February 14, 2010
lunch, and we had a brief conversation about life in SMA.
Now, as you may or may not know, the ex-pat population in
SMA is mostly retirees–it’s fairly unusual to meet someone
younger than 55–I sometimes describe SMA as summer camp for
grown-ups. It is more recreational hobbyist, than serious artist.
And it came to me, that like most small towns, SMA does not have an “it”.
The town is charming, there are many places to shop and stroll and eat–there is a good amount of cultural activity–but there is no one thing that defines SMA. For example, Aspen is defined by skiing, and everything grows around that. Marfa is around art and light…Berkeley starts with the University.
So, then, what can we do?
And it seemed to me, the idea of having a sort of Ragdale or Chattauqua retreat environment would be the optimum–at least for me.
Any thoughts–or anyone interested in joining forces to make that happen?
October 16, 2009
This morning (for the third time) we found this denizen of our lily pond leisurely stroking his way in the swimming pool
How he (or she–how does one tell?) manages in the stealth of night to hop out of the pond and infiltrate the swimming pool, despite its cover, is a mystery none of us can fathom.
Of course, we all understand that the frog is looking for a bigger arena to practice–but we think the normal (human) occupants of the pool may be upset by the presence of an alien life form.
If, however, we find the frog in the pool one more time–I vote to let it stay.
October 7, 2009
October 6, 2009
In my last post, I resigned myself to the abandonment of a fabulous shipment from India…because of Mexico’s incredibly convoluted and protectionist and esoteric import restrictions.
However, at the same time I, with the help of my ever- tactful manager, was negotiating for my other (equally fabulous) shipment from India which was stalled in Veracruz.
And, will wonders never cease, it has finally cleared customs, and will be wending its way to me….it only took 6 months and various dubious practices…
Amongst the treasures that are not for sale are two saris….that I couldn’t resist buying (despite my beloved brother’s fervent cri de coeur that he hoped I wasn’t going to turn into one of those idiotic western women who go around swathed in a sari with a bindi…(actually, that had been my plan…)).
Anyway, I can’t wait!
September 15, 2009
As you may know, you can apply for social security benefits three months before your birthday.
I was born in the 12th month of the year (December), so I called the U.S. embassy in Mexico in September (the 9th month).
The woman I spoke to at the embassy told me that I was applying a month early–because it was 4 months until my eligibility.
I am sending her a calculator.
September 5, 2009
When I was in India in December I went to my favorite antique dealer,
Crafters in Kochi and bought some wonderful things that I ordered shipped to Mexico (with the plan that I would sell them in the store in Shanti).
Well, they finally arrived in Manzanillo, and after a lot of paperwork, I finally found a broker, and after a lot of back and forth, they quoted a sum of $7000 to do the work to release the shipment. And I don’t have it. And they won’t take a partial payment or a credit card.
So after many sleepless nights, I realized I’ll just have to abandon my shipment.
As the Buddha said, “wanting what you cannot have creates unhappiness.”
So I no longer care (well, maybe just a tad). And I can sleep.
August 15, 2009
I went back to Chicago for a wedding last weekend; the first time I’ve been back since I moved to Mexico.
And I missed Mexico every moment. And when I got back here, Christobal suggested that perhaps I’d like to keep the baby foal when he’s old enough to be parted from his mom, because I might like to raise horses.
And you know, I might. And if I do, I’ll name him Vishnu.