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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!

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……

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…..

…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!

…’cuz it is totally irrelevant…and it does not matter.  Which brings us to Patzky.  Our dear dog is often voted the Pet of the Week here at our house, because you can’t help but love him. 
After rescuing him from the streets of Patzcuaro 4 years ago…he
continues to amaze us with his loyalty and especially his hanging out
skills.  So, if I can remember, I will start posting the Pet of the
Week Awards here at Casa las Ranas…I know you are all on the edge of
your seats in anticipation.  So…this weeks Pet of the Week Award goes
to:  Patzky!!!!!!
 

…from my Mother’s generation:  a good foundation is important.  So here is a photo of the foundation for the Chapel of Jimmy Ray.  We went three feet down and in some places four feet.  As we improvise, Carlos and crew are becoming adept in their building skills.  I am blown away.  I hate to give a completion date..so I won’t.  But this is definately happening.  Thanks to this most splendid Universe that we are part of!