Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Paradise Found


We have been here almost a week.   Every sunrise is different.  Today is Saturday - the Sabbath.  After unpacking and rearranging our new living quarters all week, we badly need a day of rest.   But looking out at the beautiful sunrise, I realize that God never rests.   He is faithful in painting a new work of art every morning, unique from the perspective of each of his creations.  

"June and July are the rainy seasons in Chapala.   It rains mostly at night, and that keeps the temperatures cool."  That is what we were told, and it is true.   At the same time, it is a major understatement.  All but one night so far has been punctuated by what we would consider in Arkansas to be "Severe Thunderstorms".   At about 10:00 the wind starts blowing as the front moves in.   This is followed by a spectacular light show of lightning accompanied by the sonic booms of thunder.  Because this is not a tornado zone, and houses are constructed of concrete, (and we are high enough on the hill to avoid flash flooding) this is not a frightening event.   But is is awesome to behold.   Because we depend on open windows for ventilation, we now have a ritual of shutting down the ones that may be brining in water.   However with tile floors, concrete walls, and metal window frames, a little water is not a real issue.   After the initial onslaught, the downpour settles into a hard rain, which is a lovely sound to sleep by.   The morning brings a fresh smell, clear skies, and birds singing.   There might be short sprinkles of rain during the day, but, as promised, the daytimes are mostly sunny.   The high temperature has been about 85 degrees, and we have enjoyed refreshing cool-offs in our pool.

Every room has at least one wall of windows, and each has a different view of the lake or gardens.   One of the lovely little surprises is the glimpses of the hummingbird that lives outside our bedroom window.   The scene is a living postcard view.   In the foreground are flowering plants of many types and colors, interspersed with palm trees.  Behind them is the inviting pool, with a waterfall-fed pool beside it.   Beyond that and down the mountain is the lake, framed by mountains behind it.   Since the glass (down mountain) side of the house faces south, we see the splendid sunrises over the mountains to our left and the sunsets to our right.

Lest you think the first week has been spent sitting staring at the landscape and soaking in the pool, I need to correct that impression.   We crammed an amazing amount of goods into two vehicles, and we are still unpacking boxes.   The house came furnished--not only with furniture, but also with household items such as kitchen goods, linens, etc.   When we looked the house over, we loved the home, but realized that the small items were in pretty bad shape.   So we brought much of our own.   So, the first step of unpacking was to go through the cabinets and drawers, determining what we wanted to keep for our use, and what to pack away.   Then rearrange to suit us, cleaning as we went.   Only then could we unpack the kitchen and bathrooms.   This has been a time and labor intensive process, but with a wall of windows over the sink in the kitchen, it has been pleasant work.  

In addition, we have gone into town every day except yesterday to arrange for cell phones, internet service, TV satellite service, Spanish classes, or grocery shop.   We are still waiting for the internet to be turned on, after arranging for it on Tuesday and being told it would be Thursday or Friday.   The satellite service is more complicated and we need to get some guidance from our landlord before we go further, which is difficult without internet.   We do have a land line and cell phones, although we can't figure out how to configure Dan's phone for internet through the provider here.   Everything is a bit of a challenge, because nothing functions the way we have been accustomed to.   And of course communications are a bit difficult.   On this front we have been blessed with people who speak at least a functional amount of English at about every  point of need.

Shopping deserves some special comment.   We have a Walmart Superstore here, as well as a competitor called Soriana's.   Both carry a reasonable selection and are competitive in price, however the selection is not the same as in the US, and of course, labels are in Spanish.   If you think back to how tiring it is to shop in a store that you have never been in, you can guess at a small piece of how tiring shopping is for us right now.   And because of the need to get home with cold things cold, we have usually done this at the end of a day when we are already tired.   And since we started with a bare pantry and freezer, we need everything, along with some household items such as trash bags, trash cans, and curtain rods.   A typical shopping trip, at this point takes about an hour and a half, and we find about 2/3 of the items on our list.   So the next day we revise the list and shop at the other store.   Little by little, the list is growing shorter.   I know we will need to go to Sam's in Guadalajara eventually to find some of the things we need, and the once per week open market should have some of the things as well, but these adventures have been postponed until next week.

Before we moved here, we made internet contact with a couple, Mike and Kay Headley.   We met them on our "scouting trip" in February, and they have been a great source of information and help.  They took us out for dinner the second night we were here, and it was such a nice feeling, when moving to a foreign country, to have friends waiting to greet us.   What a blessing!   They in no way replace the treasured friendships we left behind, but they will be a valued part of our life here.

Lest you think that all is perfection, I must share one experience on the negative side.  I must say that my least favorite thing about the place is the plethora of spiders and family of scorpions that share our living space.   I am determined to make them former tenants, and have declared war on them and all their friends.   Here is one ex-tennant who has moved on to the after-life.  


(Written Saturday, July 7, 2012)

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Swagbucks U[pdate

Wow! It has been only 3 months since I signed up for SWAGBUCKS and I have earned 5 gift cards to Amazon.com. That is $25, just for surfing the net! And not a single SPAM. It counts up fast, especially if you share the good news with a friend.

Here are some tips to rack up the points fast (it only takes 45 points to get a $5 giftcard).
  • Install and use the free toolbar that you can download from their site. This makes it easy to use the swagbucks search engine, and keeps it in mind.
  • Share the news with friends. Everytime they earn a point, you get one too!
That is all there is to it. It costs nothing, give great search results (ask.com and google.com combined), and gives out bonus rewards. Amazon is not the only prize, just my personal favorite.

To get in on this, sign up at http://swagbucks.com/?cmd=sb-register&rb=265933

Happy Swagging!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

SWAGBUCKs - path to free stuff

In this day of recession, rising prices, shrinking incomes, and disappearing investments, I stumbled onto a way to earn credits for free merchandise, just doing what I ordinarily do - search the web!

The site is http://swagbucks.com/?cmd=sb-register&rb=265933

The Swagbuck search engine seems as good as Google, and each search gives you a chance to earn credits. It should not take long to get enough credits for a gift card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble or Starbucks, or a number of other retailers (these were my favorites). You can can even earn Playstation or Wii systems and games. And, if you share this site with others, you earn credits when they join.

Being the untrusting soul that I am, I set up an email account just for this to see if it produces spam. So far, No Spam to this address at all.

Like Google, they provide a tool bar to make searches easy.

Don't take my word for it -- check it out!

http://swagbucks.com/?cmd=sb-register&rb=265933

Happy web surfing.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

I purposely stay out of the loop of religious politics, but I stumbled upon an interesting news article today that started me thinking. ( http://apnews1.iwon.com/article/20080503/D90E0GB80.html )

The title “Evangelicals Say Faith is Now too Political” got my attention. The gist was that a manifesto has been written, by those who do such things, calling for churches to focus on the Bible to clean up our own sins, instead of the handful of political issues (abortion, and marriage) that we have used to choose political parties and candidates.

This put into words a growing conviction that I have been wrestling with. I will admit that, in the zeal of idealism, I once marched against abortion. And I still would never choose that action for myself. But as I saw the lack of compassion in the acts of hate carried out in the guise of Christianity, I withdrew from involvement in the issue.

I know my age is mellowing my perspective, but as I am repulsed and embarrassed by my southern white ancestors treatment of blacks, disallowing them to even come into their churches, I wonder if my great grandchildren might be just as shocked by my wasteful consumerism and its contribution to the depletion and destruction of the environment. It is humbling to realize that those who follow us as Christians will judge us by the Bible, not filtered by OUR culture and time, but by their own.

May those who come behind us find us faithful. And may God, and they, have mercy to forgive our blind spots.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Strange Game of Tug of War

Have you ever played individual tug of war? It's a children's game where two people grab opposite ends of a rope and try to pull the whole thing over to their side of a line. Usually there is a marker such as a knot at the center of the rope to show progress toward either side.

Well, imagine such a game where the object of the game is to keep the knot as near the center as possible for as long as possible. If the rope moves too far to either side, both players lose. If you quit pulling, both players lose. It would be exhausting and demotivating, and worthy of the type of torturous contests devised on Survivor.

Would you want to play? What would your strategy be? Pull softly? Discuss strategy and work as a team? What do you do when one or both players are tired?

Believe it or not, most of us have chosen to play this game. It is called marriage. Obviously, the only strategy that works is to talk and continue working as a team, but we often get tired of that. One person on a team tends to pull harder than the other. Sometimes one or both players just lay down the rope, and may not even notice. Sometimes both people pull as hard as they can, forgetting the object of the game, and add to the exhaustion and frustration (not to mention anger!). Often one person talks, but nobody listens.

We admire teams, who have practiced the game for years, who stay alert to where the knot is, and continually make corrections. They may not even need to discuss it often, but just know their partner well enough to compensate to keep the knot in the center. I especially appreciate seeing the players who notice that the knot has moved too far to their own side and adjust. That seems to be a blind spot for most.

Some days, I wonder why I got into this game 38 years ago. I doubt my husband and I will ever master it. We have completely lost sight of the knot many times on one side or the other. A few times, we both let go of our ends of the rope. But we always have grabbed it back and gotten it more or less centered.

One of the odd things about this game is that it is addictive. When it is going well, it is highly satisfying, and seems effortless. There is a real rush from working together as a team. Then, about the time you think you have mastered it, someone falls asleep at their post or gets distracted, and things get out of balance once again.

Last night we spent an hour or so looking for the knot. We both were convinced that it was on the other one's side of the line. Sometimes finding the knot is harder than getting it back centered! But we will hang on to the rope and continue the search. It is what we do. We may discover the knot in the center where it belonged, but with both of us pulling so hard that we did not notice. How in the world do we get our team mates confused with our opponents? Just one of the strange twists of the Game.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Death of a President

Gerald Ford died last night at the age of 93.

They showed a recent film clip of a very frail Ford walking with President George W. Bush. When did he get so old?

I remember the uncertainty as he took office. Imagine, the United States of America being led by someone that we did not even elect as Vice President!! But, there was mass relief at closing the ugly book on Richard Nixon's Watergate scandal, followed by public shock at having the nasty book ripped from our hands, as he gave Nixon a full pardon. Mostly, I remember him tripping as he climbed down the steps of Air Force One.

What I don't remember is the fast forward to the old man that succumbed to death last night. He made quite a journey in his life. Over the next few days, diplomats and members of the press will say nice things about him and his 2 years in office. His wife Betty of over 50 years has already made an elegant statement. His children, grandchildren and great grandchildren will gather to pay honor. The nation, and the world, will watch.

I wonder if he would count his two years as President as the pinnacle of his life? He touched the world, and in touching it, left his unique impression on it. But I wonder if, perhaps to him, the legacy he left in his family had more value. He and Betty molded their family in their image. Their descendants still bear that shape.

Most of us will never get to be President of the United States. But my children do bear my image. (That is not always a wonderful thing, but it is what it is!) Perhaps I have the opportunity to modify the shape slightly in the life of my grandson. My time on this journey is going by quickly, but I will be remembered by those who remain when I am gone. I wonder what type of legacy I will leave?

Saturday, December 23, 2006

I wonder what they heard...

I love the marvel of birth. I have often watched newborns, facinated with their every move, and in awe of the power they hold to mold the future. Today I listened to the familiar story of the birth of Jesus once again, this time read by a child. As much as I love babies, I have never worshipped an infant.

I am facinated by what the wisemen (kings?) saw in the stars that made them so certain that this child was worthy of worship. They were motivated to make a very long journey to see him, and did not turn away when they found him a child with a simple family of limited means.

Today, I found myself wondering what they expected from him. I'm sure they had ideas and hopes of what path his life might take. Did they expect a powerful warrior? Did they expect an earthly king? Did they know he was God come to live among us? Could they have expected that he would sacrifice himself for us? Were they disappointed in him? They didn't exactly have CNN back then... Did they even know that he was crucified? If so, did they hear that he rose from the dead?

I do know that they never forgot that amazing day when they saw him. He drew them to himself, just as he draws us. And those whose life paths cross his are never the same again.