One thing I love about Calgary is the food choices; every ethnicity is very well represented here. And talking about food, I happen to think that Malaysian food is the bomb--but then I was told that, most of what I ate when the Redneck and I were in Malaysia  last month was mostly an Indian dish.

Our first day in Kuala Lumpur, this is our breakfast...Indian roti

We crossed to Penang and on to Thailand

Seven years ago I turned 50, and  I got fascinated with the idea of being a "vagabond" ( one of the perks aboard the menopausal train--quirky thoughts).  I pursued the idea and made it a personal experience. The whole endeavor filled that hole which was created by the "change of season in a woman's life". But I am now seriously tired of the movement, of the phase, and saying hello and goodbye to friends and family from one end of the globe to the next. I want to stop moving. Now.

The last two months I was in Cebu, Malaysia and Thailand, then went back to Dallas for a week and now I'm in Canada spending time with the grands. Another 4 weeks and I will be back in Dallas, but not for long because the Redneck will be working outside of Dallas. I want to stay put and buy groceries for my pantry that's good for more than 2 months, cook and shop and have lunch with friends without  a schedule to leave. I need to stop moving. Now. But more than ever, I want to have a home I can call my own, a place for Kalya to come for a visit or to stay and I miss Dallas more than ever now. Old age, grand kids--- it has a way to warm your heart and settle the voices in your head.

Once upon a time there were two brothers named Isaac and Ismael. They didn't like each other because Isaac stayed at home, went to private school, dated a white cheer leader and drove a McLaren. Though Ismael was promised the same privilege by their father, he rebelled and had daddy issues big time because he was the "illegitimate" son and he and his maid mother was kicked out of the house by his stepmom--- because his mother stayed slim even after he was born and she didn't even  yoga like stepmom.

Fast forward several years later, Ismael's once calloused butt from riding them sheep, now rides his own fleet of Mercedes Benz's (with sheep skin for seat covers) surveying the arid ground spewing with oil and gas. Then he thought to himself: Isaac, I don't care about your prestigious college degrees and inventions; I have more anger than you have degrees. And I have followers who doesn't ask questions after I promise them virgins awaiting them, after they become pulverized. 
 Now it's the 21st century and this family's feud continues and it is trickling down to my neighborhood and that makes me angry. And you bet I am  afraid, because let's not forget that the only hope for peace was born in the middle east, and some fools crucified him. I would hate to take sides but I have to cover my arse.... I am going for the Lion of Judah.

I am land rich and cash poor. I've heard people say that and I never quiet understood how that works. But now I know. You sit and stare at your property, wanting to do this and that and you can't.... because you're b.r.o.k.e.

As I sit here and ponder on life (which I do once every other day) I could not think of anything I want to do right now but go home (assuming I know where home is)and settle down. Yes, you finally heard it here. I want to stop rolling and settle down once and for all. I dream of my own home (not an apartment) and a small piece of dirt to garden. A permanent address. The question is, WHERE?

Nothing in life is free; everything comes with a responsibility, and responsibility is costly. With this haven I have, comes the financial responsibility to secure it and maintain it while I am in the US. For starters, the cost of fencing the perimeter of this 6 acre spread. I need to get back to the US quick and get a job.

Francis, my Malaysian friend is here visiting and because he lived all his life in England, his British accent which is now mixed with Malay, (as he now lives in Malaysia)  makes him harder to understand sometimes. So when he speaks, the Redneck turns to me and asks: what's he saying? And when the Redneck speaks, Francis turns to me and say: I'm sorry what's he saying? I thought, "Well, it's ok, I can translate. It must be hard; what with a Redneck and a confused Brit."  Then I realized: These 2 are just hard of hearing, that's why.

The many faces of my grand.

Ooops...didn't mean to show you my first born enjoying his kitty dope.

Meanwhile...at the farm shack. I will get real sleep when I die, but in the meantime I am practicing in my coffin size bed.

After several prodding, my caretaker finally listened to me and planted lots of moringa--the miracle tree we use for soup as in boiled greens.
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After 3 years, my sapote (chicos) produced this year but I was in the US so I didn't get to sample its first fruits. Nevertheless, my caretaker said they were really sweet.

The Redneck is complaining. I repeat...the Redneck is complaining. About the pollution here in Cebu and how he feels so cramped. "Island fever?" I asked. "No, your crib is too damn small". Well, this is why I don't dare call it by any other name but a "crib".  I feel cramped anywhere anyway. So yesterday, we got on the bus and head south, just for a change in scenery.  And we bought the town's famous product---a cake using fermented coconut water in place of yeast.

A long time ago, an ex told me something that stuck with me until now, he said: "I am tired of trying to make others happy. From now on, I will only seek to make myself happy, until then I am no good to anyone." (A profound statement from a shallow man, but profound nonetheless.) Here we go again about "happiness". But whatever it is I am seeking, I need it. And I need it now.

So where do I start? I will begin right here  in the center of the universe---myself. People are expecting my presence everywhere; Dallas? Canada? Malaysia? The hell with all of them. I ain't doing nothing. Because the damn Korean airlines is making my life miserable by restricting my flying date if I don't come up with more money, I'd say the hell with everything.