…Carlos had a mishap yesterday evening at his house. His brother's truck evidently rolled down his driveway and hit him. I am not sure of the absolute details. We were out for the evening…He was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. Kath, our neighbor, facilitated that happening. I heard that his boys were really shook up and crying and Kath calmed them down. I went up to the hospital today and was able to pull some strings and get into see him in the emergency room…was he there all night? He was obviously in pain and Patty was there with him. He jocked and said, "What's going on"? One of his few English phrases…so I know that his spirit is intact. He can move his legs…he has a cut near his eye, but that appears to be ok…I must say, that I was touched so deeply by this incident. We love the Ramirez Family so much.
Transito, Alfonso, and his Brother-in-Law, Mai (nickname) were out front when I got there and thanked me when I left. When I got home, I went up the hill and assured Carlos' sons that their Dad was OK…Send prayers to Carlos and his family…those of you who know him are aware of what a rare jewel he carries. Love to All!
Archives for August 2008
Good Dog/Bad Hair
Well Manchas is this week's Pet of the Week here at Casa las Ranas: The Home of the Groove where groovitude is not about attitude. Manchas won in a tight race and his crowning act was peeing on some really mean people's gate. This dog showed up about this time last year after Kali disappeared. He is our wildest pet and shows no signs of mellowing. Remember when things were "really mellow"? And the Electrical Banana Award for Bad Hair goes to me (check photo). What was I thinking when I asked Alex the hair cutter that I wanted an Albert Einstein cut….my hair is way too
Teutonic and Anglo Saxon for that look…but hey…ya gotta love me for
giving it a try. Congrats to Manchas!!!!!!
Carlos’ Boys
I was just down at the Chapel sight and the crew was having their morning lunch…tacos etc. Four of Carlos' sons were down there. When we first arrived here, Carlos had only two sons. Now he has five sons and one daughter…her name is Sharona. These kids are totally divine…they are like nephews and nieces. Recently we donated money for two of the boys' soccer team for new football shirts. Tomorrow they want me to pose for a photo with the team….I could dig that. Here is a shot of four of the boys taken last spring…What a joy!
Another Day in the Life
Do I have a normal life? Depends on what one means by normal. I know this: when I am working and in the midst of a project…things feel normal…It's all the fluff that surrounds me that I call not normal. So working around here brings me back to the Source: a welcome sobriety of spirit. And that is what it takes. My time here on this planet is limited…so I am making the most of it. I will let you in on a secret though: Manchas is in the running for pet of the week. I will keep you posted……
Remember that Song?
I think it was called “I Had Too Much to Dream Last Night”. I believe it came out in the late 60’s. I will have to check to see who sang it…now, while I have your attention: I had too much to drink last night. Way over the top and counting. This does not at all agree with me. How do people drink every night? I am an absolute wuss (spell check?). I encourage everyone in supporting me in my slight hangover today. I am healing and really really lazy…and guilt ridden and basically dragging my ass…and in being honest: I need to address the fact of my being the child of some serious alcoholics. My Mother healed her addiction…who knows with my father? He went down in a plane accident before he could heal his ways. So my relationship with alcohol has it’s history. I guess the guilt that I feel is that I am hurting my being when I over indulge…so as they said in the 70’s: Today is the first day of the rest of my life…..
The Groove Gets Grovier and Groovier…
…and we just watch it all and bow down to the Universe that we don’t have to use Prozac to enjoy the show. There are some major good things going down and all the deep basses on these Mexican radios and music boxes can not drown out the gratitude that exudes from the Groove. There are actually the beginnings of walls on the Chapel…miracle upon miracle. Love upon Love…Light upon Light…raising a
toast to this gift!