Monthly Archives: March 2026

Ghosts………..Fantasmas

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Ghosts………..Fantasmas

As a child I grew up watching Caspar The Friendly Ghost on TV. I may even have read a comic book or two. And I believe that I may have dressed up as a ghost one year on Halloween. But believe in them? That they haunt people? That they are evil?

While I thoroughly enjoyed the movie E.T. as well as the TV program Alf, this wasn’t real life. The characters were created to entice audiences to the cinema or to view TV and increase ratings. And then there was I See People Who Are Dead from The Sixth Sense. Again, an attempt to lure people to the cinema.

Years ago on Day of the Dead I went with a friend to a cemetery in Guadalajara at night. My students were skeptical. “Teacher, be careful. It is dangerous. The ghosts are not nice.” They were serious. They were actually frightened and feared for my safety. However, my friend and I left the cemetery that night unscathed. We actually laughed at the eerie sounds such as creaking doors and clanking chains. We were amused by the spectacle of ghosts flitting about in the cemetery and disappearing behind brick walls. Amazing what special effects can do!

Last winter, Emiliano and his friends created a podcast for his middle school class. The subject—fantasmas(ghosts). He informed me that there was a ghost that haunted his school. At night the building was locked up tight. In the morning, often furniture was moved, windows were opened and various objects strewn about. Interesting.

Here in Mexico it is very common that people believe in ghosts. I’ve lived in several places in Mexico and have heard that phrase often. And I heard it once again at Conversation Club last week. This group is comprised of adults and last week all present were in their 50s. One of them remarked that two ghosts haunted the house he lived in. Another stated that he had seen strange things in the sky at night and had taken photos of them. However not all of these objects were visible in the photos.

Given my background in psychology, one of the members asked me point blank if I believe in ghosts and the supernatural. It’s true that I have read articles and watched documentaries. But I am not convinced. I have not had any type of personal experience, unless you count the night at the cemetery in Guadalajara. And I did not feel any drastic change in temperature, or any sudden breeze in the air, as others have reported. I have never seen a flying saucer in the sky nor seen an extraterrestrial creature.

But is it time to delve into this and do more research? Hmmmmm.

Changes

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Changes

It was a tough decision to figure out where to go this spring. It usually isn’t. And it’s never easy to say goodbye to people either. But it is that time of year again. So I booked a flight and I know where I’m going. The big unknown is how long I’ll be there. And where I’ll be going after.

I don’t enjoy traveling anymore. And this year especially I’m glad I won’t be traveling during spring break. I made that mistake a few years ago long before TSA agents were going without pay, and it was crazy enough back then. The photos I’ve seen of airports today are unnerving. They’re like scenes out of a bad movie. Cancellations due to inclement weather only add to the chaos.

I’m also contemplating taking a break from social media for a while. I keep getting bombarded with questions. When are you leaving? Where are you going? How long will you be gone? When will I see you again? And of course that gets me thinking at how reliant I’ve become on social media. And that’s probably not a good thing. It’s far too easy to text than to talk. But at least I text a fair amount in Spanish so that’s a plus.

I’ve seriously down-sized my newsfeeds. I’m beginning to understand why my parents never wanted me to watch the newscasts on TV when I was a child. And I’m thankful that my kids are grown and adults now. I sure wouldn’t want to be raising kids in today’s world. As a child my biggest worry back then was if we were going to have a fire drill at school with snow on the ground. And the only snow day I recall was the blizzard in 1966 that crippled the entire city of Winnipeg.

I wonder what the history books will say years from now. Will there even be books as we know them? Or will they be digital? What will classrooms look like? Better yet, will there even be classrooms? As it is, I take a fair number of courses online and I listen to audiobooks.

Change is why my life is far from boring and doesn’t lack for adventure. I may be a Boomer, but I don’t live there now.

Thursday

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Thursday

Thursday is the tianguis on my street. I enjoy strolling through this market and engaging in conversation with the vendors. It’s an excellent way to practice speaking Spanish. And of course I buy fruit and vegetables. I’m always fascinated by all the used clothing and occasionally I discover a treasure, such as a Liz Claiborne in a petite size in excellent condition. But more often than not, I pass on the clothing. Sometimes I sit on a plastic stool around a table with several others, feasting on tacos pastor or tacos bistek.

From the tianguis I head toward Chavez to the panaderia and the chicken rosticeria. I pass by the elementary school where parents impatiently wait for their children to be dismissed. Numerous vendors fill the sidewalk displaying after-school snacks. Tables are filled with candy, gum, potato chips and sodas. Mexicans love their sugar.

I think back to when I was in elementary school in Winnipeg, Canada. There were no vendors selling junk food back then. The only one I remember is Pop Kelly who would park his truck outside my junior high school on Friday afternoons and sell popcorn. And that one little bag would last throughout the one mile walk home.

I returned home as it’s siesta time. Not really. I just want to get out of the sun and heat for a while. Although rain is in the forecast, at the moment there isn’t a single cloud in the sky.

Time to listen to an audiobook, in English. Thank you Libby and North Central Washington Libraries.

Enjoy your day!

Stuck In My Head

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Stuck In My Head

Good afternoon! It’s a balmy 80 degrees headed for a high of 85 degrees today. And I’ve had this song stuck in my head since I got up early this morning. The Lonely Goatherd. It’s from The sound of Music, a delightful musical I see every summer up in the hills at the amphitheater in Leavenworth.

I had planned on walking down to the pharmacy, but we know what Robbie Burns says about plans. So I’ll leave that task for another day. Besides, I have a Bible Study this afternoon and a student coming after that. But I am going to walk down to the chicken rosticeria in a few minutes before it gets too hot.

The above was on Monday. And it’s now Wednesday, Humpday.

Monday night there was a Shelter In Place. No. Not here in Aguascalientes. Not even in Mexico. This one was back in East Wenatchee, Washington in my neighborhood.

Last night was Conversation Club. This is a group I facilitate for adults who want to improve their English skills. We meet at 5 pm Mexican time and are usually done by 6:30 or 7 at the latest. But last night we went for almost 5 hours! It was really amazing and most gratifying for me. Topics of conversation ranged from bereavement to broken bones to health insurance to music to cruising to meditation and more.

My order for capirotada was just confirmed on What’s App. I can’t wait until she brings it on Friday! Up north my favorite bread pudding usually has pecans and a caramel sauce. But down here the Mexican version available during Lent is my favorite.

Tomorrow is Thursday and that means there is a tianguis on my street. I will go in search of pineapple, watermelon and other fruit. And of course I will browse through the clothes, knick-knacks, jewelry and other miscellaneous items.

I registered for another online program with NCW. This one is related to Women’s History Month. And this coming Sunday does mark International Women’s Day.

I’ve been reading about the controversy in Canada right now about changing the clocks in spring and fall. We don’t change the clocks here in Mexico. That makes it less confusing. I hope Canada does away with it too.

How is your humpday going?