Senor and Linda Lou have been in Pueblo Alamos, Sonora, Mexico for 7 years. Every day brings a new discovery.
They are still working on the casa............Senor says, it won't be long.........but Linda Lou says, it won't be long until what..............stay tuned to find out what's next.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

A Casa Update

Here is a little update for those of you who still follow us on the blog.
 I've not been so good this year about keeping you informed. I just get so busy doing other things.
 I am currently making glass wind chimes while Senor continues to enjoy working on the house. 
He's got the vigas in on the second roof section and he has started the concrete sub floor under the portal. 
He would like to get the roof done completely before the rainy season, but our rain has been unusual. 
Since January we have had almost 2 1/2 inches. We had an inch just on Sunday.
 Rain in the Sonoran desert in April? Unheard of, but well received and no water rationing I am aware of before Semana Santa.

And so it goes. We continue to be very happy going at our own pace, but maybe this year we will finish.........finish something anyway.
Que le vaya bien. Linda Lou

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Here's the Deal

So, Senor is putting in the sub floor on the portal. He has that form there with a bull nose edge and I walked out there to see what was happening over at Minnie's house and accidentally stepped on the form and he went completely ballistic. I am not allowed on the portal floor if they are working. Okay, whatever, I can live with that. I barely touched it!
 Martin and his son came over and took down the rest of the walls. I kept walking out there to see what it was looking like and got in the way. Martin never said I was in the way. Senor said I was in the way, so I got banished to the West Wing and now that there is so much stuff in there I can't find anything and there is nothing to do in there and I got bored and left the house and went to town and sat on a bench at the Plaza.
 When I got back home Marcello and Rosario were tearing up the floor and Senor was putting in the electrical  components in the floor and I watched for awhile until I got the evil eye from all three of them and I went to Pancho's grocery store and hung out for awhile and watched Katy Perry music videos with the girl that works there in the afternoon. She was really nice and gave me a free ice cream cone.

 When I got home, the rubble had all been moved to the yard and the beam had been exposed and we had one big room. I liked that. The workers were gone and hooray! Senor was gone, too, and I was all alone and I went out on the portal and inspected the work and then I inspected the poured concrete over the electrical lines and I decided the big beam was sufficient.
 Then I walked out the new front door opening and decided that works for me, too.
I think this is all looking kind of nice.

Monday, January 26, 2015

The Big Beam

 Hola, buen dia, thought you might enjoy these photos.
 This is the second portion of the big roof beam. 
After it cures for about 28 days, the guys will come and take out the remaining walls
 and we will have one big open space.
 Then Senor will start the barro blanca roof over that section.

 In the meantime, they are building this wall out to match the existing wall. 
Our dining table will go about where that pile of ladrillos is in the lower right corner and there will be a stone fireplace on that wall.

 I am still acid staining the floor tiles and they are looking pretty darn good. I love the process, it's very artistic and requires about 4 coats that bubble and smoke when they are applied.
Senor tells me that after they finish this wall and while the beam is still curing, he will start working on the portal floor.
 I am very sick and tired of tripping on rebar; it is really my only complaint around here. I don't trip often but when I do it is always because I am moving too fast and am distracted.
 Hmm, I said........when exactly will that happen, that you will put down the floor...............i want a date...............he would not give me one.That is so like him. Wouldn't you think he would be smart enough to just say a date, any date, pick it out of a hat and then when we got there he could just change his mind and push it out further.

FAOT, the music festival, is going on and the weekend was crazy.
 We didn't go to town much, just too crowded.

 In fact yesterday we escaped to a ranch about 45 minutes outside of town. We like to visit the family who lives there and yesterday we left the ranch with some smoked deer meat. What a treat!
We stayed a little late though and on the drive home, which is on a dark dirt road, we got stopped at 2 very large lighted military checkpoints. The men chatted and laughed with us for awhile at both stops and then sent us on our way.  Not once did anyone ask us...........what in the heck are you doing out here, in the dark, in the middle of nowhere.

Okay, off to stain a few more tiles.
Que le vaya bien!
Linda Lou

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Taking Down a Perfectly Good Roof

Hola, Feliz Navidad and Feliz Ano Nuevo.
Some stuff is happening here and you will see it in the photos below.

The roof has come down on the old fake kitchen and now a portion of the wall has also come down. And the bathroom that was attached has been removed.

 If you remember, all of this will be one large open room for the living room, kitchen and dining room.

The workers think we are big could sleep fifty people in that one big room.......what's wrong with the roof, it's a perfectly good roof.....this wall, it is not very old.......why do you want to take it down...............we will take the roof with us then.

and so they did........they took the roof with them, in pieces of course, but, it was a perfectly good roof,and  it is very good that it will not go to waste.
hasta pronto...............linda lou

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Down She Comes

 They say pictures are worth a thousand words.
 I have too much polvo (dust) in my throat to say anything.
 So, go for it. Gracias, adios................Linda Lou

Saturday, December 13, 2014

A Dead Man in the Arroyo

 Buenas tardes.

I still go for a walk each day, as early as possible. Usually I leave the house by 5:15. Yes, it is still very dark, the Big dipper is still spilling stars into the northern sky and only a few roosters are crowing.

Because it is so dark, I no longer walk out the highway to the arches. I stay close to town, on the streets or in the arroyo.

On Thursday, I saw a man laying in the dirt, under the walking bridge near the road that leads from the Alameda to the La Capilla barrio. He was very still. I knew he was dead.

Dawn was breaking and a policeman came walking toward me. He saw the man and used his cell phone to call for help and he said........muerte (dead).

I've seen dead people before, but they have always been in a coffin. And I was somehow prepared to see them. But I had a lot of sadness when I saw this man. He was very very old and very dark skinned and wrinkled. His arm was folded beneath his head and his knees were curled up toward his chest.
He looked like he had just laid down for a brief nap. Instead it became a very long nap.

So, I thought about this all day Thursday and then, I thought about it all day Friday. I thought about how lonely and sad he looked. Then I thought about it all night Friday and this morning I left the house around 5am. On the way down my street I picked several bunches of bouganvillea and I walked to the Alameda.

There were 4 policia at the Alameda, standing around, joking and laughing. I asked them if they knew about the old man who died in the arroyo Thursday and they said they did not.
 I asked them where old people like that get buried, people who might just lie down for a nap and not wake up, old men like that who might not have any family.

The policia said they get put in the Panteon. For a fact I know it cost money to be buried in the Panteon and there is hardly any room in the Panteon. I said................are you sure..........who pays for his grave............who pays for the diggers.
 One of the Policia said something I didn't understand, another shook his head and agreed and one se. (I don't know).

I told them thanks and that I was going to go put my bouganvillea in the dirt where he died.
So I walked on across the cobblestone callejon that leads to the arroyo.

I knelt down in the dirt right where I had seen the old man. I stuck the ends of my flowers into the dirt.

Hola....................I looked up and one of the policia was standing there.....hola, he said again..........Triste, he said................Si, I answered. I was getting teary by now.
He just stood there, towering over me and I wasn't sure what I should do next. I looked out into the arroyo and my palms started to sweat.

Hmmm, puede usted hablar un palabras en espanol para el hombre.................can you say some words in Spanish for the man, I asked him.

 I was thinking maybe he could just stand there and say Vaya con Dios because trust me, the last thing I would ask for is to be seen with a cop, at 5am in the morning, in the dark, in the arroyo underneath a bridge.

 Lots of people use that callejon that time of the morning. I was a wreck when he said, Si and he knelt down beside me. And while I could not count the minutes I was worried I was going to get a 30 minute mass.

He did say a lot of words and I listened but kept sneaking my eyes to the callejon hoping no one would see us.

Finally he did say....................Vaya con Dios..................... and I said Vaya con Dios and then I said gracias to him and we both turned and went our separate ways.

I went further down the arroyo but when I turned around once I saw 4 figures standing there. My guess is they were the policia who knelt beside me and the other 3 policia from the Alameda, the other 3 having come to see what the 1st was up to.

So it was an emotional event in more ways than one.

 Of course, the death of the old man and my wanting to share something with him because I was so sure he was all alone was the heaviest emotion.

But there were also emotions so deep they made me shake, the fear of being seen under the bridge like that.
While what we shared was innocent and spiritual who could possibly know what the policia and I were sharing? What did they think if they saw me with him there in the dark?

I suppose I could say we were saying mass for a dead man.......................but people create their own versions of stories, especially when it is told by you.................okay, then where's the body......................why did policia give the rites....................where was the do you even know he was dead, there's no body...............whose yard did you take those flowers from......................

Walking in the arroyo I started to shake and couldn't stop. Then for some reason I got real scared and I started running. I ran all the way home and tripped on a tope. Then I hurt my knee. And tomorrow I think I will just stay in bed...
Linda Lou

Friday, December 12, 2014

Dia de la Virgen de Guadalupe

I hope the link will work for you when you click on it. If not, try and go back to the December 12, 2008, post. This particular day of celebration, in December of 2008, came on the heels of Hurricane Norbert and many festivities were canceled or minimized. But this is a religious celebration that could not be diminished, even after the deaths and destruction Norbert left behind.

The reason I am sharing this with you is today is the celebration of Our Virgen de Guadalupe. It is one of the biggest religious celebrations in Mexico. It is a very big celebration here in Alamos. The fireworks have been going off slowly for a few days, but there were some terrifically loud ones last night over Loma Guadalupe Hill. They lit the sky with their powerful orange sparks.

Here is a brief history.  Our Lady of Guadalupe is the Virgin Mary.
 According to the Catholic religion, on the morning of December 9, 1531, the Saint Juan Diego saw an apparition of a maiden on the Hill of Tepeyac in the village of Guadalupe. The apparition spoke to Juan Diego in her native Nahuatahl language, and asked that a church be built at that site in her honor.  Juan Diego recognized the maiden as the Virgin Mary. He then recounted the events to the Archbishop of Mexico City who told Diego to return to Tepeyac Hill. He was to ask the maiden for a sign to prove her identity. The first sign was the Virgin healing Juan's uncle. The Virgin then told Juan Diego to gather flowers from the top of Tepeyac Hill, where he found Castilian roses, not native to Mexico, blooming in December on the normally barren hilltop. The Virgin arranged the flowers in his tilma or cloak, and when Juan Diego opened his cloak before the Archbishop on December 12, the flowers fell to the floor, and on the fabric was the image of the Virgin of Guadalupe.

Senor and I have been honored to attend a number of celebrations on this day in the past. We have been to a ranch where the Priest blessed the animals. We have been to homes where the Priest blessed the household.

The post I am including is one of the most memorable that we were invited to. Our invitation, to a former Mayor's celebration on the outskirts of town, was extended to us by Louisa and Teresa, whom I had been working with at DIF, in the aftermath of Hurricane Norbert.

The fireworks at the Mayor's ranch were something we will most likely not see again because this kind of invitation only happens once in a lifetime, I think.
 The burning castille, the fireworks zipline, the Mayo deer dance, the entertainment and food were all spectacular.
I hope you'll enjoy reading this again, or for the first time, as much as we enjoy our memories.
Feliz Dia de Virgen de Guadalupe!
Linda Lou