Saturday, May 31, 2014

Ants and mouses

Before I left on my trip to Calif we had an ant problem. When the weather began to get warmer, even warmer than the nice mild winter we experienced, in late march early April the ants came. Remember the song ...The ants came marching 2 by 2 hurrah hurrah ...and the ants came marching down, to the ground.....Well they marched into our house. In one day we were drowning in ants. Yes I had seen one walking along a countertop or near the stove, and usually I squish them with a finger. But I also had forgotten about the "chemical trail" they leave so the others know where to go. I don't thin me wiping a soapy sponge afterwards would have helped. Everything in the cupboards had to come out, lots of stuff thrown away. I wanted to use natural remedies, soapy water, water and vinegar, chalk lines, etc. They kept coming. We put everything into airtight bins or in the fridge. They kept coming. We'd get up every morning and wipe everything down. And then they seemed to slow down. Yipee.

We still kept most stuff out of the cupboards and have given up on cereal...somehow they still broke into the plastic jugs.  So I left on my trip. I forgot about ants.....

I talked to Everardo on the phone. He was laughing so hard trying to tell me. He noticed something fall onto the keyboard of his laptop- he looked closer, and it was ants! He looked up and there was a thick line of ants walking across the beam on the ceiling, heading for a plastic bag hanging on a knob, filled with individual packs of Ritz crackers- you know the rolls with about 20 cracker in the- they had been in a bigger box we bought a Costco, but that box had been filled with ants by the first day. Our ceiling is probly 8 feet at the most- I can a;most touch it, and he can for sure. The ants were falling over each other and down onto my husband, his chair and his computer! He bought some stuff we heard about that was odorless, and put it around outside, and I suspect, inside. I haven't seen any ants since I got home, but the last couple of nites I've gotten back up after going to bed because of the noise.....mice.

So Poppi told me oh yeah we have a mouse problem as well. But they are very small. Yeah well they leave what we politely call mouse droppings everywhere. Mouse poop. Why do they poop so much? Do they poop as soon as they eat something? Or do they just poop everywhere all the time? I needed the A&D ointment; I got a new tattoo in Calif...well a couple actually and needed it. Ok side story about the tattoo:

The first full day I was there I went to "my" tattoo guy, at Eye Spy Tattoos. It is the only place I have ever gone, and Tim is the only tattooist? Is it tattooist? Or simply tattoo guy? Anyway Tim has done all my tattoos. I got the first one when I was 50 years old; I called it my freedom tattoo. It was right after I became single after being married for 15 years. I don't know, I had been thinking about a tattoo for some time, and once  I was single- well I answered to me. I actually went down to the place- and now I don't remember who told me about him, maybe my daughter...and I went just to look. I wanted a dragonfly. He was not busy and grabbed my arm and drew one on with a pen and said "like this?". Yeah exactly like that! I wanted it to be purple and green, and put it on my left arm, inside the forearm (between my elbow and wrist). I got it right then. I loved it! Ha ha a week later I was back and on the other arm got a peace sign...and then it was on. My left arm has a ring of dragonflies now, and a vine winding thru them, and the words "vive in el momento" and a couple of tiny dragonflies in the vines. All of it is probly less than 6 inches wide from right below my elbow. My other arm is a different story. At first it was just peace signs, then a world with a peace sign in it, and then the word "peace" in English, Arabic, Spanish, Russian and Japanese, in different colors and fonts, and the words Let peace begin with me. Oh and 2 birds in a heart with a peace sign, which I later added some sunburst stuff to....I also have the words esperanza and acceptance.

And now I have a penguin, a very small penguin down near my wrist with his arms out saying "oh well" in honor of my mom. It says Elly underneath. She always said "oh well" sometimes long and drawn out like oooooh weellllll in her later years. The penguin is about at the end, when she was, well I guess hallucinating, about people, about what was happening around her, and she pulled me close to say she didn't like how they were treating the penguins and we said we'd get right on it. Even though it was hard, we laughed alot with her at the end. At one point she wanted Captain Jack to be in charge, and we'd train all the baby animals, and then charge people to see them do tricks....Oh and we never did find out who Captain Jack was....some mysterious person from her past? And no not the Captain Jack from Pirates of the Caribbean, we asked that right off and she indignantly told us NO! She always wanted to look her best for him, and talked to me about that fluttery feeling when HE walks in...it was like we were two girls in high school that afternoon. Love you mommy. So the penguin thing stuck- with me anyhow. They have become special to me. And they always always make me think of her.

Ok so three days before I came home I got another tattoo. On my right shoulder, so although there is a lot of open space, I basically have tattoos on my whole arm. I got flowers- oranges and reds- I wanted something bright, and with- of course- a couple of dragonflies (ooops they've migrated to the other arm), but you have to look for them, they look like flowers, it is an amazing tattoo and I love it. However, it is the biggest one I ever got, and I have to keep it covered with ointment and out of the sun. It's now a week and a half, so it's healed pretty much, but shit- I live at the beach with alot of hot direct sun, so I'm trying to cover it up when I go outside. I told someone my tattoos are a 50's thing. But I realize I need to say it differently. They are not from the 50's. I am not stuck in the 50's (maybe the 60/70's since I wear tye dye all the time, one earring or maybe 2 different ones -which really comes from losing one of a pair and always my favorites). No, the tattoos are a thing of my 50's... when I turn 60 in a few years I will be done. I might be done now....but naaaa...I thinkin' more flowers....So anyway....at my daughter's house I used her A&D ointment....ah ha! See how I finally came full circle?

I knew we had a big tube of A&D at home, hubby uses it on his poor feet that get dry and cracked, me for tattoos etc. BUT- when I opened the drawer.....at least 6 bites marks in each tube!! It wouldn't be so bad if we used for non broken skin....but -and I'll now have to google it- mice carry dieseases! They are dirty little critters- I mean come on...they poop everywhere.....

So Poppi had been dealing with ants and the mouses! He actually put some powder used mainly for agriculture..in the house, and of course I freaked out about it..I hate poison, in spray, in powder....I mean since I let them poison me with chemo (yes it's poison- the point is to kill fast growing cells which is why your hair falls out- so it must be poisoning me all over), so now I am totally paranoid about any kind of poison. I wiped most of it up with wet paper towels holding my breath...I went out to the shed and wrote down what the sack said, then looked it up in English. It's pretty common and also used in indoor stuff like Raid (which I hate), so I'm probably ok...maybe. So the ants are gone the mouses are not gone. They merely change paths. They sound like miniature construction workers out in the kitchen at nite. The ointments and lotions are in sealed bags and are now untouched. They seem mostly to be out on the kitchen counters, altho I think maybe in some drawers...yuck. So today we bought mouse traps- interesting we had to go to 4 places...although in place #2 they had the kind that is a glue strip. We both agreed we did not want that. Came home and he set out 4, and in about 6 hours now, we've already caught 2. Everardo said a boy and a girl- and I said how can you tell and he said the boy had balls like this!! and he cupped his hands! ha ha ha hah!!

I missed my beach living. The ocean immediately offers me serenity when I sit quietly and watch it. I finally got out this meditation set of cds I bought right before we left for Mexico 2 years ago. Yes!! We left the first Monday in June- the 4th, 2012 and arrived in our first home down south a week later. That was also on the Pacific, but now we are on a bay, and so the waves are not crashing, not huge, and because we are much further north, the water is not as warm. I came home with a cold, so I gave myself until Monday to restart my exercise and stricter eating. I did dance/walk 3 days this week, including today, but have not started back to the weights, although I'm excited to begin again. Mexico is my home. I love it here. It's crazy and interesting, the same as anywhere I think. I'm excited to resume my plan of health and learning...I only worked on my Spanish once this week, but that felt good as well. I hope to reflect and then hopefully write about who I am after 2 years in Mexico, sometime in the next few days. I have been reflecting, I kind of do it all the time, especially after visiting up in Calif and coming back. I have changed, but don't we all change, all the time? I think, if not for my daughters I would be happy to stay here forever....ha ha but that thought will probly also change at some point.

Hmmm how many traps will I hear snap tonite???
Viva

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Back home to Mexico

Well I've been home for a week today (Thurs). I came home with a horrible cold, couldn't even talk by Friday and have felt simply shitty until about yesterday, when I woke up feeling great. So I went down to the beach and danced my butt off to resume my exercise....ha ha...and woke up during last nite coughing and with an aching chest. Ok so today I took it a little slower. But- and this is very cool....I started the today with my coffee in my chair by the beach watching the waves, bot dogs by my side, and then finished the day off by doing the same thing. It's not dark yet, so I came in before the sunset, but yeah- getting my balance back...my acceptance, my serenity. Did I say I love it here? I love you Mexico!

Northern California was nice. The weather was amazing, and my daughters everything I could have hoped for. Little drama with daughter #2- always right? But (thank you God) it was with or about me!! She will be 21 in just a few weeks and has been living at home with my ex and his wife, but apparently it has not been all rainbows and unicorns- yes the ego me is not unsatisfied with that ha ha- but honestly I want my daughters to be happy, confident and self assured, and for that to be, those around them, those who influence them- well I want the best for them as well- simply because they affect my children. Ok so anyway- my daughter has had a hard time not being the only star in her father's eyes, and so was not really nice about it. Meaning: sullen, disrespectful, etc.....so as a young adult it was time for her to move out, and she's doing that. She's very excited about it and I am so happy for her! Instead of leaving something, she's going towards something. She moving to a small town, a college community in many respects and she and her roommates are all in school so she has many happy plans.

My older daughter started a new job, closer to home and in the field she wants her career in. So everything is working out for everybody, this is all a mom can ask for. They took me to Armstrong Woods for Mother's Day- a grove of redwoods with trails and picnic areas, a place I love, I like to simply breathe in there, I like to rub the spiney leaves on my hands so they smell like the trees. It was a perfect day. It started with a beautiful brunch at a hotel, then we went to the Redwoods. I love them both so much! I also got to spend alot of time with my "future" granddaughter, she calls me Grandma Terry and I consider her my granddaughter already....I got to go on 2 field trips with her kindergarten class. One was a mentor appreciation day. Ha ha the 3rd graders mentor the kindergartners! So about 200 kids walked from school to a nearby park for a bbq and games and fun. Then at the end of the week,  at about 7am, my daughter comes in and says -we're going on the school bus field trip to Armstrong Woods! (The "real"- and of course as I am completely un-objective I use the term "real" loosely ha ha- had to cancel about an hour before) So I went to the redwoods a second time, this time with only about 90 kids (ouch), and we explored, saw a banana slug, listened to the woods, laid on our backs on the benches in the amphitheater and counted shades of green and how many different birds we heard...had a sack lunches...I was happy and tired. Then- they announced the hike to the waterfall!!! AAARRRGGGHHH I was tired- hike to a waterfall!! Ha ha talk about trudge the road of happy destiny...(AA reference)....I was wiped out. Yep I'm a grandma- not a mom of a 5 year old!

Other things....oh we went to see the place my daughter wants to get married at- it's a castle that's a winery- or a winery with a castle I guess. We went after she got home from work from her first day, and the place had just closed. My daughter is nothin' if not determined. She wanted me to see it. Ad I am not allowed to say the name, or show any of the fantastic pictures I took, either. After they both got laid off jobs last summer, they lived off their savings- which included their wedding fund, and that's why the wedding has been moved to next summer. This place is very very expensive. She wants a fairy tale wedding and is willing to work for the money to pay for it- so I say- go for it! I'm sure I wrote about this before. So now I got to see the place she is dreaming of- no wait- the place she planning on. So did I say it was closed? Ha! We were at one set of huge gates that we could not figure out how to open and decided to go to the other set. Well as we got there, the last employee was coming out, so we flew thru the open gates, just before they swung closed. Uh oh- but in totally me and my daughter's style decided to worry about that when we wanted to leave. So we drove in, parked along a side road, jumped a small hedge and went to look at this awesome castle and the amazingly beautiful grounds. Oh did I say 5 yr old granddaughter was with us? She asked if we were going to jail.....I told her she was our ticket to stay out of the pokey- her sweet smile...Anyway the grounds are so beautiful; roses everywhere, a big fountain, statues, big patches of thick green lawns, and then the castle itself. We talked about a couple of places they could have the ceremony, where they food would be, the dancing, everything. My daughter's face- she was excited, awed, happy, and she was darting all over the place to show me this and that. It will be....amazing, awesome, epic...everything she wanted- a fairy tale wedding. Oh and when we finally left as the sun was going down, the big gates swung open automatically as we approached...so we were never really stuck, even tho' we talked about ramming thru the gates with the big truck we were in, but I told her that might create a problem for her wedding if she is forbidden on the grounds......

My granddaughter is a hoot. She talks to herself to the point of me jumping up and running out to the front room because I thought she had opened the door to someone. Nope- she teaches school- to her "kinders". They all have names and need frequent discipline. Sometimes Cookie is in the class and so has to wear her leash in the house, and all her chew toys get put up on the table to get her attention. ha ha. Cookie is only 6 months old, but big enough to get her paws up on kitchen counters and strong as an ox. But the sweetest puppy dog who instantly won my heart. She slept with me a few nites, and we went on a couple of walks- well she pulled me around the neighborhood. She's at that stage where she steals shoes, clothes, my new camera (it was unscathed), did I say shoes? and then makes a beeline for the back sliding door to take her treasure out to the lawn. I love that silly mutt. Kids and dogs- yeah that's what life's about. 

I saw a few other friends, saw my house and our renters. They are such a wonderful couple and the house- now their home- looks fabulous. Everything is green and growing, they use the backyard all the time, and he showed me this wireless doorbell they attached to the front door and you can plug in the bell anywhere so when they are so often in the backyard they can now hear it when somebody comes to the door. Cool. We couldn't be happier with them renting our house. When and if we ever go back up there to live, we can't afford to live in that house- need the income...and this trip I let go of it, just a tiny bit. I love that house, more than any I've ever lived in...but unless we win the lottery....yeah I own it free and clear, but property tax, insurance, and utilities in that area....big ouch! Yeah we could live there if we worked....but I don't wanna!!

So the trip was nice, but different than last year. This year it really felt like you can't go home again. I mean I felt exactly at home with both my daughters, but otherwise I felt like  visitor, which I am. I love Petaluma but am no longer married to the idea that we need to live there. I want to be near my kids, but Santa Rosa, or further north, or west towards the beach would be fine. A granny unit on someone's property. Living in this tiny trailer- although apparently it's a "double wide" (oh god oh god)- but with all the outdoors we have here, the beach, the estuary, the open fields....it's outside I crave now. Tiny inside is cozy, less to clean, and warm.....

I had a crazy funny day with my best girlfriend (oh bff right?) who went with me to me -LAST as it turned out- oncology appointment. My cancer doctor said he never wants to see me again! Yippee! 5 years clear of cancer. Yeah baby! Anyway after that, we went to a mall in San Rafael, first to Macy's where I made myself not look at anything, and then to Kohls which is like the old Mervyns...more affordable, and then found out they don't check you at the dressing rooms! ha ha you can take all the clothes in you want, and I immediately noticed nobody bothered to take the discarded clothes out....they were just in piles on the floor. So after telling my bff I was ok with my body image; that yeah I'm overweight, but starting to make different choices about food, and getting into exercise down here with my beach dancing/walking and the free gym.....I start to try on a swimsuit and she yells "I'm comin' in" I protest, and then say- "yeah I'm ok with my fat but not while I'm stuffing it into a plastic bag!". In she came anyway with an armload of clothes, and pretty soon we were trying stuff on in the hallway outside the dressing room! Oh forgot to say she had the same swimsuit so put it on and we took a "selfie!!" in the dressing room mirror- laughing like we were in jr high! I have NOT posted that pic on facebook and do not plan to do so....After that we went back to her place- and it's so funny! She is living in a "double wide" too! And yes this is in northern Cal not Kentucky or Louisiana.....or wherever it is that people live in trailers, marry their first cousins and are on episodes of Cops! (Is that still on the air? Bet it is). She is in a nice park at the north end of town, and her mobile home is basically the same size as ours, just a different layout, but 2 beds 2 bath. She is so happy- it is the first home she bought herself- she is no longer a renter. It needs work and she's doing it. It was fun and comfy and...real to be there with her. Love you girlfriend!

I saw my dear Russian friend, once with her hubby and they made me a vege pizza from all homegrown and homemade ingredients as well as a yummy Russian soup. But the second time I saw her was the best- no husbands- just her and I, and we got to talk, from our hearts and souls. She and I have had a special connection since the day we met, and can talk about anything. She has been in the U.S. for just a few years; came by way of marrying her American husband...but we are close in age, and thought and heart, so we talk, talk talk. She will come to visit us soon we hope. I saw another friend I used to work with and we have only communicated thru email or fb msging. We met for lunch and fell instantly into easy conversation. She just got engaged and I'm so happy for her. It's funny there are just some people that you can go forever and not see, then see them and it's as if you were just apart minutes. Had coffee with yet another woman, who husband had been Halla's soccer coach for years, and she and I chat thru facebook, but are a little closer than that. She loves my daughter and offered her a safe port in the storm while she was struggling with things at her dad's house. I love her for that.

So it was a more thoughtful trip. Family and closer friends. Yes, I went to some AA meetings, some in Petaluma so I saw many old and new faces. One day when Drew was with me I was asked about 5 minutes before the meeting to be the speaker and that was very cool. Down here, at least in the English meetings there are no speaker meetings, all just open discussion, so it was nice to hit a few speaker meetings, and to be a speaker. But I will say this- except for my daughters, I could stay here in Mexico forever (at least that's how I feel now).

I caught a cold- I'm sure from one of those little kindergartners! It really hit the day before I left so I just tried to ignore it. By the time I got on the place Thursday morning I was full blown sick- yeah and just saw a news story about germs on a plane ha ha. Actually, I had to get up at 5:45 am to catch the 6:15 am shuttle to the San Francisco airport. My flight wasn't until 10am, but commute traffic....I foolishly didn't eat or pack some fruit and nuts and a pb&j sandwich like I did on the way up, so by by the time I got to the gate with about an hour and a half to go, I was really sick...my carry ons were soooo heavy because I bought some clothes, a camera, a fishing reel...etc etc etc so my suitcase was overweight, so I was dragging. Of course it was a full flight, with kids and all. Some kids who were running all over the place while the mom ate and talked on the phone. I KNEW they would be seated next to me-hmmm well at least I could give them my cold...ok just kiddding...kind of..... Then I hear there is a long wait list including 2 pilots who want to catch a lift. A third pilot shows up and gets really pissed off when they say they are not even writing down anymore names because the list is so long. Then I find out that SFO has some runways closed for repair so if your plane misses it's place in line, then your flight can be delayed up to an hour and a half. Oh so I didn't mention I had these 2 posters that had been too long to fit in my suitcase..and although light as paper, constituted a 3rd carryon and they weren't going to let me take it (2 taped together so it- not them). I was so sick I didn't care. They were AA posters of the 12 steps and 12 traditions in English because the place I got to meetings- which are all and only in English, have all the stuff on the walls in Spanish. Then in my fevered head I made up a story wherein I left the posters right there at the gate, somebody found them and decided to put them up. So an AA meeting started in the airport which became very popular for travelers, (crazy eh?), and then next year when I came back thru I attended the meeting and heard the story of how the meeting came to be. Then I was so humble I never told them it was me. Ha ha ha ha ha what an ego I have eh? Ok so thru this fantasizing I hear the woman at the gate make an announcement that there is one seat available in first, pls come up if you are interested. I am sitting so close I merely lean forward and whisper loudly..."how much?" Well one of them tells me it's only $89...and I look at the screaming kids, the pissed of pilots and the long line for standby....and I ask her "do you take debit cards?" Yep. So she tells me stuff one end of the posters in the outside pocket of my laptop case and then I will "technically" only have 2 carry ons. Uh....ok. So I am the first person on the place, first row next to the window, sipping coffee and orange juice in real cups.....and watch the fun begin. They were trying to rush people in very polite voices...saying we were going to lose our place in line....the monster children were...well being monsters, but they disappeared down into coach somewhere never to heard of, by me anyway, again, and I closed my eyes. During the hour and a half flight I listened to the very funny flight attendant make jokes and tell us how Virgin Atlantic Airlines came to be, and be pampered with pretty fruits, humus and pita bread, and a tiny chocolate truffle that was exquisite. Going first was like my own little perfect storm- if I hadn't been that sick, the screaming kids, the arguing pilots wanting to catch a lift, my heavy backpack and laptop case, both stuffed to the point of bursting....if any of those things had been different I could not have justified to myself spending the money....I spent quite enough during my stay ha ha.

It was also my first time walking across the border at Tijuana. It was super easy- except for the whole being sick and heavy stuff part.... I took a bus from the airport for $1.25 right to the trolly. The trolley was $2.50 and took me right to the border. The correct trolley is called The Blue Line, but the trolley is red....hmmm in my sickness I stared at it for a long time and a lovely young lady asked if she could help me and showed me how to buy the ticket and helped push my suitcase up the step into the trolley. The walk is pretty short but a steep incline which I think is crossing the highway but I'm not sure. I only looked at my feet saying...step step step because I felt so shitty I was thinking about sitting down on the walkway. So I walked right thru, a nice Mexican policewoman asked me with a smile on her face if I had "cigarros? armas? alcohol?" To which I replied no, solo ropa (only clothes) and she told me told me to have a nice afternoon. I walked into the sunlight and there was my wonderful darling husband who jumped forward and grabbed ALL my stuff! He also handed me a small package wrapped in newspaper, which was 2 little dragonflies he bought at a stand while waiting for me. Home sweet home. I slept most of the way home, and then was sick for 4 or 5 days. Someone sent me an email from the states asking if I was ok- that many times Mexicans visiting the states got into trouble drinking the water. ha ha.
Viva