CAUGHT IN THE ACT
Your editor has been pestering the muse to prepare something for her audience. And some of you also have expressed a desire for another issue of our newsletter. We thought about taking a bit of a hiatus. But as this production has always been a bit erratic, we did not think you would mind the gap. And, other than the relocation to our winter residence, life has been proceeding calmly along with little of special note. We have been well, doing the routine and regular activities to which you have become privy over the past many issues.
Nonetheless, Mrs.T had an incident that was an inspiration for musing:
Bucerias is basically a small town. So I was not too surprised when one of our Mexican neighbors told me he had seen me falling asleep in church. He also mentioned that he had seen Dan poking me to wake me up. Lest anyone think that when I come down to Mexico I start misbehaving I suppose I should confess that I fall asleep in church in Ohio also. Of course Dan does his part there too. If it is a sin, and I suppose it is a small one, I feel sure that my grandfather will put in a good word for me as he was prone to the same foible.
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving
Saturday's child has to work for a living,
But a child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
(There are other variations. –dt)
I really like these small poems, which of course have no predictive value. But I always thought that it was sort of ironic that I, one of the most awkward of people, was born on Tuesday. As I grow older I have discovered that there are all kinds of grace that have only a slight connection with how you move. I think it is a kind of grace to be willing to do things badly if you are urged to participate, a personal grace to be able to laugh at yourself and enjoy your feeble efforts. So yes, I did dance with Ricardo at the Christmas party. Not well perhaps, but enthusiastically. And I enjoyed it! I think there is a grace in sharing quietly in order to help others. There is grace - Who would have thought it? - in receiving help, gratefully. It seems to me that when pride goes out the window, grace comes in and often joy sneaks in behind. So I send joyous greetings from a very awkward dancer.
Here are pictures from a few of our recent activities:
https://www.flickr.com/gp/9151458@N07/3m6vn3
Feliz año Nuevo to all of you.
Dan and Rebecca
www.casa-de-terrible.blogspot.com
