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Patience
Nov 19th, 2009 by Les

“A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains.”  Dutch Proverb

Since I’ve never been burdened with a bushel (or any other measurement) of brains, I use my patience often.

As you’ve heard me lament many times already, our furniture and belongings have not yet arrived.  However, our patience has supposedly paid off.

They tell us our furniture has made it to Ajijic.  They tell us this, though I have no proof except for two phone calls David has had with our movers over the course of the last few hours.

We received a message, after an email inquiry I made yesterday, that our belongings had arrived and we needed to contact the movers for delivery.  David called immediately and was asked, when would he like to take delivery?  His response, how about now was greeted with, how about Monday.

Okay, we can make it through one more weekend.  I’m wondering if it would be possible to go and visit our stuff?  You know maybe pull out a few hundred things we are dying to get our hands on?  Perhaps, gaze upon a few items that hold special meaning – like, maybe, our toaster.   I guess that isn’t going to happen as they are still in their crates.

Life is full of ups and downs, a few steps forward and ten steps back.  For now, we march as one into the weekend knowing – though we have sustained yet another slow leak in our air mattress, our time is near its end and we will simply bound joyously into four more days of adventures in sleeping.

Pass the bottle of sleeping pills; I think I’m ready for a quick nap before the bed hits the floor!

(The pictures accompanying this post are a view of our blow up mattress and of Lumpel-Still-Skin – our cat – sequestered within said blow up mattress.)

The Blow UP

The Blow UP

Lumpel Still Skin

Lumpel Still Skin

Mirages
Nov 14th, 2009 by Les

To make a goal of comfort or happiness has never appealed to me; a system of ethics built on this basis would be sufficient only for a herd of cattle.”  Albert Einstein

I think I saw my first mirage today.  It was a large, comfy, throw-yourself-into-it chair where you could pull your legs under you, sit back, and read a good book.  I’m pretty sure it was a mirage, since it wasn’t anywhere in our house.

I’ve also found myself dreaming of drawers.  Drawers, you say?  Yes, you know those things you put your stuff in…or not.  Places with handles that roll in and out of larger places with more handles – well you get my drift.

Every once in a while a bed seems to drift into the dream.  It is elusive but seems to remain firmly in place, no leaks, no movement as though you are in a canoe and the slightest actions causes mega reactions.  The bed flits just out of my reach all the while grinning woodenly like that guy who used to host The Price is Right – just something unnatural about that grin.

This leads to night time terrors – what if our furniture is lost.  It was last spotted, according to our agent, in Laredo, but that was last Friday.  This is a high desert area – not much water – is it wondering this parched land looking for a home, a place to set itself down.  Does it know we miss it and are willing to send out tracking dogs, if necessary, to bring it home?Peter Petrie Egg Seperator

What about my stuff.  It might be just stuff, but I’ve grown attached to it.  It might even be odd – come on, doesn’t everyone love their Peter Petrie Egg Separator?  Picture all of these oddities lost, having no place to settle and not even speaking the language.

I’ve taken to looking at the TV schedules online and keeping track of the programs I’m missing.  Neither David nor I watch a lot of TV but there are programs of a great intellectual content, like Big Bang Theory, that we enjoy.  I think I’m going through withdrawal as I’m constantly looking for the “clicker” in my dreams.  The only comforting thing about this illusion is that it always ends up next to David!

Cows, smwows…I need my stuff!

Lost in Transit Comes to Mind
Nov 12th, 2009 by Les

George Carlin said: “Some national parks have long waiting lists for camping reservations.  When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong.”

We are in waiting mode.  In some ways we’ve gotten used to waiting.  I’m not going to exgerate – there has been some impatience on my part.  David has been much more stoic then I.

Doorway _ Music Notes 10 09

For instance, we are certainly waiting in a lovely setting.  Bright sunshine every day.  Gentle breezes day time and night time.

We went out to eat the other night.  Both of us have enjoyed a bistro call “60’s in Paradise” (the picture is of the entrance door to this establishment).  It actually has a more 50’s look- what with Elvis, James Dean, Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe gracing the walls or meeting us at the door in the form of a large cardboard cutout – I’ll let you guess which of these icons translates best as a cardboard cutout.

Walking in is fun.  Reading the menu is fun.  Talking with the cute and always cheerful waitress dressed in car hop attire (those of you who don’t know what this is are missing out on all the fun), or listening to the 50’s and 60’s rock and roll pumped in continuously throughout our meal makes our toes tap and our minds wonder.  However, the other night when we arrived with appetites in order it was closed.  We waited until the next day and went again only to find out the hours had changed and someone kept taking the posted signs.  Our waiting paid off.

Any whoo, that type of waiting is okay.  Now don’t get me wrong, we aren’t exactly waiting for a spot to lie down our bed sacks next to a tree.  Heavens no!  We have all the luxury of our blow up mattress to keep us company.  I will say sleeping on a blow up mattress might have been fun in my 20’s. My son-in-law’s tongue-in-cheek comment – I didn’t know they had those things when you were young, aside, only made me laugh.

However, our blow up mattress has sprung a leak.  Could it be that our cat who we have begun to call Lumple-still-skin, because she rarely leaves the comfort of being a lump under the covers – which I dutifully straighten around her each day – has got the right idea in sending the message – sleep forever until the actual furniture gets here, might be right.

We received a message from the movers yesterday saying our possessions had made it to Laredo.  They didn’t say where they were going after that or how long it would take them to find their way to our doorstep.  But, being the optimistic sort – we believed they would follow up with an email saying they will be here by the end of the week.  No such luck.

So we continue our wait.  Blowing the mattress up several times a day and prior to bedtime might help – although by the time evening has ended and the sunrise appears (taking into account the many rooster cackles – a whole other blog) and we find our selves lying almost on the very floor we are trying to avoid, takes its toll.  Lack of sleep doesn’t help.

We greeted the prospect of another day when our furniture MIGHT appear with optimism and now, as I write this post on my slowly sinking bed, my patience is waning thin and my butt is dragging far lower then it should be as our blow up bed begins its decent into nothingness!

Lost in transit comes to mind!

Les

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