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Letters from Lorraine XXII Hola, everyone! First, I have to tell you, Pearl the Magnificent is still hanging in, even though in the past few days, it seemed like the end was near. But then for the umpteenth time, she does her old doggie comeback thing, and I am grateful once again for another day with her. I will never be ready to lose my wing-girl of fifteen and a half years, I know that, and I also know old age is unfortunately an incurable disease none of us are immune to. Shit, why can’t it be like a flu you eventually recover from? My good friend and neighbor Deborah Medders visited San Miguel for her second time last week. We had a wonderful six days, but I had gotten that awful three-week cold before she got here, so we mostly hung out at the house, walked the dogs down to the reservoir, watched Netflix, and talked politics. We did manage to go to town and the outdoor markets a few times, and the weather was fabulous, hot but fabulous. Crazy little Miss Ruby loved all the attention her new Auntie Deborah bestowed upon her and has not been the same since. I am beating around the bush; in case you didn’t notice. I want all of you to know, I am horrified with the state of our country, and even though I live in Mexico and am glad for it, there is a deep, deep sadness I feel every day, all day. The American expats in San Miguel that I know well also feel sickened, shocked, and saddened by the hateful, greedy cancer killing our beautiful country. I have noticed, though, that some feel angrier and more distressed than others. I think it’s partially because some of the Americans who have lived here longer, much longer than me, have more of an emotional buffer than us newbies from the States. Who knows? I only know that the year ahead will determine many things, and if we join together, there is hope for us all, including those idiot motherfuckers who voted for him. Sorry, not sorry. This morning, I read the most insightful, articulate newsletter I have read lately. It was written by a woman from Missouri, and boy, does she nail it. I’ll try and share its link below, but if the link doesn’t work, her name is Jess Piper, and the name of her Substack is: Jess Piper, The View from Rural Missouri. She and this particular piece of hers are so worth reading, I promise you. This is about all I’ve got, folks, but since pictures are worth thousands of words, I’ll leave you with a bunch of them. They’re mostly from Deb’s visit and the last few weeks of my adventures in sunny, beautiful Mexico! Lorraine and her perros: Pearl, Ruby, Mike, and Molly. And can’t forget our little feral cato, Ollie. P.S. My book, Chalcatzingo: A Modern Woman’s Life Among the Ancient Olmecs, is coming along great. My friend and editor Pat Fogarty is visiting next week for ten days, and I cannot wait! |
