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Thursday Thoughts on Technology

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Thursday Thoughts on Technology

When I first arrived in Culiacan in 2010 I didn’t even have a cellphone. I left my flip phone in Canada as I thought it would be easy to get a new cellphone in Mexico. Back then I still didn’t have a resident visa yet and without that I couldn’t just walk into a store and get a phone or a plan. One of my Mexican friends came to the rescue. On a Sunday afternoon he took me to the home of a friend where I was absolutely astounded to see a room with shelves upon shelves of cellphones. Many pesos in cash later, I emerged with a state of the art Blackberry, never giving a thought as to who the cellphone or the plan was actually registered to.

To my credit I did bring my Dell laptop with me to Mexico. But the house where I was living didn’t have Wi-Fi so that was another major production getting that installed.

A year later I’m in Irapuato and want to get a phone chip. Not so easily done when I don’t have a clue as to who the phone or the previous is registered to. But a Mexican friend once again helped me out and we got it done.

A few months later I have moved to Guadalajara and need a new chip. Repeat performance of Irapuato.

Four years later I move to Mazatlan. When I go to Telcel I’m told that I can keep the number but to set up a plan they need to know the name of the registered owner of the cellphone and the previous plan. The friendly staff at Telcel accepted my story that it was an ex-novio and they were happy to change their files to indicate that I was now the registered owner of the cellphone.

While I’ve had the same cell number since 2011, I’ve gone through a number of cellphones. I usually change them every three years to update and get more memory. And I usually get these in the USA where the price is a lot lower than in Mexico.

On to computers. I never did like that Dell. I was only too happy to get rid of it and replace it with an Acer. And I loved that Acer! It broke my heart when I had to update. That time I got an Asus. What a disaster! It was a lemon from day one. Tech support at Asus told me to send it back and they’d replace it. But I was in Mexico and knew darn well I’d never see that replacement. So I put up with it until it died, unfortunately at the beginning of Covid. So now I’m stranded in Mexico with my cellphone as my computer.

When I finally arrived back in Leavenworth in the fall of 2020 I got a Kindle Fire. And that was my replacement computer until 2022 when I bought another Acer. And I love this Acer too!

This week my Kindle Fire died of exhaustion. I miss talking to Alexa every day. But I also realized something else. I played a lot of games on that tablet. While they are stimulating for the brain, I don’t miss the temptation to play. I have no games on my Acer and I just downloaded only one game onto my phone.

I’m thinking about replacing that Kindle Fire with an iPad or a Samsung when I get back to East Wenatchee. I think I have some research to do.

Thursday Thoughts on Technology.

Bloganuary on WordPress

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Bloganuary on WordPress

Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.

The above is one of the writing prompts this month on WordPress. It intrigues me as I’ve never really delved into the meaning of the name “Karen” before. So here goes.

I’ll start with present day. For some reason the name “Karen” has become synonymous as referring to an extraordinarily unpleasant person (I’m being tactful) and has quite a negative connotation. On social media people are constantly being attacked – “You’re such a Karen!” For the record, I do not consider myself to be either entitled or demanding. I also take offense that so many people are using my name to insult or hurt other women.

When I was growing up in Winnipeg it was not a common name. When I arrived in Mexico back in 2010 I met a couple of other Karens, although the pronunciation is different. But when I arrived in Leavenworth it seemed like everyone was named Karen.

I’ve done some research. Karen is a shorter version of the name Katherine. It originated from the Danes and the Greeks. It means “pure” or “innocent.” Okay, readers. If you know me personally you can stop laughing right now. Those two words probably best describe me when I was a newborn or an infant.

Then I found a reference to the Viking name Katrin which also means “pure” or “chaste.”

Next we have a biblical meaning. Keren-Happuch appears as the name of Job’s youngest daughter. The meaning here is “child of beauty.”

Then there are a group of indigenous people in southeast Asia on the Thailand-Burma border who are called Karen.

Here’s a rather unusual one. St. Karen is the patron saint of those suffering from miscarriages.

And I wonder what my parents were thinking when they chose the name “Karen” for me.

A Gringa Saturday

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A Gringa Saturday

Today I did something very uncharacteristic of me. I ventured into gringoland in the north area of Aguascalientes instead of walking around in Las Flores or in El Centro as I usually do on a Saturday. I spent the afternoon walking around in two very different places, along with Raul, Alethia and Emiliano.

Our first stop was Altaria. This is a huge indoor-outdoor mall which has grown considerably. The two landmark stores are Liverpool and Sears but there are other stores such as Bershka, Sephora, Sanborns and H&M to name just a few. There are also a multitude of restaurants such as Italiannis, La Creperia, and Chili’s. And of course you’ll find Cinnabon, Dairy Queen, Starbucks and the like. There is even a casino, movie theatres and quite a few banks. I heard lots of English spoken here today. Most gringos live in the north part of the city.

Our next stop was Costco. It was time to renew my membership and buy some cheddar cheese. Yes, that’s why I have a membership. Costco is the one place you can find cheddar cheese regularly. Occasionally I’ve seen it at HEB, but Costco is the most reliable. A bonus is that the cost of a membership is about $25 US while up in Washington it’s $65 US. And I can use my card all over the USA and Canada.

A few hours later I’m back in my own neighborhood, comforted by the hum of voices speaking Spanish.

A Teaser

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A Teaser

Back in 1973 I started writing a story abut a troubled teenager. Marriage and kids happened and I stopped writing. Decades later when cleaning out my storage unit I came across that story along with some poetry that I’d written. I saved the poetry but trashed the story.

A few years ago I took a memoir writing course when I was living in Leavenworth. At that time my goal was to write memoirs for my granddaughter Madeline. However it hasn’t turned out that way. There are a lot of stories I don’t want her to even know about. And then there are the stories that remind me that my childhood was not that idyllic after all and were too depressing to write about. One thing about therapy is that it awakens you to the fact that your childhood was not really a happy one and it opens the door to recognize just how dysfunctional a family you come from. So Madeline, for now my claim to fame is that I sought asylum in two foreign countries during a pandemic. Perhaps when you are older there may be more stories.

After being unable to write memoirs, I turned to writing fiction. Just as Covid hit, I found myself thinking about that story I’d begun several decades ago. Of course I’ve completely changed it around and it in no way resembles what I first started writing all those years ago. This time, the story follows my protagonist from the time he is ten years old through his teen years to adulthood. And he is bipolar. He struggles with substance abuse. He struggles with a number of failed relationships. He struggles with life.

I have three friends who are bipolar. They live in three different countries and range in age from forty to eighty. And they are all female. Thankfully they are all receiving professional help and are thriving. But this isn’t always the case.

There are two schools of thought when it comes to diagnosing bipolar disorder, and there is more than one type of this disorder that can be diagnosed. There are the psychiatrists who overzealously label their patients and at the other end of the spectrum there are the psychiatrists who are reluctant to diagnosis their patients as being bipolar. But one thing all psychiatrists agree on is that in order to lead a rewarding and productive life, patients with bipolar disorder must take their prescribed medication responsibly and attend regular therapy sessions. That way it is the professional who adjusts the medication when necessary and hopefully prevents the patient from self-medicating which leads to other problems.

Back to my protagonist. I’ve had to to do research. I have a friend in Calgary who is a doctor and has been advising me about pharmacology as well as other medical issues. But I thought I’d like to touch base with a psychiatrist as well. And I am here in Mexico now. I asked around and got a recommendation for a psychiatrist in my neighborhood who speaks English. I tentatively sent him a message on What’s App telling him that I’m a writer and my protagonist is bipolar and I’d like some input as to pharmacology and therapy. I received a reply back immediately. “Please come see me. We can talk. I can give you pills. You will feel better.” Okay, I’ll try again. I translated my request into Spanish and sent it to him. Once again, he replied with the same message as before in English. I sent another message thanking him for his time but I really didn’t feel that he’d be able to help me. In the next three days he bombarded me with more messages identical to the original one. I finally blocked him on What’s App.

Back to my protagonist. He’s had all kinds of issues going on in his childhood. These issues are an interesting prelude as to what is to come later in his life and that is why I made the decision to begin the story with his childhood years although bipolar disorder is not usually diagnosed until late teens or adulthood.

I have a great title in mind for this novel. But I’m not quite ready to share that with you. Another time perhaps. Right now, it’s write, edit, rewrite, repeat. So please don’t ask me when I will be done and when it will be published. The plan is that it will be in this lifetime. 😊

My Day Friday

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My Day Friday

I was born on a Friday and maybe that’s why Friday has always been my favorite day of the week. Even Friday the 13ths don’t get to me anymore.

But yesterday was not a typical Friday. It was far more exciting than the usual Friday.

Grandson number five was born in Culiacan yesterday! Mateo arrived in the morning and at night he was on his way home with his mom and dad to his four brothers. That is way too fast for me. I recall the one week hospital stays I had back in the 80s when my kids came along. It was nice to be pampered for a few days.

Yesterday Joanne took me to her hairdresser in Bosques. Betty isn’t Lisa and the salon isn’t Shears, but I am happy with what was done. It was three hours well spent and well worth the drive. And Joanne had her hair done too so we had a great visit as well. Bonus: The price was about a third of what it is in the USA too.

As it had finally warmed up yesterday, I was able to go for a longer walk when I got home. Inspiration hit and I got some writing done too, not just editing.

That was my day, Friday.

Jumping Into January

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Jumping Into January

On the playlist while I’m writing today are Simon and Garfunkel, Wednesday Morning 3 AM. Amazing what you can find on Spotify and You Tube. Also contemplating some Boston and Rick Neufeld. I’ll have to see how the mood goes.

Alaska Airlines, I’ve told you before that you’re my favorite airline. I also go out of my way to fly with you. But I am not impressed with what I heard about that flight out of Portland the other day. In fact, I don’t know that I may ever want a window seat again. Getting sucked out into space through a blown out window does not appeal. You have until April 2nd to do some maintenance on those 737 Max 9 aircraft.

Okay. That’s my rant for today.

It’s finally starting to warm up here. We’ve hit 70 a couple of times and we’re now supposed to be in the low 70s for the rest of the month. While it’s still below normal, it’s definitely better than the overnight lows of 34 degrees.

On Sundays I tune in to the livestream from Sage Hills Church in Wenatchee. Today there was an awesome guest pastor. I really miss going in person to that church and that is one thing I’m looking forward to when I get back in the spring.

In my last post I alluded to a mission I need to accomplish and friends have been asking me about that. Sorry but it isn’t time to give any more details just yet. I’m just starting to touch base with people who may be in a position to help me make that happen. The only clue you get right now is that it involves a trip to Canada.

King’s Day was yesterday and that’s the final event in the celebration of Christmas here in Mexico. And the kids actually are all back in the classrooms on Monday.

Speaking of classrooms, I was devastated to hear about the latest school shooting in Perry, Iowa. The most traumatic thing that ever happened when I was back in middle school was if we had a fire drill in the middle of winter when it was 40 below outside. I actually think I like those days better. I’ll take frostbite over a gunshot wound any day.

The war rages on in Gaza. Please keep praying for peace.

Here We Go 2024

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Here We Go 2024

Happy New Year! May 2024 be filled with good health, love, peace and joy.

Right now I’m also praying for warmth. The month of December was rainy and cold. Overnight lows in the 30ths and daytime highs that don’t even reach 70 are not my idea of a winter in Mexico. Mexican homes are built to keep the heat out so it’s not surprising that outside it feels warmer than inside. This is my fourth year here in Aguascalientes and I wish I’d brought a ski jacket with me. Last year I never even put on a sweater. This year my hoodie is my best friend.

Do you ever wonder about why you are where you are and why you do what you do? Today is one of those days where I find myself doing just that. When I first came to Mexico back in 2010 it was a one year plan to teach English in Culiacan. But here I am fourteen years later, still in Mexico. Granted I reverted back to a snowbird in 2016 when I discovered Leavenworth, Washington. But I still haven’t found that one place where I want to settle down.

Sometimes I imagine what that one place might look like. I prefer smaller towns to large cities. I’d like to avoid snow but I would like to experience the beauty of all four seasons. I make friends easily everywhere I go and a sense of community is important to me. And if I ever do settle down again I would definitely get a dog.

I would love to perch comfortably on the seat of a bay window when I write. I’m not one for traditional chairs and desks. I find it more inspiring to gaze outside, especially if I can also hear the sound of waves lapping on the shore. Sunshine is also preferred although the patter of rain is also welcome from time to time.

But right now the bay window and the dog are still just a dream. And that’s okay. I will continue to volunteer my time teaching English in Mexico in the winter. And I look forward to going back to Wenatchee in the spring and rejoining the writers’ group and the Tai Chi classes at the Senior Center.

I have no idea what else lies in store for me in 2024 although I do have some tentative plans that include travel to Canada. I have a mission to accomplish but haven’t quite worked out the logistics yet. In the meantime I intend to enjoy the three months I have remaining in Mexico.

I encourage you to continue praying for world peace.

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!