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Looking out my Backdoor: Distracted

When our Rancho gardener comes in the morning, Leo often asks me, “Sondrita, how is your wonderful retired life?” “Yes,” I say. We laugh. We both understand my meaning. “Yes, wonderful....

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Be happy, don't worry

Yes, I know, the song says “don’t worry, be happy” and I reversed the order. Which comes first, chicken or egg, or does it matter and who cares? What I noticed is that when I am happy, I tend...

 

Looking out my Back Door: Tequila, pole dancing and more tequila

Yesterday John and Carol, Leo, our gardener, and I took a trip up to the top of the sacred Mountain, Volcan de Tequila. Tequila Mountain dominates a huge section of Jalisco, can be seen from...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Merry Christmas in January

Dear Lee and Roy, Imagine my surprise when Leo handed me mail this morning. He climbs the stairs at the Mercado every Monday morning to check my mail box. I suspect the real reason Leo checks mail...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Oh, for pity's sake!

Those words came out of my mouth with full exclamation stop. And nobody near with ears to hear. Among other things in this mysterious and strange aging process, things like talking with myself, I...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Every day a different day

This morning I walked down to Tony’s On The Beach for breakfast. I called it a walking meditation because naming it such makes me feel better about my small steps, snail pace. Once again I am in...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: The Mystery of the Purloined Scarf

The episode began innocently enough. I had walked over to see Carol about something so mundane I don’t even remember. She came out of her door with a stunning pink scarf wrapped around her neck. I...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Endings and beginnings

Christmas has been celebrated. The first day of the New Year lurks around the corner. We arbitrarily close out one year, stamp it “over and done” and with trepidation open the flaps of the box...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: In my garden of earthly delights

Angels and snakes, metaphorical. Every garden has each. While moving my water sprinkler, I stepped in a nest of fire ants. Stepped out quickly, swiping ants off my legs, onto my arms, off my arms,...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: How I got to be the BVM at 73 and then I died

For me, it was a fortuitous choice. I don’t sing in public. We were gathered on the festively decorated patio out by the pool. Yes, there is a pool on the Rancho. I don’t talk about it because I...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Do you ever have one of those days?

Maybe you don’t but I have a tendency to automatically and immediately attach a judgement to various happenings during my day. You know—that’s good; that’s bad. Usually I catch myself and...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Romancing the snow

My daughter Dee Dee sent me pictures of Antoinette building a snowman, the falling white fluff thick on the ground, the tree branches covered with hoar frost. For a moment, just a moment, mind you, I...

 

Looking out my Backdoor - 'Same to mango-everyday more better'

In other words, “The older the mango, the sweeter the fruit.” Words by which to live from Leo’s Aunt Cuca, 100 years old. Sundays she walks five kilometers to church, refusing rides from neighbo...

 

Equal opportunity mail order

Crin wrote, “Look at the nice young man you can get online these days.” A photo accompanied her note. Ah, Crinny, it’s been done. Mail order was quite a popular movement back in the late 1800s,...

 

Comings and goings

They flapped a clamor like rain drumming on my roof. The day is sunny and bright. Overhead, a gigantic thundercloud of blackbirds shadowed the sky in annual migration. I like to imagine these are the...

 

A normal/not-so-normal-day

I woke up grumpy. Not normal. Beautiful sunrise. Normal. After coffee and Qi Gong with Jim, I still felt out of sorts, no energy. I sat; he gonged. Decided to go to the doctor. Definitely not normal....

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Ripa Van Wrinkle rides again

I should have a good ten years of health ahead of me, since the last time I was this sick with a head cold was a good ten years ago. The prevailing wisdom is, if you don’t medicate a cold, it will...

 

Looking out my Backdoor - Gloomy in Glendive

I would like to tell you it is all about the weather. I would be lying. Even though it seems like rain has followed me from Washington to Glacier to Harlem to Glendive, I am simply not that powerful....

 

Can't iron my birthday suit

Two dozen Harlem High, Class of ’63 grads, arrived at the Great Northern Lodge for our 55th Class Reunion. Hugs, jabber, huge smiles: We provide instant love, just add self. I blurted, “We can no...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Blue-haired lady on the move

When this gray-haired grandma left Mexico for Washington I filled two suitcases, large and small, with clothing I have yet to wear, with gifts to give, with everything possible I think I might need,...

 

The sublime and the frightening

I would like to tell you that my trip time in Washington is all sublime, that every moment is perfection, that my head is in the clouds with happiness. You would call me out on it, right? You might...

 

Looking out my Back Door: Little things mean a lot

When one has pared one’s life down to the bare essentials, little things take on incredible importance. I arrived in Mexico City with 40 minutes to make my connection. Airports are designed in such...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Girl on bike, woman in red car

It’s a mystery. I hear Jack Webb’s voice (Sgt. Joe Friday) in my ear. “Just the facts, Ma’am. Just the facts.” July 25, a sweltering sunny afternoon, my granddaughter Antoinette, rode her...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Where lines converge

When passing by a mirror this morning, I thought, “Lord, oh dear, I’m composting.” Well, aren’t we all but that’s no consolation. Which thought led me to a memory that shook me to my bones....

 

Looking out my Backdoor: The wrath of Ralph

Rule No. 1: Never write when sick. Rule No. 2: Do whadevah ya gotta do. It’s a virus, I’m sure. Caught it from a hug from Josue, who thought he’d eaten bad mangoes. Four days ago. Mangoes good....

 

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