SOME KIND OF LADY

MY LADY DOGGIE   RIP Sunday July 18th 2010.
A farewell to my faithful and most lovable dog, we will love you, and remember you forever. I am so sad for your death, maybe one day we will get used to your absence, but your memory will always be with us. Good bye to my precious furry thing

SOMEWHERE IN TIME a memory rests.

Lago de coatepeque, El Salvador Central America

The rooster sang 5:00 AM

Children up and ready for the walk

The mother makes tamales for the trip

The father caught fish to exchange for milk

In the shallow part of the lake, the children bathe, and swim

COUNTRY MEETS CITY

 

My first harvest of apricots was very much enjoyed, after sharing some with my neighbors and friends, I tried my first recipe of apricot cobbler.
Filling
1 lb. of fresh apricots, halved
Topping
1 cup flour
1 cup of sugar
1/4 cup margarine
1 egg
1/2 tsp. salt
2 tsp. baking powder
preheat oven at 350 degrees.

Mix all dry ingredients, add solid margarine, cut it with a knife until it become crumbles, then add the egg and mix it to make a soft batter.

using pam oil a 9x13 glass dish, arrange halved apricots inside up, and spoon batter to

to cover the fruit.

 

Bake for 35 to 40 minutes until golden brown.

Let cool completely.

ENJOY!

WHEN BAD IS GOOD

                                                   

Many things have change in the last four years, not all bad, not all good. I cook smaller portions now, so I don’t have leftovers that sooner or later will go to the garbage. I recycle all my cans and bottles and sell them, also I recycle all glass, paper and tins for the City. I have become closer to God, I found out it wasn’t him who had forgotten me, but it was me walking too fast on my own. I learned to take the passenger seat in this trip called life, not matter what I do today tomorrow was already written for me before I was born.

Ephesians 1:4 “For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight".

I never pay regular price for anything; there is always a sale somewhere. I noticed that most people have flat screen TV;s, I will change my oldie when it breaks, so far it still working. I don’t use paper napkins, I bought a whole bunch of pretty linen napkins for a quarter each, it costs less to wash them. In the summer I lower my water heater to warm , I save in the gas bill. In clothing, I am buying more colors so I don’t have to use hot water when washing.
Instead of inviting people to restaurants, we do pot lucks at home. Not matter how difficult time we are all having, there is always good news to share or concentrate in the universe, and start a conversation about anything that we find amazing in it.
Matthew 6:25-27 25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?”

Our financial problems started in 2007, continued to the present , I immediately started looking for solutions, cutting down on unnecessary expenses, stopped going to the theater, on long trips we always carry an ice chest, and avoid buying drinks and water at gas stations mini markets. We planned trips many months ahead and use a piggy bank for expenses while away from home.
In these four years I have learn to be patient, to keep in mind that sooner or later everything passes, to stay in good spirits not matter what, and to give, give, and give. Along with other things my husband gives away the first and best fruits of our trees we have in our yard, we make bags of our wonderful golden delicious green apples, and share them with our neighbors, we give away the first best sweet and juicy apricots. The smile on people faces when we give is priceless, that leaves us with a feeling of good deeds accomplished that lasts in our hearts forever.
Galatians 5:22 “But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness”.

If after all I still want to think about things, I do it while walking, never seating down where depression can hit me at any time.

BLESS YOU

I can only bless you whenever I hear your voice in anguish,

when you accuse, when you lie and invent.

When you hurt, when you suffer.

The blood, life, genes, a mother’s lap

it’s all the same, yet

not life is worth it when serve us nothing,

but ties that bind and accept rejection

Bless you, blood that plays hide and seek.

I find you, you find me, I embrace you and you go.

Bless you, life that ridicule, fill me and run away.

how can you live accepting and denying.

Neglecting love and wishing.

Claiming welfare and longing.

Receiving goodness and forgetting.

And where everything seems safe

in the intimacy of the inner self

you slowly return to reality

to distribute drops of inconformity

Bless you because someone understands you

Because reading in between the lines is an art

Because the pain is filtered and hurts the clown

when he looks in the mirror, and learns that the makeup runs.

Sooner or later, to all

we must be accountable

The responsible pays and follow the path

The other one regrets to have lived his journey

As I said before, reading in between the lines is an art

So I love you, and so I leave you

I need to be alone for now

To protect the self that never learns.

Bless you.

LaMore.

MISS ME NOT

She is the best invention, the eternal embrace, the warmth in my winters

the splendor of dawn,

she is the kiss of a rose.

I painted her smile, that's what she said.

she wipes my anxiety, that's what I said.

the journey is endless; the danger awaits its prey,

and I pray for her safety day after day.

My heart is the place where I keep her memories,

the songs of angels so sweet to my ears.

I washed her mistakes with my tears,

and healed her wounds with my love.

Lazily time passes as I embroider the lace

that will adorn her wedding dress.

Her unborn children play in the patio

while grandmother sings lullabies.

Blessed is the night when I dream about myself

crossing the bridge of her eyebrows

to peak a bright smile swinging in the arc of her lips.

A PERSONAL INVITATION

Life is the greatest school, I listed my priorities in wrong order, blew the candles before my birthday, I was a mother before I became a woman. I grew up with my children, and learned with them, and I was a mother, a good mother.

Maybe I act like a schoolgirl, or appear to be a bohemian, these things are normally lived at young age, as people call this fragment of life “First milestones”. The next twenty or some years following, my daily routine was this: Make breakfast, sending children to school, go to work. In the afternoon I picked up children from school, make dinner, put a wash load, and then put it to dry. Although the washing machine is the independence of women from hand washing, it just takes as much time sorting away colors, put the clothes in the machine, get it out to dry, then remove it again, fold and store). In this busy routine I had to find time to make appointments to the doctor, dentist, go to the market (more often than I would have liked), make phone calls to loved ones, order cakes, because when there is a large family, there are birthday parties every month. Finally at nightfall I cleaned my house and scrubbed the kitchen floor by hands and knees. Practically, that was my duty as a mother, but wife duties? That’s another roll that I don’t dare to explain.

As my mother used to say, "There is not evil that lasts one hundred years, or body that could out live it”, between school and baseball games, the children were maturing as apples off the tree, like birds they feathered, with large and strong wings to fly high.

Books have always being my predilection, although my reading time was minimal, I always kept the newly acquired in the bathroom. I was juggling with time; I was a mother, wife, student and worker, all at once. I went to college at night. I enjoyed the recess because it made me felt like a single person.

I am at the third age (between forty and sixty). For many women who did not mixed up the order of their priorities, who studied a career before marrying, or being mothers, maybe they don’t have grandchildren yet, nor do I imply that what I did was right, or that I missed to live my best years, or that I put my life on hold. I wasn’t born to be a martyr, I always knew that there was a force within me that prompted me to do anything I set out to, and did it well. Time was my best friend; I took advantage of it every minute. After all of those stressful years, I accept with the utmost sincerity, I feel old, but that old age which mates with antiques; while maintaining its originality and nature, their value increases every day. Only the well-traveled life can give you that taste of satisfaction to remember, as if you were eating the most exquisite dessert.

Today, my house is still full of books, if I want to, I can read three hundred pages from six in the morning to six in the evening, and not one prevents me from doing it.
Today I have time to observe that little creature that carries a leaf on its back to feed in the winter, and like the ant, without haste, I follow her with my eyesight until it disappears into its burrow.

Today, my gaze is lost in the horizon, and is now when I realize that even in the bustle of daily living; I can find peace in the silence. Today I know there is not tomorrow, because every day at dawn awakening, tomorrow becomes today.

Today I rather have a year full of small satisfactions than having a life of regrets. Maybe I act like a schoolgirl, or might appear to be a bohemian, ha! I invite you to grow old.

LaMore.