Look what I found the other day right here in Aguascalientes. Is this a sign as to where I’m going once I cross the border? For those of you who don’t know, Seahawks are Seattle’s football team in the NFL.
On the other hand, up in Canada, Manitoba just announced the loosening of Covid restrictions. My hometown is in that province and my son lives there. But it’s still a waiting game. Things appear to change daily.
I’ve done more writing in the last couple of weeks than in the entire last year. I’ve actually set aside the WIP I was working on and have shifted way back to something I started writing way back in the 70s. My characters are absolute screaming their stories to me and I’ve had to put alarms in my phone to remind me when it’s time to meet friends or even eat. Breakfast can be anytime between 5 am and 1 pm. Often the first cup of coffee is at around 3 am. And I love every minute of this chaos!
I’ve just about met my goal for Spanish this winter. Just a handful of irregular verbs left to conjugate in the simple past and perfect tenses. And my notebook will be complete. I’ve been doing more texting in Spanish and I’m even dreaming in Spanish.
Just checked the Winnipeg Free Press online. Once again they’ve quoted me. This time it’s about the effect Covid has had on my life. My claim to fame has been seeking asylum in two foreign countries during a pandemic. I guess you could say Covid has impacted my life somewhat.
I have hundreds of readers and followers all over the world. Obviously most of you I have never met in person. I’m gratified that you enjoy my posts, and I often read blogs from people I’ve never met either.
I seldom post photos of myself. I also usually take terrible selfies, but I thought I’d share this one that I took just the other day. It’s tolerable. This is me.
Like many of you, I love coffee. Actually I more than love it. It’s mandatory if I’m ever to reach a state of consciousness in the morning. It goes without saying that it must be high octane. Decaf just doesn’t quite do it for me.
Another day, another natural disaster. This time it was an earthquake in Oklahoma. Centered around Medford and registered as a 4.5, tremors were felt in several other states as well. This is starting off to be quite a year for weather.
Today is Groundhog Day up north. Wonder if the little guy will see his shadow. Will there be another six weeks of winter? I hope not. I’m headed up north next month.
Here in Mexico today is tamale day. Whoever found the baby in the rosca on Kings Day provides the tamales. I was in Pachuca for that one. Thank goodness I didn’t find the baby or I would be headed back there and it’s a long commute.
I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes that has also been added to my list of mantras.
When does a habit become an addiction? When does one become delusional using denial as a defence mechanism when it does?
Over the past few months I’ve had some interesting conversations with people surrounding this topic. Covid seems to present us with more than enough time to indulge, or in some cases, overindulge.
A friend remarked the other day that Creme de Menthe is nasty. Apparently she had run out of wine and the only alcohol she had at home was left over from being drizzled over ice cream quite some time before. She doesn’t consider herself an alcoholic. Yet she couldn’t go one day without alcohol. Hmmm. When had her occasional evening glass of wine turned into more than 8 ounces daily? Chalk another one up to Covid?
I love my morning coffee. I also love chocolate. Both are notorious in terms of caffeine content. While I can go days without chocolate, I’ve never gone days without coffee. Is my morning habit of coffee an addiction? I don’t think so. The odd time I’ve missed a morning I’m just a little on the lethargic side, not shakey or headachey. But maybe I am delusional. Maybe I am addicted to caffeine.
Tranks. Now those are drugs that once were my best friends. The drawback was that I couldn’t feel emotions such as anger. I merely floated through life on a cloud. Teetering on the edge of addiction, (according to my then therapist), I somehow managed to leave the pills behind more than a decade ago. I must admit that occasionally I wish I were still floating but I also realize that it is far healthier for me to feel emotions and to learn to control them.
Videogames. Sadly, I believe that I have become addicted to Candy Crush Friends. That Yeti is just so darn cute! I love the way he prances about when I pass a level. I also started playing Candy Crush Saga again after taking a year off. I started that game back in 2013 while recuperating from knee surgery. These games have become more than just a habit.
My ex was a hopeless TV addict. It drove me crazy. Half the time he didn’t even know what he was watching as he’d doze off. But God forbid if I tried to turn the idiot box off. Suddenly he was wide awake. Grrrrr.
There are a myriad of other things from sex to hoarding that can easily evolve from habit into an addiction. There are two choices. The easy one is delusion and denial. The hard one is confronting it and dealing with it.
OK. Call me delusional. I’m not ready to give up coffee, chocolate or candy crush.
Thank you Facebook for not only reminding me of my friends’ birthdays but also of reminding me of the different places where I have lived.
Apparently four years ago today I was at The Saloon in Mazatlan with friends doing this.
Today I’m in Aguascalientes sipping coffee instead of doing Jell-O shots.
Five years ago today I was still teaching and this was my classroom at Hotel Torres in Mazatlan. Most of my students were working in housekeeping or security at the hotel.
Today I’m retired and not teaching. Now I sip my coffee rather than gulp it.
But I’m really feeling nostalgic/homesick now. I spoke to my friend Debbie earlier today. She was shopping at Walmart in Wenatchee when I called, one of my favorite places. Then I found this pic from last summer in Cashmere.
I would certainly welcome some of that Washington rain today. 90s and sunny here in Aguascalientes. It’s been quite a while since we’ve had any rain.
The other day I was having breakfast at my favorite coffee shop in Tlaquepaque when my friend Claudia jokingly remarked to me that I never write about her. I thought “Why not?” So Claudia, here is your post.
When I first moved to Tlaquepaque more than three years ago, one of my housemates told me about a quaint little coffee shop on a side street just off the square. He told me that the coffee was great, the food excellent, there was WiFi, and that best of all were the peoplewho owned it. Always eager to explore new areas, I packed up my laptop in my backpack and headed off to find Calle Constitution and this coffee shop called Jahanve. Needless to say, this has become my second home. And Claudia has become a great friend.
Claudia is very creative in the culinary area. Check out the Christmas cookies in the above photo. Below is a carrot cake.
And the following photo is my favorite chicken salad.
And this is the best breakfast anywhere in Tlaquepaque.
Here are photos of my favorite beverages. The first is a cappuccino and the second is an Oreo frappe.
Claudia is also the proud mom of a darling baby girl, Camilla. This photo is a three generation with Claudia’s mom as well.
Camilla often comes to visit at the coffee shop while Claudia is at work. And Claudia always has amusing anecdotes to share about her precious little girl as she grows. Just yesterday Camilla’s bright smiles and laughing eyes lit up the room. Yet Claudia insists that she is a terror now because she is teething!
Claudia is also a wealth of information when it comes to life here in Mexico. Healthcare, travel packages, shopping, sightseeing and current events are all her forte.
While the coffee and food are fabulous, it’s Claudia herself with her welcoming demeanor and warm personality that really makes Jahanve the best coffee shop in Tlaquepaque. Many of my former housemates who are back in their own countries often reminisce about the many enjoyable hours spent at Jahanve.