The Next Trip.

I haven't even finished unpacking from my last trip, and I promised to visit the kids for a few days. This is always an adventure, but I have a car load of stuff to take with me. There are the usual forgotten articles of clothing"matthews underware". I found these in my laundry a couple of weeks back. Then there are souvenirs from Mexico. A full tote bag of candy and T-shirts. I was out of the country 15 days so I picked up a ceiling fan that the kids have been wanting, and can't find in Canada for a reasonable price. I will haul my wet saw back in hopes that they will suddenly discover that they really do need it to install their new bathroom tile. That way I get free storage for the tool. I will not need to pack PJ's because I left a pair tucked under some blankets in their storage closet. This is a good thing, because my suitcase is filling up fast. The prospect of a few days of adoration from a 4 yr old and drools from the cutest little guy on the coast makes all the shuffling and ferrying worth it. I'm pretty sure where the next trip will be, but not sure when. I may need to do some creative last minute packing. I'd like to think I'm organized but that would be a stretch.

Altitude or Attitude.

Somewhere is cyber-space is yesterdays post. I don't know where it went but it did not post. I'm still a little loopy from my trip to Mexico City. For those who have endured the altitude, I need not explain, but many would wonder what the problem is. Trouble breathing, heart palpitations, humidity, heat and extremely great food can cause headaches and fatigue. Now that I'm home, allergies have added to the jet lag. I'm still enjoying 3 squares a day though.
Mexico city was pretty much what I expected. Insane traffic is complicated by insane drivers. The locals are very warm and friendly. They think it's funny that I truly don't understand them. After all Americans learn Spanish in school, and Canadians should too! They continue to talk to me and finally kiss and hug before feeding me. The fact that I love all their food, is a great hit with these patient people. I am taller than most of the men and that may have something to do with their tollerance. There is a wonderful rhythm in the city. The language is emotional, and the traffic never stops. I listened to extremely loud spicy music until 4:30 am, more than once while visiting my friend Elena.
During the day we shopped for cabinets at Home Depot, and planted a new garden on her roof top terrace. The views are breath-taking. The mountain air is refreshing inspite of the smog. My stay ended much too soon, but it may be a while before I jump another plane to Mexico City.

It's been a beautiful weekend. The wind is warm and the sky silky blue. My online friends are all preoccupied with other endeavors. The freshly coiffed and perfumed type are more alluring than the heart to heart required on the net to even begin to develop a relationship. I am oddly relieved that nothing serious is developing.
I went to a concert the other night that left me in tears. It was humourous and nostalgic, with about 40 white haired men in tuxedos singing the classics. The crowd melted into giggles and guffaws as the sunglass glad penguins broke into Dooby Dooby Dum before performing a fabulous rendition of You Raise Me Up. It was a great start to a very nice weekend.
Today I finally dusted off a fresh canvas that has been leaning against boxes in the front closet. It's the beginning of a series inspired by Greek 101 at Sunday school. The teacher was trying to explain past present ant perfect tense. I suddenly saw something I wanted to capture on canvas. So I have begun to paint again. I will need to get out to buy more canvas to complete the next two in the series. I promise that if my daughters can explain this program to me I may include some photos of my work. It feels good to stretch my stiff creative muscles. Tomorrow it's back to accountants and lawyers. When we get older the weekends arrive much sooner than they used to.