BUENAS DIAS!
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Did you think we left town?
Believe it or not we have been right here in Alamos, still working on the casa.
YEAR ELEVEN.
Everything is going very good.
No, the casa is still not finished, but we are getting down to the last 2 rooms.
Why aren't we finished?
Why has it taken eleven years?
I think you know the answer.
Senor likes to do too much himself.
Yes, I can still put up with it.
Right now we are taking a break from the casa and building me a glass working shop.
How about that!
It is very exciting.
I am cutting glass on the portal now and have been there for about five years.
If you recall, before that I was in many different locations, including the yard one summer.
Each time we entertain I have to pick it all up and move it.
It is so frustrating, so when I move into the shop/studio, I can leave out all of my projects and I can be as messy as I wanna be.
Thrilling!
I know you want to see photos of the casa.
Not today!
I have a story to tell you.
Interesting things always happen to me, well, I think they are interesting.
But this one especially has me wondering.
When I was on my walk the other morning I found half a bead.
I am surprised I even saw it.
You can see in the photo, it is very tiny, pale blue in color.
I know why I chose to pick it up.
My father picked up all kinds of things in the streets when we four kids were growing up.
He had a name for it.
Shepherding.
We each had a big stick and we walked around the streets, and in the fields and along the railroad tracks and ditches, and we looked for stuff.
My father was a well educated man, head of the history department at a college, well loved by his students and faculty, a musician, and an artist among many other talents.
And he was a huge shepherder.
Most of our treasures ended up in our home, on shelves, or in the yard, or once, when my sister found a baby doll, in loving arms.
To this day, when I take my early morning walk I am shepherding. I no longer carry a stick and I don't actively look for things, but when something catches my eye, into a pocket it will go.
So, the blue bead went into my pocket and I continued walking.
Below are a few of the things I have found on my walks. Starbucks stickers here in Alamos! The edge of a burned 50 peso note! A chuckie cheese token! A marble! Lots of pellet gun balls. And these are only a few of the things. I have quite a collection. This batch I keep in the German mug you can see in the photo below. My parents bought it in Berlin when they took me to get my passport.
After finding the bead, I continued walking for about half an hour more, through the arroyo, past the Alameda and the Plaza, and near the old original Black Cat Market, which was the first food mercado in Alamos many, many years ago, something in the street caught my eye. I walked over to it and picked it up.  |
| It was the other half of the bead. On the complete opposite side of town. It was barely visible in a crack in the concrete, but I saw it. Or maybe it saw me. It matched the other half exactly. Now what is the significance of that? okay, gotta run, Semana Santa, whoowheee, lots of people in town and I want to go buy shrimp soup for dinner before all the tourists eat it up. Que le vaya bien! Linda Lou |
