Monthly Archives: December 2023

Adios 2023 Bienvenido 2024

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Adios 2023 Bienvenido 2024

This will be my last post for 2023. It seems like just yesterday I was writing my last post for 2022. The older I get the faster the time flies by.

Highlight of the year was spending a magical weekend with my kids and my granddaughter in Brandon when I was in Canada last summer. I hadn’t been together with both of my kids together in eight years, and who knows when we’ll do it again. One of the dangers of my nomadic lifestyle is that I spend the year in two different countries where neither of my kids live.

It’s been a cold December here in Aguascalientes, very different from past years. Last night it went down to 34 Fahrenheit that translates to about 1 Celsius. We’ve also had a lot of rain which is very unusual. And they have the nerve to call it global warming!

Christmas Eve I found myself in church with my friend Gloria and her daughter Romina. Afterwards we had dinner with Gloria’s family. Then on Christmas Day we vegged and watched movies. I also had a video call from my granddaughter Madeline in Canada.

I still haven’t made it to El Centro to see the lights yet. But I plan to do that with a friend on Friday night. But I will have to bundle up. The high will only be 64 tomorrow and once it’s dark out the temperature will plummet. Last year I didn’t even need a sweater at this time of year. Now I layer and wish I’d brought my Columbia ski jacket with me this winter.

I’d like to wish all my readers out there a HAPPY and a HEALTHY 2024. And let’s all pray for WORLD PEACE.

Psilocybin

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Psilocybin

Occasionally I read articles that are a little off the wall. And an article about Psilocybin caught my eye the other day. It discussed the benefits of the psychedelic substance found in magic mushrooms.

Benefits? Apparently Psilocybin has the possibility to rewire the brain in treating depression and anxiety. Mycologist Paul Stamets asserts that these mushrooms are non-addictive, life-changing substances. Small clinical trials have shown that one or two doses, given in a therapeutic setting, can make significant changes in people struggling with major depressive disorder when anti-depressants have been unsuccessful in treating this condition.

This comes about twenty years too late for me. Back then I complained to my therapist that all the anti-depressants did was mask my true feelings and prevent me from expressing emotions. I was also concerned with addiction although he reassured me often that I was not addicted. But I’m not entirely convinced of this. Had I been aware of the potential benefits of Psilocybin, I definitely would have volunteered myself as a guinea pig in a clinical trial.

At any rate, I hope that more research will be forthcoming when it comes to the usage of Psilocybin. The way our world is today, we can certainly use more effective medication when treating anxiety and depression. The black cloud of a major depressive disorder is much more than an uncomfortable place to find oneself. It’s also a very dangerous place.

A Facebook Memory

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A Facebook Memory

I always glance at my Facebook memories every day. I find it interesting to see where I’ve traveled as well as the people I’ve met along the way. The memory that surfaced today is a bittersweet one. I had moved back to Winnipeg and both my kids were living there. I made an early Christmas dinner in 2009 as a friend and I were spending Christmas in Cuba that year.

I made a turkey and all my kids’ favorite dishes and desserts. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that would be the last time we’d be together for a Christmas dinner. But it was. The following year I moved to Mexico and I haven’t been back to Winnipeg since during the winter. While my son is still in Winnipeg, my daughter lives in Kelowna. And here I am in Mexico again for another Christmas.

I actually did spend Christmas in Wenatchee in 2020. I got an extended stay in the USA that year because of Covid. Otherwise I’ve been in Mexico for Christmas since 2010. And I’ve celebrated Christmas in a number of different places including Culiacan, Guadalajara, Mazatlan, Tototlan, Lake Chapala, San Ciro de Acosta and Aguascalientes. And I wonder where I’ll be next year.

Maybe when I go back to Canada in the summer I should have a Christmas dinner with my kids one year. That will take some planning seeing as my kids don’t live anywhere near each other. But it’s a thought.

Thanks for the memories, Facebook!

Pinatas 101

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Pinatas 101

When I lived in Canada, one year my son asked for a pinata at his birthday party. Back then, the only way to make one was to blow up a balloon, slather it in yucky strips of paste, let it dry, pop the balloon to fill it with candy, and then decorate it. It wasn’t until I came to Mexico that I discovered the actual history of the pinata.

There are really two sources of information here. The Spanish missionaries who arrived in Mexico got the idea from the Italians who got it from the Chinese, namely Marco Polo. He spoke of the colorful decorations shaped like animals that he saw in China. The Nahuatl tribe in Mexico decorated pots to celebrate the god of war. When these pots were broken, treasure fell to the feet of the god.

The Spanish missionaries combined the two ideas when teaching catechism. They added seven points to the pots to form a star that represented the Satan. The points represented the deadly sins of pride, avarice, lust, anger, gluttony, envy and sloth. The blindfold represents our faith in Christ and hitting the pinata with a stick represents how good can conquer evil. When the pinata breaks, instead of gifts for a pagan god, the treasure is shared among the faithful. The treasure, in the form of candy represents the temptation to seek worldly pleasures.

Pinatas aren’t only for kids. I admit I have swung at a few here in Mexico. But I enjoy watching the kids scramble for candy when the pinatas break. It’s a great tradition.

December 7

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December 7

December 7, 2023. Day 4 of rain. Very unusual weather for Aguascalientes at this time of year. I actually snuck out yesterday for a walk. I had time to do about 2.5 kilometers before the rain started up again. It’s rather treacherous walking around here when the ground is wet. Uneven pavement and high curbs are often a challenge when it’s dry.

December 7, 2008. I can’t believe that fifteen years has gone by since we lost Little Koal. In some ways it seems like just yesterday. For my new readers, Koal was our dog when I lived in Canada. He was just shy of sixteen when he woke me one morning on that last day of his life. He always slept in bed with me and cuddled up next to me. It was a Sunday morning and should have been a sleep late day, but Koal was having a seizure and it woke me.

Koal never knew he was a dog. He thought he was a child. Yes, we spoiled him. But then my kids did refer to him as their baby brother. When my kids grew up and moved out, I’d tell Koal his brother or his sister was coming over and he’d plant himself in front of the living room window where he could keep an eye on the driveway.

Koal was also a vegetarian by choice which necessitated countless trips to the USA to buy him his food. Unfortunately back then vegetarian dog food wasn’t available in Manitoba where we lived. He loved the fries at VJ’s and whenever I went through a fast food drive-thru i always got him a salad. When I was preparing dinner he couldn’t care less if there was meat around, but when those veggies came out he drove me crazy! He was only a few months old when he dragged a large bag of salad into his kennel and hid. I was sure I had bought salad at Costco that day and the last place I thought I’d find it was in Koal’s kennel. From then on the veggies were put away before the meat.

My kids taught Koal all kinds of tricks and were an amazing help in training him when he first joined our family. Both kids were still living at home back then. They showered him with treats and one kitchen cupboard was designated for Koal.

I worked mainly from home back then and Koal had a little bed in my office. I’d be on the computer and he’d be sleeping beside me. The minute I’d stand up to leave the room he was awake and following me. Koal was my shadow.

Koal also had his own chair at the dining room table. And on his birthday I always baked him a cake with no icing. My kids made sure there were candles and sparklers on that cake too. I enjoy looking back at some of those photos. It was like I had three kids, not two.

Koal also had quite a wardrobe. When my mom was alive she crocheted sweaters for him to wear in the winter. My kids bought him all kinds of t-shirts and they loved to dress him up. My son was totally enamored with the San Francisco 49ers and bought Koal a t-shirt, collar and leash. Koal even had Halloween costumes.

In Koal’s senior years, he faced challenges with his hearing and eyesight. But that didn’t phase him. Arthritis prevented him from running and jumping and he had to be lifted up onto the bed at night. But his amazing personality glowed until the day we had to put him down.

A former neighbor, Ron, was our vet. He came into the clinic that Sunday for us. I held Koal in my arms one last time, my son on one said of me and my daughter on the other. We were all in tears, even Ron. I went home to an empty house. For days after, I kept finding toys and treats all over the house. Koal was still everywhere.

I really miss having a dog but my present nomadic lifestyle just doesn’t lend itself to having a pet again. It’s bad enough that I deal with three sets of immigration in three countries every year. A dog would make it even more complicated.

Maybe someday I’ll settle down. And I know what the first thing I will buy is, and it’s not furniture.

Conversations With Kids

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Conversations With Kids

When I was in Culiacan last month I had an interesting conversation with my 14 year old grandson. He starts high school next year and is already thinking about a career. He told me he’s interested in becoming a psychologist, especially in the area of marriage counseling. We then talked about therapy and the difference between a psychologist and a psychiatrist.

Flash back almost thirty years ago and I recall having a similar conversation with my son about careers. My son was an avid bowler and ate, slept and breathed bowling. His goal was to someday own a bowling alley. When he was older and the opportunity arose to invest in an alley with friends, he turned it down. Instead my son became an accountant and is a partner in his firm. He rarely sets foot inside a bowling alley.

Years ago when I taught in Guadalajara I had a class of teenage girls, fourteen and fifteen year olds. One of them was very interested in cosmetology and wanted her own salon. Today she is a doctor. Another one had her sights set on becoming a nurse. Instead she married young and had a baby right away and never did go back to school.

I think back to when I was fourteen. Back then girls were expected to be teachers, nurses or secretaries. I wanted none of that. Yet today I look back on my life and the most rewarding times were when I was teaching; whether in a classroom, a water aerobics class or as a fitness instructor. And I volunteer my time teaching English now in Mexico.

My granddaughter in Canada is only five but I wonder what her aspirations will be when she is fourteen. I look forward to a very interesting conversation.