Saturday, November 23, 2013

You and Me and Rain on the Roof

The rains have come to the desert and they have come with force. Our little house seems to be watertight and warm so I  am bundled in reading and Monsieur is bundled in complaining about the wifi. The speed of wifi is not problematic for me unless I am paying 75 cents a minute as on the ship. Monsieur is involved in Fantasy football and hockey so he is always "setting his lineups". We are very different and have now spent 2 weeks alone together. (oxymoron).

The rain makes it a little easier to head north but I always feel sad when I have to go home. It's not just about travel:it's about possibilities, new experiences and new ideas to explore. Yesterday, I read a book The Devil's Highway by Luis Alberto Urrea. It is about the attempt by 26 Mexican men to cross the desert close to where we are living. Fourteen men died trying to cross the Arizona desert illegally in 2001. With a downturn in the economy in Vera Cruz, these men were hoping to find work in the fields so that they could feed their families. They borrowed money from the Don to fund the travel and they were left by their guide to die in the Sonora Desert.  Luis Alberto Urrea was a Pullitzer finalist in 2005 and this book although heart-wrenching was fascinating. "Reading in place" is one of my favourite travel activities.

Reading Devil's Highway made me think about my "adopted daughter" Maria in Oaxaca. The "coyotes" or guides call the emigrants "Oaxacas" because Oaxaca is such a poor state peopled by various indigenous people who often don't even speak Spanish.  I hope that Maria is teaching and making life better for the next generation of "Oaxacas"

When I get home, it will be Advent. Christmas lost its magic for me a long time ago. Christmas is for small children and we have only great-niece and nephew in our family. I don't need or want much that I don't have. I have way too much even to live comfortably. Part of travel is just getting away from my "things".

In my first two weeks back, I will have M.'s band gig, the opera, a charity auction and a Christmas party. I will worry about my daughter's job, my mother's health, my weight and my husband's late nights. I just realized a few days ago that I had not seen my dad alive for a year. Only on my computer desktop, will I ever again see his awkward smile. I'm like him, I grimace at the camera. Monsieur will sing Christmas carols at the nursing home and for the first time, his mother will not be there.

The worst part is that what I thought would be a leisurely drive, Monsieur and me together, is going to be a marathon so that we can make this gig. Tempers will flair and nerves unravel.

Perspective! Perspective! I am a very lucky woman to be able to explore as much as I do. All of these things are part of the daily life of a woman in her seventh decade. I have many dear friends and family members that I will be happy to see again!

1 comment:

  1. Please keep writing. I look forward to your posts. I appreciate your insights, book reviews and honesty, and admire your independence.

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