Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Grateful for an amazing lady...happy 99th birthday Aunt Dot



Today would have been my Aunt Dot's (Dorothy) 99th birthday on earth.  Since I think in Heaven you get to choose any age you want to be, I'll toast her here with 99.  She was an amazing lady and a rock in my life.

She was, if I remember right, 15 years older than my mom, number 3 in the line of 4 kids.  I remember...

...she crocheted afghans for people in nursing homes and I have about half a dozen she did for me and my parents.

...she lived all of her life in the same house she was born in.

...she never married, grandma told suitors not to bother with her because her girls/daughters would never leave her alone (my mother obviously left and married...)
BUT I found out years into adulthood that she had a boyfriend she'd had for decades...a married man who lived about an hour away.  No one but her closest friend knew all of the details of that relationship.

...she loved to garden and kept the most beautiful garden that my grandmother had started.  Springtime we'd share information on what we were planting and where.  We loved the same plants and flowers and she kept my grandmother's iris garden going until she died and my mother sold her house.

...we made homemade caramels together in the fall and she made applesauce from scratch along with jellies, jams, pickled all-sorts-of-things, best custard pie in the world and many other things to numerous to list here but...
She was a GREAT cook and made Christmas cookies to DIE for!

...she was "old school" and got her hair done every Saturday morning, standing appointment.  She did her nails every Sunday night.

...she traveled the world, so many places.  Some with my family, some with other female gal pals.

...she worked for the same state agency for over 55 years...I have the clock from her 55th anniversary award ceremony on my desk.  I know she worked beyond that, I can't remember how long.

...she loved Christmas and when I lived near home we'd help her decorate.  She delighted in hosting Christmas Eve dinner and opening gifts at her house and then going to church and spending the night with us to have Christmas morning breakfast.

...at Thanksgiving we'd give her the turkey carcass to clean off for leftover turkey to be eaten.  You have never seen bones picked so clean as when Aunt Dot got hold of that bird!  To this day, the hubs will tell me to "do an Aunt Dot on that piece of meat" when he wants it stripped.

...she was the woman I told things to, poured my heart to and I knew she would never judge me.  My rock.

...she was the one who bought me the pretty, girly things and painted my nails and braided my hair.  My mother was not a girly girl and didn't care about lace and jewelry and frilly undergarments.  Aunt Dot took care of those things.

...when she grew older and struggled with health issues, she never let anything weigh her down.  Her arthritis was crippling at times but she still made the afghans and still rode her exercise bike every single day.

...sitting in her kitchen with the smells of baking or on the back porch listening to the birds could send your heart to the moon.

...she was one classy dresser...always dressed up and didn't own jeans until she was in her 70s.

...in her 70s she went to the car dealership and bought herself a snazzy new Monte Carlo to drive.  I teased her about being a racy old broad...she loved it.

...she was so proud of me <3  And she let me know it.

...a few months before she died, we took our 2 pups to see her and spend some time one afternoon.  I asked her how she felt.  She said that if God took her tomorrow she'd be just fine because she had had such a great life.  NOT...gee I wish I had married or had kids or had more money or...  She knew she was blessed and said so.

...she had an easy laugh and it was a heartfelt one...when she laughed you knew her soul was happy.

...she cried easily...her heart would feel deeply and she would cry at movies, books she was reading, something she saw that pulled her heart.  She had the biggest and kindest heart.

...there were times I think she quite simply saved me from myself <3

Happy Heavenly (and earthly) 99th birthday Aunt Dot.  I know you're here, I know you still watch over me with love.  I miss you so much, you were an amazing blessing in my life and so many others.  Next year is the big one--100--we'll really celebrate then.  Until then,

I love you!



Thursday, January 11, 2018

this place...

I sit at 36.000 feet post lunch and two bloodies :)  On our way to paradise.  Where we rest, where we laugh, where we reconnect, refresh and rehabilitate...

We have been going to Cozumel at least twice a year for 23 years.  Mostly in January and March because as a professor of sorts at two universities I could really only vacation at J-term and spring break.  Well, I could go in summer but summers are so lovely where we live that escape to an island was better set in bitter winters.

We started in a small, one-room cabin on the beach in 1995 for our honeymoon.  Small fridge, no TV or phone, porch with a hammock and friends nearby and a beach immediately off the porch that was the perfect setting for sunset and short steps into the water.  At sunset all of the cabin folks, there were 9 cabins, would gather in a group on the beach and watch as the sun slipped beneath the water and we would all shout in salute "ADIOS MEESTER SUN!"  To this day two of those couples are still dear friends and a big part of our lives though we only see them maybe once a year.

When hurricane Wilma wiped out our little cabana in 2005, we floated to friends' house a couple of trips and then found a place where the cabana pals stayed that was a studio apartment half a block from the water for sunset and 4 blocks from walking to the square for evening meals and bebidas.  It was once again a little piece of heaven and we were soon to discover and fall in love with new family members who owned establishments nearby...Patti, Angie and husband Matt, Willy, Monse and Rasta Mama Patricia and Papi William.  Soon we would adopt Gisela and partner Melita as our familia as well.  And the list goes well beyond this... too many loves to name on one page.

This place...  This place of our loves and rest and peace.  This place of laughter and our familia letting us ride on their float for Carnaval.  This beautiful place of our pal who owns a beach club where we sit and snooze and snorkel and read our books and drink beer and catch up.  This place where the last 3 of our beloved puppies have come from.  This place of our friend Martin's "Mexican limonade" and Rasta Mama's chicken nachos.  This place of quiet in the heart.  Of our time where we feel sun on our faces to warm our souls, Sunday family nights in the square dancing to our friend  Eva who sings in the salsa band and where the beloved local people ask you to dance with them in celebration of another beautiful day...

This place of boat trips with Jenny and Greg and pals to a place named Cielo...Heaven in Spanish...where as we ride the waves in the boat out to float in the turquoise waters, a ray flies out of the water next to the boat beside us.  Dolphins leap in the waters off shore late afternoon, sometimes telling of weather changes to come.

This place of fish on our plate, simmered in garlic...he was swimming this morning.  And he is delicious for dinner.  Of our friend Miguel who we met 23 years ago and has graciously invited us to his home to celebrate his son's birthday.  Of breakfast at Addy's and buying talavera to take home that her husband sits there and paints by hand.

This paradise where we fed the birds at Cabana Ocho so many, many trips before Wilma took it away from us.  Where we drive to the wild side of the island...no one lives there, no electricity, just beach bars and surf.  We stay for a bit until the wind is enough and we want the calmer waters and a cold cerveza.  Where our amiga Margarita always has our little VW convertible waiting for us to take for the trip...

Where the hubs walks to the little bodega, turned grocery, now turned full-blown convenience store to buy my "Mexican eggs" that the hen laid this morning and he walks home with in a little plastic bag to fix my breakfast each morning.

Where in our new digs at the Hacienda San Miguel, we sit on our patio and join other residents to walk to the sea wall with our cocktails or beer and watch Meester Sun fall to sleep for another day.  Where the music drifts onto the patio at night from the restaurant in the next block with our beloved salsa music and the hubs will announce "this is my favorite song..." indicating how happy he is to hear it again and for us to be back.

We have traveled a good many places in the world in our 25 years together, we are blessed indeed.  But coming to this place is our heart, where we have familia, where our fur familia has come from, where we rest when we seem to need it the most.  Where we float in the water, feed the fish as we snorkel and read several books as we find peace.

Here's to this adventure to this place where we find love and our hearts...we are so blessed to have these people, this place, these experiences...heaven...Cielo...

We'll be welcomed home again soon...where we will hear and know...bienvenido a casa mis amigos...Welcome home my friends...

Traditions...first night dinner Casa Denis with Martin, Juan Carlos, Leonardo and Balthazar. Nightcaps at Ohana with Matt and Angie where I'm told I happily can be guest bartender (girl, you know your way around, you can get your own beer!) Where we dance in the square on Sunday once again...There are so many traditions...it's part of the homecoming. Part of the joy, part of the peace, part of the rehabilitation of the heart and soul of hard work and crazy lives.

We are 54 minutes from landing...Jenny is picking us up and though she lives near in the states, we have not seen her since last March, I am excited to see her and have a beer after we dump bags in the apartment. Excited for puesta del sol (sunset) and dinner at Denis. I love our lives at home, but this place...I miss it and yearn for it at this time of year especially. Not much longer...

Here we come MEESTER SUN, to read books in your warmth, to salute you at night, to spend time with friends on the playa...

Coming home of sorts...We are so grateful and so love THIS PLACE...

And as I sit on our patio with coffee and the birds singing this first morning I am grateful for Jenny AND Greg meeting us at the airport to take us to the hacienda complete with cold welcoming cervezas...joining us for first margaritas next to the water watching sunset at our amiga Patita's place, a spectacular sunset with friends and a sigh ... taking in the warmth, the love, the laughter, the arms around us to come back to.  For our friends at Casa Denis at dinner last night...we find out Martin is an abuelo now (grandpa...) and coming into the apartment to find a beautiful floral arrangement, wine, and snacks welcoming us back home.

I am so grateful for this place...and all of the people here and connected to here...too many come to mind, I hope they know they are loved when they read this because I will not remember all of the ones to mention.

Thank you God for our blessings that include this place and its people <3