Looking back

 I was talking to a friend who lives in Mexico and a feeling of nostalgia came over me. Well, as you know with me, it doesn't take much to make me feel nostalgic. 

I found these pictures of the apartment I was renting when I tried to live in Cabo San Lucas back in 2008. What if I stayed and made Cabo my home? What if I made Cabo home and I learned to speak Spanish fluently and found a rich Mexican to build me my dream Mexican home? Would that have been a good choice? Instead of buying lands in the Philippines that would take me almost 2 days to travel compared to just 3 hours across the border from Texas. Two sad words: WHAT IF!

No regrets. I have a good life now. Not good but great.

 I spent practically half a day yesterday rereading my old posts---all the way back to 2006. I just skimmed through each post and I was surprised to see how good my vocabulary was back then. I could tell I had fun too!  My creative writing teacher used to tell us: If you want to write, read! And write every day. 

Well, life or lack of it took over and I got lost in the maze of social media. But happy to say, I finally am reading good books again, and not posting everything I eat on Facebook. See? I can quit anytime. Says the addict.

Last year went back to Cabo San Lucas again and stayed the whole month of April. I love Mexico but for now I am sitting here in my crib in the woods listening to the birds. I wonder if birds get melancholic occasionally, like me. I doubt it, really.

 

Life in the woods

 The pictures are from 2 years ago. This year my garden is very discouraging to look at because my fruit trees are not producing as good as expected, I guess because of the cold blast last December which is not normal for us in the south. It's just as well, so I won't have to worry about harvesting since I'm going to Canada in 3 weeks. 

It's all about passion3

Amazing Japanese bakery in the mountains! Bread of life living with nature!

Because life is not hard enough

 I have been enjoying my vintage coffee grinder that I found at the flea market 3 weeks ago. It's now one of my favorite kitchen toy. 

Memories of a fig

 Figs with gorgonzola cheese. This picture does not  even look appealing, but this was my first experience eating fresh figs 11 years ago at a restaurant in Allen, Texas. After that day, it was etched in my psyche that I have to have a fig tree. I didn't how or where because at that time I was living in an apartment. But I know one day I will plant a fig tree. A year later, I met the man who is now my husband who owns this land where I now have 7 mature producing fig trees. Is it that important that I should talk about it? It is to me. Or I won't have anything significant to talk about today. 

if not now, when can I quit

 I miss the old days before I got stuck on Facebook. I miss reading and writing and using erudite words instead of OMG LOL and ATM.

My departed husband used to hate the idea of lugging a camera on our travels because he felt that instead of us savoring and taking in the details and sensibilities of the moment, we instead have to be concerned about lighting or angle so we can "watch a copy of the moment when we get home" He had a point.

And this is what I have come to be enslaved in with Facebook. Whatever I do, I feel like I have to post it on Facebook without asking myself why? So many times I have come to realize this as an obsession, yet I have not been successful to quit it. It's like a knee jerk reaction to something that has no purpose except because it's what almost everyone does. Well, today is the day I'm going to stop this beast. In Jesus name  I can do it. 

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I'm starting to start

 Well, hello there! I am taking a break from working in my garden and I just finished eating breakfast. My garden is my sanctuary and resident therapist. I have come to conclude that as I get older {in number} I have less tolerance to long conversations, long articles or long commentaries on social media. I used to gobble documentaries and stories about people, about places or things. I miss that old me.

And I am really trying to get out of Facebook in the hope that I will be able to go back to my reading days... reading good sensible information instead of reading foolish posts on Facebook. Today, I start.