiving.

Yea, I know. That was this morning.

I'm quite happy to be home.

I finally got off of jury duty after an exasperating day at the courthouse. I was juror #6 for hours until someone noticed my bored body-language and I got excused at the eleventh hour. I had stomach cramps for 2 days from the stress.

I went to Marie Antoinette yesterday after several days of playing with Barbie and Susan. I loved the movie, can't wait to buy the soundtrack, and drooled over the horses. It's getting mixed reviews, but I give it a thumbs up. Marie was 14 years old when she was sent off to France to marry one of those Louis'!

Uh oh. Dark chocolate and white chocolate have joined the family along with the Megas.

Yesterday I drove 700 miles. I had to get back up to the US of A due to a Jury Duty summons. Living almost full time in Mexico didn't get me a free pass to ignore my obligations if I still wanted to vote, since I do have a house on the Otro Lado (other side.) So I drove forever and had plenty of time to think. At the US border my line was very slow due to someone ahead of me trying to smuggle in drugs. Out came the German Shepards and many officials. Within moments the dog found a huge bag filled to the brim with something meth or coke related, I guess. That's all I saw as I finally got through. Duh. Looks like someone forgot to mention that wheelwells don't make good hiding places anymore. Silly people. I have even seen the border guards check tire pressure in case someone is smart/dumb enough to stash their stash inside the tires.
Ok. Now, this morning I was starving since my larder in my almost abandoned house is empty. So off I went to a huge breakfast. Sitting alone in a restaurant isn't so bad, but being a woman alone in a Southern California restaurant with a large plate of food that is being enjoyed is very foreign. The clichés are so true. But let me tell you what I was really thinking about. The facial surgery. As I waddle back to my car with too much flesh under my chin and a full belly, I notice complexions pure as snow on sculpted cheek bones. And, I wondered if they had come down to Mexico for the cheap medical care.

50 Things About Me That You Never Wanted To Know

1. I have flown from California to Egypt without a husband or sister to lead me
2. I have jumped a horse over a three foot fence, bareback, and with hands in the air
3. I have ridden a horse in a parade
4. I have waterskied on lakes on both sides of the country
5. I have helped hatch loggerhead turtles
6. I have jogged in Central Park
7. I have run in a handful of 10k's
8. I have eaten loquats up in the tree
9. I have ridden my bike without hands
10. I have had my appendex out after it ruptured
11. I have driven through the desert without air conditioning in 120 degrees
12. I have lived with both a horse and a pony
13. I have ridden that pony like a little mountain goat up and down hills
14. I have body surfed for hours
15. I have ridden the commuter train up to San Francisco
16. I have been to the Kentucky Derby
17. I have ridden a bus under the Suez Canal
18. I have driven across the country many times
19. I have been on a ferry
20. I have gambled in Las Vegas
21. I have parted my hair on the left side my whole life
22. I have ridden a camel out past the pyramids of Giza
23. I have french braided my daughter's hair
24. I have snorkeled in the Red Sea
25. I have eaten lunch in the space needle
26. I have held my mother's hand while she died
27. I have cried over the loss of her for over 17 years
28. I have helped a cat give birth
29. I have drank beer in the Hofbrau Haus in Munich
30. I have cross country skied
31. I have been to Yosemite
32. I have become allergic to shrimp
33. I have seen Niagra Falls
34. I have been backstage at a Grateful Dead's concert
35. I have killed a rattlesnake
36. I have eaten grapefruit right off the tree
37. I have seen Old Faithful
38. I have had a Compuserve account
39. I have seen Elizabeth Taylor in person
40. I have always considered spaghetti to be my favority all time food
41. I have been to the very spot where Caesar was killed
42. I have cried at my daughter's wedding
43. I have cooked chili the same way for 40 years
44. I have taken my niece on a trip as her graduation present
45. I have drag raced on a street with my Nissan Maxima wagon and won
46. I have smoked dope in Amsterdam
47. I have laughed so hard I cried with my friends
48. I have studied Chemistry
49. I have played cello duets with my Aunt
50. I have been to Luxembourg

If you beg me to I might come up with 50 more trival pursuits.

Taking Temperatures

I just hung up a new thermometer. It will tell me just how happy or unhappy I am.

My neighbors arrived back from a 4 month leave to their other home in California. In their absence I fed their darling little wild cat every morning. Lupita considered me a decent substitute for her adopted people and we became fast friends. If it was too hot, I made sure the food bowl was put in the shade so she could eat in relative comfort. During our several hurricanes she found a dry spot somewhere while I had to ford the streams running down our street to go check on her. Both cat and food made out fine. She let me pick her up and expected it everyday, rubbing my legs until I would bend down and scoop her onto my shoulder. I went over to her house this morning to return the gate opener, and there she was talking to me about how her other humans had returned.

So her humans came back bearing gifts of thanks for tending their little girl. And now I can tell just how deeply I can suck in air. This morning I have the Air Conditioner off and doors open to the sea. The salt air and the lapping waves are some of my very best friends. The wonderful salty/low tide smell must have been what I drew in on my very first breath on earth. There is truly something wonderful in my old primal brain that happens when I get it.

My horoscope for today:

Normally your motto is 'Instant gratification takes too long,' but the stars send a mellowing influence your way. Now you're asking yourself, what's the rush? Right on! Enjoy this placid, peaceful energy.

Me? In a hurry? Not today.

It's an epidemic. I can't even imagine what this is that is happening to our grown-ups. Maybe it's an exponential multiplier starting with the few back in oh 1920, or so, and growing out of anyone's unbelievable imaginations. Naturally it has always been such a hush-hush subject. Uncle Jack and his roving hand. The priests and their so-called celibacy.

I suppose most girls/women I know have had at a bare minimum an odd breast brush by an old man just like he didn't mean to. Or maybe a quick kiss that wasn't expected. Little girls and old men. Or little boys and old men. Guess what, old men! It's disgusting. It's not appreciated or enjoyed and causes scars in the children. The actual fondling and having intercourse with little kids is not only scaring that never heals totally but also causes revoltion at the memory for the rest of their lives.

Has it always been this bad?

Progressive Sunrise Pictures

This morning is really quite pretty and almost getting cooler. I stepped outside to see what the cats were doing and was met by 79 degrees of fresh air. 79, not a typo. That's cool for us. I'm telling you how badly I've suffered through the summer with all that air conditioning. Within the next few weeks we should be sleeping with air off and windows open. It's worth waiting for. Listening to the lapping water is so lovely to sleep to.

I love how the sunrise changes the color of the water. It looks like melted copper. If I ever figure out how to post a link to YouTube, I'll try a video so you can see the melted copper turn into waves.

Never underestimate the value of running water. Tap water. How did my ancestors survive with just pitchers and basins? I kind of think I have a hand washing OCD, rather minor, but hard to control when my hands feel sticky. I'm fine around horses where my hands are constantly dusty, grimy, sweaty. But as soon as I hit the house I'm washing. Soap and water.

So we went without running water for 48 hours while some water main to the city was whatever...replaced, moved, something that made them turn the town off. Oh how I suffered. Can you feel my pain? We were down to washing with bottled drinking water. I was extremely conscious of every time I had to get my hands clean NOW! It's a problem.

At least I don't have an issue with rechecking light switches and locked doors and coffee pots. (Thank God for the automatic turn off switch in the Krups!) There's surely other issues I'm not copping to or consciously admitting to myself.

I could sure use a piece of pizza right about now. When Barbie and Sybil were here they made such a wonderful pizza for me. I may have to go scrounge one up. Any good ideas of what I should put on it? I like almost everything. I just about inhale Hawaiian style pizza. I can't remember chewing the salty sweetness of ham and pineapple combined. It goes right over my tongue as fast as I can get it into my stomach.
Time for lunch!

Sonora is standing next to her mother, Pony, in this quick snapshot. It's truly unbelieveable to see this little 3 month old foal growing like a weed and filling out and building muscle. I completely give credit to the grass out in the desert. Also, having more than just a paddock to explore has got to make a difference in muscle and brain development, and bone growth. Pony gave birth to Sonora on June 14.
My Bella is now a year and a half old. Her mother is Pony and her father is an incredibly beautiful Andalusian. Her eye is what artists try to achieve. She was born on March 17, 2005. Notice how green the desert is behind her.
It took me all of 5 minutes to fall in love with her and 2 1/2 months to buy her. It scares me to death to think about starting a yearling. What if I make a mistake?!! She has had the ferrier trim all 4 feet, and has stood quietly while being tied, and has had a large old saddle cinched on her back. All done with gentle hands. She has accepted all of this willingly and seems to know what her job will be in a few years. Right off the bat you might consider her to be a Buckskin, but I'm thinking maybe next spring she will shed out as a grulla.

Pony, Sonora and Bella are going back out to the hundreds of acres for more free grazing. They just came in for pedicures this week. There are two more mares and foals out there, and a little band of geldings on the other side of the fence that hang together. I miss seeing Bella when she's on pasture but all the boring little lessons I might try to teach her can't possibly compare to the mental and physical growth, and learning her own balance while being out in her little herd. I have to remember that anything bad that could happen to her in the wide open spaces, could happen in the paddocks as well.

This is the last one, I promise. (Cara Scissoria greeting cards) Tickles my fancy as I'm sitting here watching/listening to the replay of the 9/11 news. My whole body is droopy and exhausted from worry about our Proud country.

That's probably too small to read. It says, "Livin' Velveeta Loca" It's from Cara Scissoria greeting cards. There are some very funny political ones and Christmas cards.

Wow what a week! My fun sister and her fun daughter came to visit just in the nick of time to enjoy the dramatic weather we had all week. They flew out yesterday and naturally today dawns bright and clear, smooth and cloudless. Oh well. My niece had a wonderful time tanning by the hot tub which was filled with cold water that turned warm all on it's own. Barbie and I did get to snorkel but the water was still just a bit too stirred up from the hurricane to see the beautiful fish.

I drove the girls back to Hermosillo alone since my husband was busy. That was also a treat to have the opportunity to shop at my own pace after I dropped the girls off. I stopped at a supermarket that has had my attention everytime we've driven past. I really like to grocery shop and shopping in a foreign grocery store has always been a treat. Now the game is to find as many familiar and favorite foods that might be hiding within the Mole' sauces or refritos. This store suprised me with the abundance of choices, even more soup choices. That is one of the main things I always remember and feel guilty about upon returning to the Otro Lado is the amazing choices we take for granted. Simply makes me dizzy as I fill my basket with old faithfuls. Anyway, this nice market was clean, well stocked, and took over an hour to browse through. I picked up a piece of ginger-root so we might consider making something Chinese this week.

I get to go out to see Bella today. The mares and babies are back home. I'll try to snap a picture of Sonora for you. She shows the positive effects of being free and happy for almost a month. Every foal should have this chance to muscle up.

ahem. I spoke too soon. The Tropical Storm formally known as Hurricane John did come for a visit and is staying around longer than I would have wanted. It's been raining for almost 12 hours and the wind picked up sometime in the middle of the night. But it's the swells and surf that really command your attention. Pounding surf that rattles in your chest and hits the sea walls with such gusto that the spray goes above the roof lines. Pretty intense. I tried to snap some pictures but it just doesn't do justice. I'll keep trying a post something if it seems worthy of your inspection.

By the way, I am a weather junky so that's why I bore the dickens out of you with weather stories. Also, being raised in the San Francisco Bay area did not prepare me for real life, weatherwise. It's much more dramatic everywhere else in the world than is SF.

Big John is on his lumbering way, slowly spinning up the Mexican coast. You can't tell it by this mornings' picture of the smooth-as-silk bay, with the fishermen fishing and snorkelers floating by. Maybe by this time tomorrow the swells will be big and the surf nasty.

Patience. It's all about learning patience.

Living in Mexico has taught this anal-Anglo that everything does not have to happen this instant. If you are willing to wait a damn minute you may have what you desire, or something close to it, or something even better.

Another valuable lesson I'm learning is that Mexicans as a generalization do not judge people on their looks, but more on their hearts. Somehow the folks I have met are so much better at looking into your soul and deciding if they want to be friendly with you or not.

There goes Pluto. As happy as we all were with our little 9 ball neighborhood, there was some discussion awhile ago that there could be more gaseous, circling snowballs added to this cute planetary system. That wasn't exactly earth-shattering to imagine there could be more, but it seems a bit devastating to decrease our escape options.

Ok let's get back to this hurricane stuff for a minute. There's Ileana out there somewhere in the western Pacific making our bay look so mad it's like a 5 year old having a tantrum. The waves are beating the shore and seawalls, trying to get their own way. Did you ever think the Sea of Cortez could be so influenced by what happens hundreds of miles west, way over the Baja Peninsula?

I think the So. Cal. surfers are ever so happy to get their boards on this free ride. Some businesses might be short-staffed while the kids hang 10.

Down here I just get seasick if I watch too long.

I'm getting the drift of the word "monsoon." It took it's time coming through but then hit like we were in the middle of a hurricane. Lightening, thunder. Sideways rain. It was everything you dream it would be and more.

Speaking of Hurricane, did you see the Spike Lee HBO special on Hurricane Katrina? Wow. Thank you Spike. It was marvelous and right on target. We watched all 4 hours and both agreed it put any little annoyances completely in perspective. I can't compare anything I've ever gone through to what the gov-ment did to those people. I also remember how angry I was last year as the horror was unfolding. And Barbara Bush, shame on you for being so out of touch with reality that you would think those thousands of people would enjoy camping on the floor of the Astrodome. Please go stay in your gilded cage and take your ass-hole son back with you.

My Bella is out grazing on the desert grasses, free as a bird. She's with the mares and their babies and I bet they are all giddy with delight at the freedom and full grass-bellies.

You know, this time going into the US made me feel "threatened and vulnerable." Dina and I learned of this latest threat as we were driving to the border. It was odd to think that the US was under Orange alert while not being in the US. It was somewhere else. Then, as I watched the news last night in Green Valley, which is very close to the border, I still felt removed. But, as I crossed back into Mexico today, I felt completely relieved to be out of the "footprint" of terror.

So Dina and I snorkeled a little while yesterday. I saw the most beautiful blue fish down around my toes and made Dina come over to have a look. Such a beautiful example of why nature is better in person.

Speaking of...The tortoises are out and about due to the grasses growing as high as a "tortoises" eye. The big boys are thrilled to be able to lumber about and feed to their hearts' content on the bounty that springs forward in the summer monsoon season. It's quite amazing that the desert can come alive so quickly in the heat of summer. I suppose everyone on the US east coast sees this as the growing time and it's not odd at all. I just think of it as the dried-grass time.

Now we are getting more excited about the Fall. We hear that the really nice month is October, when the weather cools a bit and dries up and the water stays warm.

Guaymas was 105 yesterday and we stopped and had tacos at the Michocan spot I love. Totally wonderful.