Archive for August, 2012

Hallway moments of our lives…

 How many times have you closed one door and waited for the other door to open?

I have heard it said to me that sometimes the hardest times in our lives are the hallway times.

Those are the times in our lives where we don’t quite no which direction to turn to.

The darkest times in my life have been those times of waiting.

Waiting is not something I do well, I wish I could be more patient…but I love life in the fast lane.

A well-lived life probably has many hallway moments…I am learning to appreciate all of my life, even the

times when the lights are out and I am fumbling and searching for the elusive door that I just can’t seem to find.

Today in your writing write about some of your hallway experiences…what did you learn?

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Gracie, an amazing dog!

  A few days ago I got the message that Gracie passed away…

Courtney and I met Gracie a little over 4 years ago when we first moved to the desert.  She was one of the sweetest dogs I have ever known.  It was quite the site to see Courtney and Gracie together.  They would often snuggle together on the couch.

It is hard to lose our four legged friends. 

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Mondays with Melitas – August 27, 2012

SOME KID DAYS OF THE WARDEN                       AUGUST 27,  2012


It appears the Warden had a childhood full of chores (grinding the corn for one,) fisticuffs, squabbling, tugs-of-war, being bullied by 2 brothers, one older, and one a few years younger.  There was also another brother, but he was 8 years younger so was not around when the 3 siblings were “going at it.”   The family lived over in eastern Arizona, the town was Morenci, and the people there worked in the copper mine.  The mining company had built the town to house the miners.

Alba’s Dad was pure-blood Aztec, and his job at the mine was being a big shovel operator, which was a very important part of this open pit mining operation.  Her Mom was very industrious, and had a little business going out of their home.  She made fresh corn tortillas to sell to the townspeople, and there were a few other items such as  Mexican LP records, silver jewelry, Mexican curios and I would suppose anything she would get requests for, and then during the Christmas season a lot of fresh masa was sold to the families to make their traditional tamales.  I’m  mentioning  all this because I can’t figure out when the 3 kids had a chance to get into trouble because according to the Warden, her Mom had them working, working, working;  grinding the corn,  grinding the corn.

Señor Xóchihua, the father in this little family had added on an area at the side of the home at the behest of Mom for her little enterprise.  The living room remained their private area.

When the Warden was 4 or 5 years old, she loved to collect rocks — all colors, shapes, sizes — she just loved them, and had quite a collection.  I can imagine there were plenty of rocks to be found in that mountainous, desert area, and in a kid’s eyes they were beautiful.

So now Li’l Alba has this huge collection of Morenci rocks, and they are very precious to her.  But what to do?   Where can she keep them so the devil brothers can not get to them  and do something rotten?  Where, oh where can she hide her beloved rocks?  She had to find a  hiding place, and she searched through the house to find a safe haven — searching, searching, searching — definitely NOT under her bed, and their bedroom was out,  no place in the dining room, living room was out because that was Mom’s pride and joy, always in “just so” precise order.  She finally went into Mom and Pop’s bedroom still searching, searching, searching, and spied the closet door.  She opened the door, and what did she spot right off the bat?  A bunch of shoe boxes all stacked very neatly — just what the doctor ordered to house her collection!

Mom’s shoes came out — Li’l Alba’s rocks went in.  Mom just happened to love and adore shoes, and throughout the neighborhood she was known as the “Imelda Marcos of Morenci.” — just as I am known as “Meli Marcos” with MY shoe  collection.  And that was why Mom had her little business going in order to support her love for shoes.

Now, a few days later, when Lupe (Mom) went into her closet to find a nice pair of shoes for church, you could hear the screaming all over that mountain side when she discovered UGALY DIRTY ROCKS in the boxes, and her  adored beautiful shoes were stuck around on the floor.  Later, it turned out the natives had thought all this racket had been the  warning horn and  there was an emergency at the mine site.

Just imagine what took place then.  The culprit had to come forward, and then had to take her medicine. Yes, the Li’l Aztec Princess got her licking, then was assigned to the grinding the corn department for what seemed to be ETERNITY.  I do not know what happened to the amazing, beloved rock collection.

Maybe I’ll ask the Warden one of these days.



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 What a great thing for us to remember!  I love the journey that I am on!

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Courtney and the Cat

 My dog Courtney has always loved cats.  The problem is they don’t like her!  Since she has gone blind she now can sniff and try to find them, but can no longer see them.  She now uses her sense of smell to help her navigate her surroundings.

What in your life do you no longer have that you now have to rely on your other senses to help you out?  As we get older you may not feel as steady on your feet or your hearing may be going.  Maybe in your writing life you find it hard to print so you move on to the computer.

Many lessons I have learned from my dog and one of them is that even though she doesn’t have the use of her eyes to navigate she can  follow her nose and still get around.

I hope that I can remember that when things get taken away to move forward and keep going!

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