Tuesday, September 06, 2016
Monday, September 05, 2016
The part of depending on others is a bit bothersome for me because I don't like inconveniencing anyone but it has been an opportunity. I am so thankful that I have such kind people in my life. Yesterday, I wanted to take my car early to the car dealership to have a new key made and to my surprise after waiting over two hours for the tow truck, when it arrived he could not hook up my car! By then I had to get to a meeting and postpone the towing till the next day and head out to a meeting. Fortunately a friend gave me a lift home. Then today, I realized I would have to first buy a blank key at an auto parts store before I could go to the dealership to have the blank keyed. So a friend took me then brought me home. When we got home. still without my mailbox key, I saw that the mailman was about to leave my apartment complex. I stopped him and he was so kind as to retrieve my mail! I had so much mail, it was overflowing! So I got two blessings in one.
Next, I called AAA and they came immediately this time and hitched my car and I was so excited that I was going to be able to fix my car problem. The only problem was that they don't have a guy all day keying keys. They didn't tell me that when I called. Now I have to go to the dealership tomorrow. Can you believe it will cost me almost two hundred dollars to get a new key made! Can you believe that?
Fortunately, after about a week, I found a spare set of keys, which helped a lot. Unfortunately, I had already spent the one hundred dollars for the spare key. I learned so many lessons. First, have a place for your spare keys. Don't just put them in a drawer just before leaving on a trip. Keep them in a regular place. Also don't take your favorite purse on a trip, especially if it is half around the world away. Finally, move on. Life isn't perfect. Learn something and let it go.
|I had an old gift card from Williams and Sonoma, which was at least five years old. I am thrilled to say that they honored it after all this time. I went to their cute store at Mall of San Juan, just next to the Teodoro Moscoso bridge not more than ten minutes from home. I was able to buy all those cool gadgets above with the card! I only had to pay the IVU tax. Sweet!|
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Well, we heard that the match was going to begin at 2:00 PM so I turned on the TV and the time went by as slow as molasses. There is something about watching a game where you have no interest. Of course everyone in Argentina was routing for their guy to beat the Spaniard but hey we had no one in the game. They both spoke Spanish, and since they did that common denominator cancelled them out. Any way, their Spanish is so different to ours. Why in Argentina they sing their Spanish with an Italian flair, and the people from Spain have a lisp. And Ole and Bravo. And of course they conquered America. But anyway that was centuries ago. There might be a little bit of resentment for all the gold they plundered but no biggie. That is water under the bridge.
But back to the game. We had to wait until finally the Argentine beat Nadal. What a relief. I was starting to feel bad for Nadal who seemed to have been crowned the favorite and was losing to his dismay. Finally, our gal, Monica came on the screen with her good tan and caramel skin with high lights in her hair pulled back in a braid. She looked buffed with a mixture of sweetness and raw determination. She looked away a lot as she studied her tennis racket over and over as she picked on it or twirled it with her rhythmic swing. Waiting was perhaps the hardest part, as we waited for Kerber to serve. And did she serve? About 7 to 9 slicing perfect serves. Always a fake one first just to get Monica off balance and then followed by a supersonic knife in the air. But our Monica was not going to be denied.
On the other hand, Monica, simply took the long route by weakening her opponent with Pica Power. She subjected her to long volleys back and forth, making the German move side to side, then the volleys became tiresome. It was long, hot, and grueling The difference between them was that la Puertorriqueña woke up this morning with a golden medal in her cafe con leche. Sure, once in a while she got unfocused but she bounced back.
On the other side of the court the German gal started realizing this Monica was not backing off. Didn't this Puig know that she had just won the Australian Open? That she was number #2 in the world? She looked at her coach with a look, saying, I can't stop this chatita. I can't stop this gal, she keeps coming back. Coming back and coming back until she was unnerved and worn out. It was a battle of the wills. And Monica won.
So how did we react in Puerto Rico? Con alegria, algarabia y griteria!!! We shouted and cheered wildly from one little corner of the island to the other. This island of 100 by 35 suddenly became a very loud neighborhood!
We were taught a lesson in fighting. You stick at it. It doesn't come easy. You might fall, do the splits, slip and slide, and you dust it off, jump a little, shake if off, and dream of the goal. You think of your Abuelita back in Puerto Rico watching you, you see the Puertorriqueños waving your flag in the stands and remember hearing la Borinqueña playing in your mind for the first time in the Olympics. Can I do it? I'm not quitting. No me quito. No me quito. I'm not quitting. No me quito. And she stayed.
Beautiful metaphor. A message for all of us battling some giant. I'm NOT quitting. I am going to fight this to the end.
Bien hecho hija nativa! Bien hecho!
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Cruz de malta florecidas del patio de Mami. Que bonito disfrutarlas. Hoy pase por la casa de mami en Venus Gardens para encontrarme con el señor que hace el patio. Si mami pudiera ver las flores les gustaria pero tambien estaria algo triste por que ella tenia un balcon lleno de plantas ornamentales, miramelindas, orquidias y pajaritos. No se como no se morian con el arroz que ella le daba todos los dias. Asi es. Los tiempos cambian y ya mami no puede estar en casa pero por lo menos yo puedo asegurarme de que el patio este bonito.
Thursday, March 03, 2016
I began to listen to this memorial service because of a link Eric Metaxas put up on FaceBook, but to my surprise, I found myself drawn into each short eulogy. The anecdotes shared and the tributes Justice Scalia received from the distinguished people whom he counted as friends and family are a testament of the quality of his character. This memorial service is worth your time.
Please find the Memorial Service for Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia.