My fish Veracruz

This is one of my favorite dishes. And today I finally made it just the way I like it. With lots of cooked veggies and capers and green olives.

It has been raining every night but by late morning the sun is usually out. Chico has been walking with me to the pool and waiting in the yard while I swim. He seems much healthier. I thought that his extra fat and slow movement was caused by old age. It was just lack of exercise! Same with me.....
We both are getting better. Now if I don't die of the virus, I may be buying myself a few extra years of this great life.  I will never regret moving to Mexico.

Rainy night thoughts

Looks like the rainy season is here. We are having a storm right now. Thunder, lightening and lots of rain. My goal is to learn how to enjoy this season. There are too many months of it not to do that.

The corona virus is spreading. I look at the numbers of deaths in Jalisco every few days. It was over four hundred today. The police trucks come by in the evenings with their loud speakers blasting out in Spanish and English for us to stay home. Few people pay any attention to the warnings.

I couldn't stand to stay inside any longer. I was going crazy. I joined a pool that is within walking distance of my house and three days a week I walk with Chico for half an hour, swim for an hour and walk home. My entire state of mind has changed. I no longer feel like life isn't worth living. Maybe I will get the virus and I won't live as long as if I had stayed locked away but at least I will die happy.

I try not to get irritated at all the people I meet on the path who refuse to wear masks. Or else they wear them on their necks, not covering any part of their faces. I would say that well over fifty percent of the Mexicans have chosen to do that. And twenty percent of the expats. I know that masks are very uncomfortable. But so is having the virus.

Three days ago, a man on a bicycle was crossing the carretera and he was killed. I didn't see the accident. I passed the scene about an hour after it happened. I saw the mangled bike and then a body that was covered by a blanket along the side of the road. I saw a foot sticking out of the blanket. A man's foot.

The police were there and the road was blocked off. No one was paying any attention to the body. When I returned, two hours later, the body was still there, being ignored. So three hours had passed with the body there. Ignored. A sadness welled up within me. What if that were my son? Ignored in death along the side of the road.

It also put into perspective my irritation with the people not wearing their masks. Life is so tenuous! Precious! Fleeting! Gone in a moment. I must be kinder to those I pass on the path and smile under my mask, not frown because their faces aren't covered. They, or I, might not be here tomorrow.

Video

I went to a site on you tube and this video came up as the ad. It brought me to tears. If you haven't seen it yet, please do. I am not able to post the link directly. But just go  to you tube and look for Sons of New York--Jesus was a person of color. Be sure to watch the one with the video and not just the song.

Morning thoughts

I am sitting in front of my i pad with no idea of what to write. Too much is going on in the world now for me to make sense of it. Total Chaos. How to make personal sense and have peace in the midst of a world in chaos. For me, just walking out my door and down the street might mean getting a virus that would kill me. But I watch on the news, thousands of people all over the world, gathering in large groups to contest police violence. Those visuals make me feel like a coward for being afraid of just walking to the grocery store.

I have never participated in any protests. Large groups make me claustrophobic. Another reason to feel cowardly. So I sit here every day, glued to the news, wondering if I were given the opportunity to join a protest, would I do it? Unfortunately, in my heart I know the answer. No. My fear of getting the  corona virus and dying a horrible death would overshadow my courage.

So I sit here in my house, watching the brave ones out in protest. I have no words of wisdom. No solutions. Just staying alive. And sometimes I wonder, why? What am I living for if not to reach out to others?