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Looking out my Backdoor: Looking out my Backdoor: Argentine Ants

The other day my son Ben, here in Etzatlan to help me in recovery, showed me a video he and his daughter Lexi had enjoyed. The animated video by a German scientist with an unpronouncable name...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Sondra's House of Ill Repute

Surgery successful — Hooray! Hooray! I have a repaired hip. My legs are both the same length again. I promise not to show you the scars. The news on the other end of that spectrum is that I will be...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: An update on Sondra's surgery, and some poems

I’m writing to you today from warm and sunny Glendive. Mom had her hip repair surgery on Thursday, the 26th. Merry Christmas! The post from her original hip replacement had slipped down into the...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Whims and wing-dings

December comes to a close with Christmas. Whether one believes the Birth of the Christ Child to be myth or metaphor, history or hysteria, is of no matter. My belief makes it neither one nor another....

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Breakfast at Calano's

Lani and I sneaked off to breakfast at Calano’s this Sunday morning. It is something we do now and then. We don’t go often, usually, like today, on a whim. If you don’t ride whims, you are...

 

Looking out my backdoor: Parsing the Fear

On a Saturday I saw an orthopedic specialist. He said, “I can fix your hip and leg.” I’m kind of backward when it comes to medical issues. I didn’t go to him for a fix. I went for a referral...

 

Looking out my Backdoor - Sometimes the hard stuff …

I’ll dither around before I talk about that which I need to talk. Because that is the way I am. Look the other way. Put my head in a bucket of sand. Pretend I don’t need you. In truth, it’s...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Stranded without phone and internet

Good afternoon, this is not Sondra. After calling my mom for several days, and impatiently wondering where she has gotten up to without alerting me to her travels, I found out her phone and internet...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: The rain in Spain(ish) and assorted nonsense

Rain, “lluvia” in Español, pinging on my Mexican tile roof, sounds like the clatter of typewriter keys hitting the platen. Do you remember that rapidly rattling noise? Woe is me. These old bones...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: My 'almost-Mexican' fiesta

This was not my idea, to have a party. It was sloppily put together. Any party, even pot luck, takes a lot of work. I didn't really want to do it. I was tired and in pain from the long bus ride. Bah...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Adept in the ways of sloth

Nobody told us. Well, nobody told me. I’m from a family of workers, obsessive workers, one might say. In my family, sloth is a mere breath removed from slovenly and slatternly. Nobody ever said...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Beware the devious AI toothbrush

“This is the way we brush our teeth, brush our teeth, brush our teeth. This is the way we brush our teeth, so early in the morning.” News headlines to nursery rhymes, that’s me. When I read...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Phase of moon, juxtaposition of planets?

Ever have a day when everything you touch turns to mud? For one thing, it is raining. Tropical Storm Priscilla hovers off the coast in a direct line up and over the mountains to the west. Not far in...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: October, Sweet October

Editor's note: See Festival photos at www.havredailynes.com. October is the sweetest month, well, unless one is up to one's hocks in snow, and not the first snow of the year at that! Betrayed by Septe...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Micro slice of a simple life in paradise

When one lives in a tiny community, little things can tend to balloon into huge importance. When I say “small community,” I don’t mean a place numbered in four digits, where you might recognize...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: What you gonna do when the lights go out?

Stand on the curb of any street in any town in Mexico and look up. No, not that high. Those are just the ubiquitous buzzards, turkey vultures, also fondly, tongue in cheek, called the Mexican Eagle....

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Sometimes a silly notion

After two weeks at a beach resort in Mazatlan, I wanna go home! Not that I don’t love it here. I do. I do. What is not to love? Fantastic balcony view. Comfortable room. Staff who treat me as though...

 

Grass is greener, both sides of the fence!

One day last week Leo asked, “Had breakfast yet?” I grabbed my bag and we headed to the gordita place. I’m certain there are a hundred gordita places in Etzatlan. This one is on the man street;...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Dear Havre Daily News

I have turned into my father and I don’t like it. When I lived in Washington, I used to almost dread Dad’s phone calls because they too frequently meant that somebody we knew, in the family or in...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Sitting in my corn field

Used to be, if I had a serious deadline, I would work all day, work all night, work until the project was finished, ready to deliver. Ah, well, that was then. “Used to be” is like paint, it...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Missed my calling

Today I bring you the banal, the mundane, my trite self-discovery in household hints. Soap-pads Ohso Special. Also known as SOS or, in Español, “fibra metalica.” Can you believe I could not find...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: The quality of light

My backyard pulls me out of the house. I take a book with me, as always, but cannot focus when surrounded by such magical glory. This is the same yard, the same beauty, the same powerful stillness...

 

Out my Backdoor: Strange days and strange ways

Do you ever wonder if the big ol’ sun up there looks down and thinks, “Those are some mighty strange beings down on that little ball of mud, especially that one there, standing by the mango tree,...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: The color of laughter

Yesterday my computer went strange on me, would not let me make any of my usual connections. So after trying everything I knew (not much) I phoned my son for help. Ben was at work, so he said he’d...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    July 25, 2019

Looking out my Backdoor: Piecing a partial picture patchwork past

DNA and ancestry search sites are the latest greatest. I’m not sure I want unknown relatives crawling out of the woodwork. The relatives I know are scary enough. Of my background, I know I am...

 

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