In the fall of 1989 as part of a class that I took on Mexican folk medicine, I went to Espinazo, Mexico to celebrate anniversary of the death of a curandero(healer), El Nino Fidencio. He died in 1938. All the photos were taken with a disposable camera.
Once upon a time I had six cats and two cat doors; three were inside cats and three were outside cats. These were their names.
All but Macavity are buried in the back yard. Today I am down to my last cat, Wiccan. She is 15 years old. I hope she goes before we do because no on else would take her. She does not like to come inside. We bring her in only in bad weather. Daughter, who loves cats, would not take her because Wiccan does not like her and hisses if Daughter tries to come near her. Son would not take her as she does not play well with his two dogs when he visits.
WICCAN RESTING IN A FLOWER POT
One of my favorite movies is “The Birdcage” with Robin Williams, Nathan Lane and Gene Hackman, as there are so many layers to savor. Yet I had never seen the musical, “La Cage Aux Folles,” until I saw it last month at a local theater, Harbor Playhouse, in Corpus Christi. Husband, Daughter and I attended a Sunday matinee performance.
Daughter and I were delighted when Husband brought our wine in commemorative glasses.
The production was great fun and an outstanding last performance. My favorite song was “The Best of Times is Now”as it reminded me (at this age) that the best times are those right now in the moment…tomorrow…who knows…CHEERS!
Thirty-three years ago I wrote a simple poem for an old friend (REALLY old, I thought at the time) for her 70th birthday. She has been gone for many years, but as I approach my own 70th year I remembered that poem and dug it out of my files. It was composed in longhand and then typed without the assistance of word processing. In those days I often wrote basic rhyming poems for birthdays. I am sure family and friends cringed inwardly when they got one! Here is the poem.
For Nettie…in her Seventieth Spring
Ms. Lynn, if you please,
is a friend of mine,
but hard to define.
A gentle soul,
reaching out to touch.
I see in her past
glory and sorrow.
Yet she’s come through it all,
still standing tall.
She brings sunshine and hope
wherever she goes;
a reminder of giving,
a vision of living
Happy birthday to a
Nettie Lynn was Jewish. Her family came to the United States from Russia. She had only one child, a daughter, who would have been about my age had she not died as a young child.
As I enter my 70th fall…I remember Nettie and look both ways…past and future…and embrace today.
The temperature here in South Texas has been summer for some time. This evening we will celebrate the Summer Solstice by opening a bottle of Texas Viognier 2011 from Pedernales Cellars and lighting a candle. This piece of Talavera from Mexico hangs near our front door. Her name is Isabella.
Cheers to life and sunlight! It is good to be back.
Last week I took this photo with my cell phone as I was leaving the Art Center of Corpus Christi through the courtyard. Daughter and I had just had lunch at the Citrus Bayfront Bistro located inside.
The piece, by local sculptor H. W. Tatum,
was commissioned and donated to the Art Center of Corpus Christi
by the Durril family
in memory of their daughter, Devary,
who was killed in an auto accident in 1978.