Yesterday at the Ajijic Plaza

Yesterday at LCS

My Afternoon with Marie, Chico and Olive

This is at Marie's house

Olive found a new place to sleep. My pewter bowl.

Marie and Chico relaxing in my room.

I woke them up.

Chico decides to go back to sleep.

Now Marie is going back to sleep.  Two sleepy heads......

Morning Thoughts--Home

The Sky Above Bala's House by Carlos Valdez

I am having a hard time figuring out how to put Carlos' photos on my blog. I don't know much about computers and when something goes wrong I am in hot water. Please forgive me. Maybe in a few more posts I will have it mastered.  I love this drawing of Bela's House. Carlos must have been happy there. Bela was another name for his mother, Betty. It looks to me like heat, lights and angels are radiating off the house and in the window is a spirit. What makes a place a home? To me, it is the love that is shared in it. I feel like I have two homes now. One is here with Chico and Olive and the other is in Portland with my son and daughter-in-law. Chico and Olive are still sleeping as close to me as they can get and I am lying awake, unable to push them off because I feel so guilty for leaving them for three weeks. I understand how they feel. They need me to comfort them for awhile. I hope it doesn't last much longer because I am not sleeping with them pushed up next to my body on both sides. I guess this is the price I have to I pay for my little Portland vacation. No sleep.  I went to the globos celebration yesterday and took photos. I will put them on the blog next.

Heart of the Forest by Carlos Valdez

I am back in Mexico now. Exhausted but glad to be home again. Olive, the kitty, wouldn't let me sleep last night because she had to get in as much loving as possible. She was at my head, purring and kneading my neck from one a.m. until four a.m. I feel guilty for leaving her so long. I guess she thought I was never coming back.

I inherited my ex husband's computer art work and this time I brought all the disks home with me. I didn't have the courage to look at any of them until now, a year after his suicide. These are very dark drawings. But there is still hope if you look closely enough. I believe that he was a mystic.  A disillusioned mystic.

This drawing is the lightest one I have found so far. They have over 6000 pixels and I couldn't get them onto my site. But finally I managed to cut down the pixels. I know that makes the work not as detailed or interesting but it is the only way I could put them on and I really want to share his work with the world. (Carlos, if there is life on the other side and if you are at all interested in this, please forgive me for butchering them but was either that or nothing at all.)

What I am thinking of doing is putting one on before every Morning Thoughts. It would become a marriage of both our creative efforts and, I hope, a better marriage than the one we had in real life. (I miss you Carlos Valdez!)