I’m sitting on the shady terraza next to the pool. The fountain sings. A hummingbird pecks at the trumpets of the yellow flowers hugging our stone wall. The sun warms me and the plants in the garden flourish: bright orange bougainvillea, lacy ferns moving with the breeze, palms, pink desert roses, a sheltering ficus tree, jasmine brimming with scent and flowers. I reflect on the last three years.
Let me start with “Gratitude.” I am grateful to my readers and subscribers for their loyalty and for their comments. Your keen observations let me know I am addressing issues close to your hearts. Sometimes I even make you chuckle. Often, you make me chuckle, too.
“Appreciation.” I appreciate the quirky people who have come into my life and whose paths I’ve been following over the years:
Aunt Daisy has changed. She lived in the North Country when I first introduced her. She lived a racy life with lots of “whoop-de-do.” Daisy mellowed when she moved to Florida and adopted Monty, her faithful dog. She started her jams and chutney business “Jammin’ with Aunt Daisy.” When she was offered a lucrative contract with a major packaged food producer, she was willing to change the name to “Jammin’ with Grandma Daisy.” She said it hurt her pride, but, hey! She made a lot of money and is sending Marisol, her former farm hand’s daughter, to art college.
Max’s sister Myrna and husband Otto, are eager to return to Mexico to spend time with Max and me. It’s the kind of visit we have to brace for, as Myrna is abrasive. Otto is a bicycle enthusiast and a bore. His bike is safely tucked under a tarp in the bodega. How can we refuse a visit? Family is family!
Scorpion, my young, tattooed, ear pierced, artist friend, changed from punk to clean-cut. Gone are visible tattoos, earrings, black leather clothes, and outrageous haircut. He calls himself by his real name, Etienne, changed to a stylish, high-powered executive and works in his mother’s pharmaceutical company. I haven’t heard from him for some time. I write this in all secrecy (shhhhhhhh!) My heart still flutters when I think of him as Scorpion. Wonder what’s happening to him? Maybe I’ll find out next year.
Baron and Regina, our neighbors a few casas down the street cause an occasional prickle. Max is still miffed because he believes, many years ago, Baron barred him from getting a 6th Golden Radish Award. The ice melted a bit between Regina and me when we commiserated over the terrible haircuts Jose Luis gave us in the absence of Rico, our talented hairdresser. Maybe we will resolve our differences next year. Maybe not.
How will Bobo and Cutlass continue to figure into our lives? Bobo’s connection to JoJo 3 Fingers and his “family” via Bobo’s decorating business brought JoJo’s attention to my journal. He loves reading it and swears if I need any favors done (ANY at all) he will take care of it. I have to be careful not to mention Baron and Regina. ………. Or not. (Hmmmmmmmm.)
Will Mr. Francis, the art gallery owner, invite me to show my work again this year? I hope so. But again, Mr. Francis is volatile and unpredictable.
My dear friends, Lucia and Sky, are always in my heart. They travel the world in their yacht the “Golden Fleece” and never disclose their destinies ahead of time. They might pop up in Bali, Nova Scotia, Australia – anywhere they can dock the yacht. Lucia and my connection is the constellation Orion and the moon. Maybe we’ll hear more from them?
If you’ve missed any of these stories and would like to know my friends better, you can go to the archives to read all about them.
“Kindness.” I hope most of what I write is kindly. Yes, Max can be sarcastic. But behind it all, I hope that compassion comes through.
“Accomplishment.” I’ve been blessed with the time to write these 3 years of stories I share with you. I look forward to discovering new friends and experiences next year.
Let the pen flow!!!