Remember This One?

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Remember This One?

Who remembers their mom baking a birthday cake with a coin in it? My mom never did but I remember going to birthday parties where other moms did. As if a birthday cake in itself wasn’t exciting enough, now there was the added element of surprise. Who would find that lucky coin that symbolized good things in the year to come? Okay, so it was just a superstition, but it sure added to the fun at a birthday party.

Today, January 6th, is King’s Day here in Mexico. That is synonymous with Rosca de Reyes. And it is every bit as delicious as it looks in the photo. This amazing oval loaf of bread doesn’t contain coins. But it does have small figurines of the baby Jesus baked inside. If you are lucky enough to find one, then you bring the tamales and the atole to the celebration on February 2nd, Dia de la Candelaria. And adults are just as gleeful about this as children.

When I lived in Mazatlan, I took a cooking course where I learned to make a variety of traditional Mexican foods. And yes, Rosca was one of them. But like many other dishes I learned to cook or bake, it is far easier to buy this wonderful delicacy than to make it yourself. At this time of year bakeries are filled with Rosca. And speaking of filled, there are lots of variations. Fillings of cajeta, Nutella, cream cheese, almond paste, fruits and nuts are quite popular.

Buenelas move over. Rosca is here.

Happy New Year!

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Happy New Year!

It’s almost December 31st, New Years Eve, which will bring 2025 to a close. January 1st will then mark the beginning of 2026. But the New Year wasn’t always celebrated on these two days.

In ancient Babylon, thousands of years ago, the vernal equinox in March marked the new year. An eleven day festival was held honoring the god Marduk. In 46 BC Julius Caesar established the Roman calendar honoring Janus, god of beginnings. January 1st was then designated as the start to the new year although many medieval Christians continued to celebrate on other dates. Then in 1582 Pope Gregory XIII established the Gregorian calendar which officially restored January 1st as New Years Day and was then adopted globally. However not all cultures recognize this date, such as those who celebrate Chinese New Year and Jews who celebrate Rosh Hashanah.

While New Years is seen as a time of reflection and renewal, traditions vary. In Denmark plates are smashed and in China firecrackers are lit. The intent is to ward off evil. In Mexico and Brazil, wearing red enhances your chances of finding love while wearing yellow is associated with money. In Mexico and Colombia, walking around the block with a suitcase suggests the likelihood of travel in the coming year. Eating Grapes is considered lucky in Mexico and Spain.

Interestingly enough, the first Times Square ball drop dates back to 1907.Other popular traditions include making resolutions and toasting in the New Year with a glass of champagne at midnight on New Years Eve. And one of the most popular traditions has become the elaborate fireworks displays worldwide.

Wherever you are in the world, and whatever way in which you choose to celebrate, best wishes for a Healthy and a Happy New Year. May 2026 bless you with love, peace and happiness.

Boxing Day

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Boxing Day

December 26th was synonymous with Boxing Day when I lived in Canada. No, it wasn’t a day to put on the gloves and rumble about in a ring. It is a day steeped in tradition although this seems to have changed dramatically over the years.

As a child, I have treasured memories of visiting my Auntie Florence with my parents. She was a friend of my mother’s but I called her Auntie. A large tree adorned her living room resplendent with vintage ornaments including real candles and shiny tinsel. Back then those were not considered a fire hazard. A beautiful pump organ filled a wall. Auntie Florence would patiently sit beside me on a bench and man the pedals while I attacked the keyboard. Afterwards we would have tea and delightful homemade Christmas cookies. Those were magical afternoons.

As an adult, Boxing Day sales became the norm. I recall buying everything from stereo equipment to leather furniture on those days. Of course it was necessary to fight the crowds of other bargain hunters. This day was akin to Black Friday in the USA. And yes, occasionally my kids would come long and add to the chaos.

But I have other memories of my kids on Boxing Day. They were competitive bowlers in the YBC program in Canada. Boxing Day Doubles at Rossmere Lanes became the norm. I enjoyed cheering them on. If the truth be told, I preferred the tournament over department store sales.

As mentioned above, Boxing Day is a day steeped in tradition so I’ll digress to a brief history lesson. Back in 1874, England declared December 26th as a bank holiday. Servants who had to work on this day were given boxes containing gifts, bonuses or food. The church distributed alms boxes to the poor. Tradespeople were also given boxes containing gifts or money.

Boxing Day is mostly limited to the Commonwealth countries and is not well-known in the USA although Canada is a close geographical neighbor. However, there is the tradition of a Christmas bonus which seems to be quite common in companies worldwide.

I’m in Mexico now where the 26th is just an ordinary day. I went to the bank, ate breakfast at a restaurant and then went for a long walk. I spoke to friends from Washington and Winnipeg on the phone. I listened to an audiobook in English and watched a movie in Spanish on TV.

And that’s it for Boxing Day this year.

La Nochebuena

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La Nochebuena

The poinsettia plant has long been synonymous with Christmas. Here in Mexico, these colorful red flowers grow on small trees. When I taught in Tlaquepaque years ago, one of these beautiful trees was actually growing out in the courtyard of the school. While the traditional color is red, there are many other colors now available.

In Mexico, the Aztecs used these plants for dye and medicine. Franciscan monks then used them in nativity scenes. The star shape symbolizes the Star of Bethlehem, while the red color symbolizes the blood of Christ.

Although native to Mexico, this plant was named after Joel Poinsett, the first U.S. Ambassador to Mexico. Back in the 1800s, he gave many of these colorful plants as Christmas gifts to family and friends. And poinsettias have increased in popularity over the years.

Nochebuena in Mexico is also the term used for Christmas Eve. This is the time of the big celebration, when families gather together to attend a mass at church and enjoy sumptuous dinners. This differs greatly from Christmas Day celebrations in the rest of North America.

I wish all my readers a holiday season filled with love, peace, hope and joy.

Merry Christmas!

First Washington Now Winnipeg

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First Washington Now Winnipeg

This morning I wandered down to the tianguis on my street. It was a tad chilly, a mere 60 degrees. But the sun was shining brightly. And I’ve gotten used to seeing Mexicans wearing ski jackets and scarves in this weather. Lots of hats and gloves too. Me? A short-sleeve top instead of a tank top.

Washington was hit with a second atmospheric river. Once again the wind toppled trees and downed power lines. Lots of evacuations on the west side. And now there are blizzard and heavy snowfall warnings out across the state.

Winnipeg is completely shut down today as a massive blizzard attacked the city and the surrounding areas. Glad I’m not there either, although I do recall blizzards in the past when I braved those Winnipeg winters in my younger days. The good thing about a Winnipeg blizzard is that it blows in and blows out fairly quickly. While it does cripple the city, plows are usually able to clean things up fast. And the highways are not destroyed as is the case in Washington.

Highway 2 west of Leavenworth is closed. That is huge! Not only is this the most direct route to Seattle, it is also one of two main mountain passes between Leavenworth and Seattle. Landslides, mudslides and flooding have taken their toll. A fifty mile stretch of highway no longer exists. Barring any more inclement weather, it is predicted that repairs will be complete and the highway passable hopefully by the end of February.

The only other option is Blewett-Snoqualmie, a more scenic but less direct route also notorious for harsh winter weather. Delays are already all too common and now it will definitely take much longer to travel to Seattle with the increased traffic on this route.

I’m thankful that I’m here in Mexico, although I admit I do occasionally dream of a white Christmas.

This Is More Than Scary

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This Is More Than Scary

There is an emergency alert statewide. No. Not here in Mexico. In Washington State. I’ve been following the news and seen some really devastating photos. Landslides, mudslides, flooding, downed trees, downed power lines. Everywhere!

My friends in Leavenworth have been warned to stay home and stay off the roads. Wicked winds have felled trees and power lines. They have also been without power for more than twenty-four hours. The power outage extends to Peshastin. Blackbird Island has been flooded. Icicle Road and East Leavenworth Road are flooded and closed.

It’s mindboggling to think that trees that are hundreds of years old have crushed homes and that winds have torn off roofs. I thought only tornados do that.

Cashmere is also flooding. The river is rising and the waves are almost lapping up onto the bridge. It’s predicted to rise another three feet. Sandbagging is underway. A Red Cross station is being set up.

Landslides and torrential rain have caused extensive damage in Snoqualmie Pass and there is not talk of it reopening anytime soon. US 2 over Stevens Pass is also closed. Bad news for anyone headed to Seattle.

Please keep Washington in your prayers.

So I Went To The Hospital Last Night

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So I Went To The Hospital Last Night

Hospital MAC Aguascalientes Norte. This is an amazing facility in the north end of the city. Both the hospital and the adjacent medical tower feature state of the art equipment. There are 477 consulting rooms for the various specialists, one of whom I saw last night.

But I need to back this up a little. My friend Arcelia and her husband own a small cafe in San Marcos. I was having breakfast with Arcelia and two other friends yesterday when I mentioned that my ear was blocked. Arcelia immediately offered to take me to a doctor two doors down from the cafe. It was noon by now. After less than a 5 minute wait, we were shown into the examining room. Although my Spanish is quite good, it was nice to have Arcelia with me as a translator. I also had an app on my phone for medical terms in addition to the usual Google translator. In broken English and fluent Spanish, the doctor explained to me that he didn’t have the proper equipment to help me. I was rather surprised. In Canada my family doctor never had a problem with syringing my ears when necessary. After an approximately fifteen minute discussion, he referred me to a specialist at MAC. He also refused to charge me for the office visit. He felt badly that he couldn’t help me and had to refer me to a specialist. Just imagine a doctor in Canada or the USA doing that!

I was a little discouraged and more than a little anxious at this point. My ear had been blocked for 4 days. Arcelia then contacted the office of the ENT specialist and I was completely blown away that I had been given an appointment for 7 pm. Really? A referral to a specialist and being seen that very same day? Never would happen in Canada or the USA!

To my surprise the doctor spoke English. And I have to tell you, seeing a doctor here in Mexico is very different. It feels more like a social call. Once the doctor had entered my medical history on the computer, I was then guide over to a chair in front of a huge monitor on the wall, not your typical computer or TV screen. I was treated to a clear view of the impacted wax in my ear that had been causing me distress. The entire time she was working on my ears (and it turns out my good ear wasn’t really in that good a shape either) we talked about a variety of things, among them Arcelia’s cafe and the conversation club we have there. The doctor also checked my nose and throat while she was at it. Thankfully those were just fine.

An hour with the specialist and I walked out of there a different person. In just under $50 US, it came to hundreds of dollars less than the deductible on my travel health policy. I won’t even comment. You can draw your own conclusions. And the cost to park in the hospital parkade was about sixty cents US per hour.

By the way, I only use private clinics and hospitals. The government-run ones, such as IMSS, are a whole different story. Maybe I’ll save that for another blog post.

In the meantime, I’ve had to adjust the volume on my TV, my computer and my cellphone. And I’ve noticed just how loud the fan in my bedroom is!

On The Shelf Now

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On The Shelf Now

Today is Saturday and it’s the first gloomy day since I got here in October. I was just outside throwing out some trash and noted the cloudy skies and the cool temperature. Rain is on the way and the forecasted high is only 62 degrees, well below the norm for this time of year. It’s a good day to hibernate indoors.

I watched a movie earlier. And now it’s time to do some reading. I’m in the midst of John Grisham’s new book, The Widow. I enjoy his books and I admire him as a writer. His background as a lawyer and politician enable him to realistically portray courtroom battles as well as the injustice that often rears its ugly head in the legal system.

I grew up watching Perry Mason. That TV series now seems like a fairy tale compared with what goes on today. Grisham presents it much more realistically. You may argue that the times have changed and our society today isn’t what it was back in the 50s and 60s. While that is true, greed and ambition have always been there along with the arrogance that appears to be synonymous with the legal profession.

The Lincoln Lawyer. Matt Haller has his own take on the legal system. He doesn’t sit back and watch injustice repeat itself. He meets it head-on, desperately attempting to fight for change while aiding his clients. He gives loopholes a new meaning, when they’re actually used to defend the innocent instead of protecting the guilty.

And now it’s time to get back to reading The Widow by John Grisham.

Have You Heard The News? What Did It Say?

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Have You Heard The News? What Did It Say?

Yes I’m on Facebook. And I am quite aware that a great deal of false information is easily spread. I disregard most of it until I have a chance to check out reliable sources. I’m amazed at just how much is exaggerated or enhanced by those who love to gossip. And I have no patience for this.

Here in Mexico the farmers continue their blockades on the highways. They are protesting the new water law. They are protesting the price of corn. They are frustrated and angry. And so is anyone attempting to travel on the highways.

However that seems minor compared with what’s going on in the news in East Wenatchee, Washington. I’ve called this city home for the past three summers. And it has changed drastically in three years, and not for the better.

Spacious single family homes are now being subdivided into duplexes. In conversations with my neighbors during this past summer, I learned that many homes are being rented out as the market is down. Even plummeting prices have not encouraged people to buy. It is common for four or five college students to share a house. My neighbor even told me of one house down the street which three married couples are sharing.

The other night there was an armed home invasion down the street from where I’ve stayed. A couple of weeks ago a teenager in the neighborhood was arrested for possession of illegal guns and threatening neighbors and police. Last winter I read about meth labs that were busted close to where I was staying. And the high speed car chases aren’t limited to Wenatchee. There are also incidences of gangs fighting, especially near the mall. And there was more than one murder in the area last summer.

People in East Wenatchee are quick to blame the gangs for spilling over the George Sellar Bridge and into East Wenatchee from Wenatchee. And of course they take it further and blame the immigrants, particularly the illegal ones. However I believe there’s a lot more to it than that. I don’t think the kids in East Wenatchee are all the innocent darlings their parents believe them to be either.

And I wonder what I’ll read in the news about East Wenatchee in the coming months before my time in Mexico comes to an end this winter.

Digital Creator

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Digital Creator

I recently accepted a friend request on Facebook from someone who I know personally as a retired teacher and a writer of science-fiction. Upon scrolling through his bio and posts, I encountered the term “digital creator.” As I’m not entirely familiar with that expression I decided to do some investigating.

A digital creator writes their own posts. A digital creator doesn’t just share posts that others have written. A digital creator produces original content. This can be in the form of writing, photos or videos. Live events also fall into this category.

A digital creator encourages followers to interact and engage in conversation rather than just react with a like or other emoji. Of course the content must be meaningful and have substance for that to happen. And it certainly does on my new friend’s newsfeed. Comments on posts are interesting and informative and well worth reading.

As my friends all know, I don’t usually scroll on Facebook. I post links to my blog and occasionally tag people in photos. I also check out a couple of writers’ groups I belong to. I do not consider myself to be a digital creator.

While I seldom scroll on Facebook, I just may make an exception and follow my new friend on Facebook. You see, normally I don’t follow people on Facebook. I have close to 600 friends on Facebook and I refuse to waste valuable time scrolling through all their posts. If it’s something important, send me a private message. Those I do check regularly.

A writer walks into a bar. The bartender asks, “Have you written your 1000 words today? You told me not to sell you a drink until you hit your word count goal for the day.” A writer walks out of a bar.

Happy Humpday!