Lincoln: A Day in the Life

Bella sent these photos this morning.  Straight out of San Miguel de Allende, our boy (Bobby)Lincoln gets set for another glorious day!

The morning roll over. Hello world!

Gonna be a s~l~o~w wake up. Notice that I am not waking up in my super-duper special dog bed …


Brand new day and time to play. Game on with my bud Tucker. Sure he looks big, but I’ve got moves.

Like my “Karate Kid” chops!

This is Hank, another formidable foe. Specialties include ankle nipping and fast turns. He’s giving me pointers

And at last, proving my foster mom’s point, at the end of the day

A good dog is a tired dog.

I am tickled that our boy (Bobby)/Lincoln has a forever mom now! Bella loves, loves, LOVES this boy, so we’ve made a match made in heaven.

Now I want the darling Mia to find her special person.

I am beautiful and sweeter than Tuppelo Honey





NASA publishes Hubble Extreme Deep Field photograph


Ha ha!  This is just a teeny-eeny piece of the sky, but if you think you’ve seen it, you havn’t.  There’s even more there now.  More, I tell you, more!

“The image covers an area less than a tenth of the width of the full Moon, making it just a 30 millionth of the whole sky. Yet even in this tiny fraction of the sky, the long exposure reveals about 5500 galaxies, some of them so distant that we see them when the Universe was less than 5% of its current age. The Hubble eXtreme Deep Field image contains several of the most distant objects ever identified.”

From the deep space I grew up in, Newton’s “Clock Work Universe” in which everything is fixed (and able to be measured), to a creative, dancing, ever-changing display of celestial fireworks more akin to the classic image of the Hindu Shiva, Creator and Destroyer, I am so thankful that this has happened in my life time.

In fact, I’m positively joyful that there are more questions than answers now.  That future generations have great discoveries in front of them. And, that I’m a part of THIS:


Could anything be more rapturous?
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Coyo and Mia’s play date ends badly

Julie and Clint are leaving for a two week vacation Wednesday.  The thought was that rather than boarding the playful and rambunctious Coyo, he could stay with me and Mia.

The initial 90 minutes of rough house play was great.  Then Mia got tired. Her first  message to Coyo was a bloody lip.  Nothing requiring a vet, but I was shocked to see a dog I will always adore standing there confused and dazed with blood in his mouth.  Fortunately they both think I’m the Alpha.  I gave them a time out.

An hour later they went into play position again.  It seemed that bygones would be bygones.  But when Mia had enough her second correction was *much* more pointed.  She didn’t draw blood, but the potential was more than I could bear.  This time Coyo sought my protection which, while not punishing Mia, I willingly gave.

None of us wanted to see Mia’s third stab at convincing this now annoying little dog that she was done. I called Julie.  Sadly Coyo will have to spend his family’s vacation time in a crate at his vets. Mia, who so longs to play, will no longer have her “toy”, which is exactly how she treated him until she got tired.

I blame myself for this.  In retrospect, I think Mia needs more time to recover from her surgery.  It was a mistake to bring a high-energy guy like Coyo in so soon.

Sometimes I make terrible decisions.





Straight to the heart

I sat at a lunch table today with five shining young women from Guatemala who’ve just begun their freshman year in CASA’s Professional Midwifery School.  They are on scholarship with CASA, who sponsors 85% of their living expenses, though where they are to get the other 15% remains a question.

Between 18 and 24, they’ve come from small towns in Guatemala where there is not yet a professional Midwifery School to study in CASA’s San Miguel de Allende accredited and internationally known midwifery program and Maternal Teaching Hospital and Family Clinic.

Students at CASA

To see these five fresh faces, to realize that they’ve traveled to another country, that they have no family in Mexico to help them and, because it’s always personal and I have two beloved nieces whose Dad is an indigenous Mayan Guatemalan now living in the U.S. [where they were born and raised], is to receive a call straight to the heart.

What can I do?  Julie suggested a once a month English class. Or a trip for ice cream.  Or …


I met them because I visited with Julie & Cliff Durand to discuss caring for Coyo while they take a much deserved vacation in a few days.  Julie is Guatemalan.  Each year she mentors the Guatemalan students in CASA’s Midwifery School through the Bernard Wiseman Foundation, and it so happened that the young women were at Julie’s house cooking comida. [They take the now every Sunday lunch leftovers back to the dorm for munchies.]

I truly cannot express my admiration for all the midwifery students at CASA, or for CASA itself.  Some of  the students, like Irma, one of the Guatemalan fresh women, come from two or three generations of midwives in their family.  Others are answering a desperate call from economically ravaged pueblos to advance maternal and infant health, which de facto increases the dignity of women and the viability of life for the entire community.

Midwifery is so vitally necessary to developing nations that to be in their presence is akin to sitting with saints.  Maybe that’s just me, but I’m writing with tears in my eyes compounded of equal parts admiration and an all too infrequent feeling of hope for the future.

Viva las mujeres!


Give them some love, dear readers!

Center for Adolescents in San Miguel de Allende, CASA

CASA plans to establish a professional midwifery school in Guatemala.

If you want to contribute to the Guatemalan students for personal care items, pens & paper, or [gasp!] a lunch out, send a check designating your donation

Payable to
Bernard Weisman Foundation

Mail to:
Julia DuRand
President, Bernard Weisman Foundation
220 N. Zapata Hwy. No 11
PMB No. 99B
Laredo, TX 78043



Found on the street in Mexico City, Hamlet is currently recovering from neutering and the removal of an abscessed tooth under the care of Jennifer, his foster mom in the Big City. San Miguel de Allende’s Save a Mexican Mutt plans to take him under their wing, transport him to San Miguel, and potentially to my house for fostering until he’s found his forever home. My hope is that he and Mia will bond instantly!

I think he is muy gaupo. I wait for him.

Tomorrow is our third try to have Mia spayed at Ecologia.  We’ve had … wrinkles.  But Mia delivered her puppies at the pound – all of whom were adopted out by Amigos de Animales – so, no more pregnancies for her.

Yes, she’s managed to keep her girlish figure.

Major shout-out here to Kelly Karger and Save a Mexican Mutt

Kelly has been at this for close to a decade.  You and I can’t imagine the compassion, or the fatigue that must be endured, trying to rescue the forgotten.

REMEMBER, both Mia and Hamlet are looking for forever homes, either here in Mexico or, because they can be transported, in the United States.  Please spread the word about these two darlings to your friends and families. 

Thank you!

P.S. “Waiting for Hamlet.”  It has a ring, doesn’t it.


She’s a quiet beauty.  Nothing showy here, just a dog with strawberry blond hair, a black tounge testifying to chow-chow in her background, and soulful eyes.  She’s a Mexicana street girl and she came up the hard way.

At times she seems more wolf than dog.  Cautious, easily spooked, a little unsure when a stranger’s hand reaches through her gate to pet her, though it’s better if the stranger is a woman ….

But oh, such a gentle girl. Especially with children.

And maybe a little worried … until she loves you.  Then she’s safe. She can snuggle and kiss, and play with a toy!


She can bark at the cats and play fierce with other dogs!

She can be stoic and wear a little Mexican sombrero for you …

because she has the patience of a saint.

She is a being so grateful for affection that she can make you cry.

After a week I see her loyalty to me grow by the minute.  No harm will come my way. Mia stands watch for me.

I whisper to her, “Mia.  My beautiful Mia ….”  Her tail goes around like a helicopter.  She smiles with her eyes.  Sometimes when I’m sitting she’ll put her paws on my knees and lean in to kiss, or lay her head against me.  Other times when she’s lying on the floor at my feet she’ll roll over belly up for a rub.  And then it’s back to being quietly content to be near me.

Mia, my beautiful Mia.  Come, Mia.

Now you have a place in a heart.


The earth gives up another wonder

With the current news of Homo sapiens behaving badly around the globe, it’s a pleasure to gaze upon a primate who has, up until three years ago, remained unknown to biologists

Now designated as Cercopithecus Lomamiensis, and known locally as the Lesula, these kids have been living deep inside the Democratic Republic of Congo’s immense rain forests in areas not yet threatened by mining or logging.

This is my news from San Miguel de Allende for you this morning, because the Internet is now blessed with PLos, an open forum for science, and truly is revealing a smaller world.

In this face is the “peace that surpasses all understanding” and, talk about a Roman nose!

PS – primates are composed of apes and monkeys. Monkeys have tails.  Apes do not. We are apes. The Lesula is a monkey


Random thoughts on how I’ve changed since moving to San Miguel de Allende three months ago.

This is a biggie for me.  I don’t iron my t-shirts anymore!

I obsess over scorpions and poisonous spiders, but I leave my  doors open and don’t worry about the random fly.

Since I don’t have a car I take more buses [about 40 US cents].  When the heat does me in I jump in a taxi.  A trip anywhere  inside the city limits costs roughly $2.00 US.

I also walk a whole lot more.

I wear a lot less make-up.  Honestly, who has the time?

I see an excellent doctor for $23.00 US.

But the cost of prescriptions is a killer for all of us. Thus I’ m developing an interest in Mexican herbal remedies

I make my own mosquito repellent, and drawer sachets (lavender oil!)

Experimenting with non-toxic, home made pesticides too

I can (very) occasionally afford labor in the garden or in the house.  I pay a fair rate and, being a prole myself, delight in the assistance.

Manicures, pedicures, and hair cuts are less important.  I’m not looking for a husband, just new friends.

I love more dogs as I find my way in fostering fur faces that deserve a forever family.

Now renamed Mia Honey Bear Jones.

And who can forget Bobby, now Lincoln, with his new mom, Bella?

I value dear friends even more, if that were possible.  I’m also silly in my enthusiasm for new friends here.  I really couldn’t do it without them.

And, after three months, I balance the tension between not knowing if I can truly make it here financially, and enjoying new people, new food, new arts, new politics, new flora & fauna, and new-new each and every day.

All in all,  despite the loneliness (and I’ve always been lonely) I’m carving out a very decent life.

Viva Mexico!