Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Walking A Tightrope Of A Life

Yesterday, I was watching WHEEL OF FORTUNE and this week is for couples because it's Sweethearts Week.  At the very end, the winning couple was attempting to solve the puzzle but despite my fervent encouragement from home (screaming out the answer) the buzzer went.
My husband asked me, as he does frequently, 'Why don't you go on there?'  Usually, I quip back quickly that I'd probably get a brain freeze or get tongue tied.  This time I said, 'I'm too ugly.'

Why do I still say that about myself?  I'm closer to 70 than 60.  You'd think I would have learned by now that I don't look like anyone else.  I am unique and I am a natural beauty.  I don't do well with cosmetics other than lipstick. I've seen pictures of me as a toddler and child and I was cute!  However, I am not smiling in most of them.  I think I know why.  I was not a physically abused child but I was not nurtured or praised at all.  Hugs and kisses were rare in our household.  Every day was a tightrope walk (even though I wasn't then aware of it) through rules and mores.  Scots ones, American ones, and Mexican ones.  Local ones, school rules, growing up ones.  Which ones were the right ones?  They were ALL right depending on the day or the hour.


Thursday, January 31, 2019

What A Time!

It's been a bit since I have written, but it isn't from a lack of ideas or material.  I have to purge my mind to see clearly. Okay, I can proceed.  This past week has been such a whirlwind.  The weather was super windy one day and -6 degrees F with snow showers the next.  Despite our furnace pumping out hot air, it was cool inside our home!  I wore a layer of long-johns under my Cuddleduds.  Then over them, I had a thick sweater.  Comfortable and toasty.

 There's good and bad news:
The federal employees are back to work!  Thirty-five days after closing down because of the non-agreement between our president and Congress, the almost 1 million Federal employees returned to their jobs. However, they've only been funded for three weeks.  I swear, I don't know what's behind all of this turmoil.

Our family has lost two matriarchs in South America.  The first, Esperanza Rodriguez de Cordova, died around the 19th of January and was my hubster's uncle Luis' widow.  She was ethnic Han Chinese and only three generations removed from Canton.  Her family, whose surname originally was Chan, adopted the surname of the ship's captain.  That surname?  Rodriguez.

The second death was a beloved sister to my husband, Alicia Cordova Bulgarin de Moran.  She passed away on the 25th of January and was buried the next day.  That's what they do down in the tropics, no hanging about.  My husband was deeply pained by her death and when he called Alicia's son to share condolences with him, they both broke down.  But the ladies now rest with God.

Monday, January 21, 2019

Changing my blog's name again

May God bless your day today, Reader!

I had an interesting weekend but I can't share all of it with you.  Disappointment was a key word in my vocabulary.  Our metro area was meant to get plunging temperatures, freezing rain, and blowing winds and snow.  I am thankful it did not snow much, probably because the temperature was at least 8 degrees Fahrenheit Sunday.  The cold came into our wee house even though it is a snuggy place.  That's how cold it was and is.

Now to the matter of changing my blog's name again...I felt that the words "approaching a new page" didn't flow in my thoughts the way I felt they should.  I kept thinking them over and wondering what exactly I'm trying to say.  I want you, my Reader, to unfold, discover, or learn something from my modest blog.


Thursday, January 10, 2019

It has been a few weeks since my last post because I took a break.  My husband and I didn't go anywhere.  He needed to rest his body.  I didn't go to the gym.  We did not go out to eat or to see the Christmas lights on the Plaza in Kansas City, Missouri.

Mario and I usually go see our daughter, Renny, and her new family in the Sunshine State at least once a year.  We go see two other daughters in the state reknown for its crabbing whenever possible but at least every 18 months or try to coordinate our visits to go in one huge swathe through different regions in the US.  Between us we have 6 daughters, so we have plenty of kiddos to visit.

This year for New Year's Eve we went to our oldest daughter's house and got to eat a wonderful meal and visit until around 10 pm. when we went home and Mario went to bed.  I stayed up to see the New year in when the neighbors' fireworks kindly let me know 2019 had been ushered in.  So Happy New Year to you, Faithful Reader O' My Blog.