My Dear Son!

My son lives in Washington state and, as the old saying goes, "if it weren't for bad luck, he'd have no luck at all!". I was not a very good mother to him and he has had some trouble in recent years. I pray that he will make it through a trying time that he is about to endure. I have been able to send him money, which he sorely needed; thank God that I have been blessed now to do this. My own father used to send me money, out of the blue, just when I needed it most. That is why I feel that Dad is smiling down on me as I do this. I know that, in retrospect, I should have done things differently, but when you are young, you don't think about things that way. I don't judge my son for the things that have happened, as he is a really great young man and I love him. His father raised him from age 10, but he had a " wicked step-mother" during his formative years. The next step-mother came along and I believe she was much better but it was too late then. I just hope that my son's significant other will stand by him while he is away and won't desert him the way I did. I regret this and always think of my deceased daughter who was adopted by my parents when she was quite young. Her death was a very traumatic occurrence for all of our family. It has been almost 25 years since that that happened but it still comes back to haunt me like yesterday. I hope that someday I can go back up to Washington to visit, maybe even live, in a beautiful place that I so enjoyed, near my son. It was the best vacation I ever had!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I went through the whole month of December without blogging! That month just went by and here it is, a new year already. Didn't make any resolutions, per se; I just decided that I need to eat healthier (those burritos are habit-forming!). I think that I am addicted to asado and barbacoa. I have been helping my mom, as usual; yard work is forever. No season goes by without some work needing to be done. Poor mom! Had a rough year this go-round. First the cataracts then a hospital visit in December. Three days in there was enough to make her realize that she is not a young woman anymore and can't overdo! I have to keep tabs on her! But that is all right as I certainly don't mind the work. It is a constant dream to have my own piece of land somewhere, someday, with a modest home. My husband has been working hard toward that goal and these people need to realize that the economy here is not up to the asking prices I have seen for some of their "dumps". They need to get real! On that note, it is "Farewell!" until next time, good people.