Sunday, August 21, 2011
For a couple of months I've been planning a journey to Texas. If you read the blog, you've followed all the steps of preparation from getting the car checked by Luis to getting insurance and all the other myriad details one must do to leave town for six weeks. THAT was the plan!
Then, again as you know, I got sick a week ago and I'm stillllllllll getting back to my usual self. A scary thought.
This morning while slowly waking from my first good night's sleep in a week, I thought I don't "have to" persevere and make this trip. I don't "have to" attempt to get there when I'm not ready.
So, with that in mind, I finally unpacked the car. It has been packed for eight days awaiting its trip north. No more.
I'm here. My wings are clipped. Sometime in the not distant future, I'll head up. Whenever. I'm retired - it CAN be whenever.
The photos at the top are some I took the other evening toward sunset. I was astounded what has happened to the canyon recently. If you remember, it was bone dry in photos I supplied a couple of months ago. The first time it had ever been that way since I've been in San Miguel. It must have caused this to happen. Usually the water in the presa (reservoir) is brown and murky - no more!
It looks like a Monet painting to me. I hear ducks quacking in that beautiful lavender colored plant material. Mexico always brings me surprises. Almost daily!