This image was captured the night of the Festival of St. Jude when the street was blocked off for a Mexican brass band, dancing Matachines, and a quinceñera. The group of kids playing soccer grew and shrank over the five hours of the festivities, but it never stopped. This same group of kids plays street soccer every evening their parents let them until 9:00 PM. It is just amazing. There are a couple of really privileged kids among them that have portero guantes which seem very, very cool to me and I wish I had some, too.
My brother-in-law, Lauro, took this photo last night of an event that was organized just by the people on our block. It was actually kind of a double event consisting of Matachines dancing to the music of a Mexican brass band with an excellent singer and a quinceñera after party. This was certainly not an official city event, but the people blocked off the street, there were lots of onlookers in lawn chairs on the sidewalk with food and drink everywhere. The setting was incredible with the colorful house, colorful dances, mountain backdrop and lots of happy people. I went out to see what was going on and a bunch of people, known and unknown, made sure I knew I was welcome and would I like to have a beer. It surely seems like we are living in the right place.
I am missing my Barcalounger, but I have finally found a pretty reasonable work-around until we can get into our house up the hill–God willing, I will be able to buy one. I am amazed at how much we are enjoying our apartment. Lorena has been adding plants and other touches and doing her OCD cleaning thing, so it just keeps getting better and better. We think we will have to move out to the other house because Lynn will have one floor done up there and wants to rent the apartment as he prepares to put it on the market and sell it. In the meantime, I am enjoying my new reading station quite a lot.
Every night at about 10 pm, a guy walks through our neighborhood pushing a cart and screaming, “Elotes!” He is in the corn-on-the=cob business and from all we can tell, it is booming. We have taken to buying one or two ourselves one or two times per week. It is not nearly as good as fresh corn-on-the-cob in season in the Oregon, but it is pretty good. The only rub is that he only sells it with chile sauce and mayonnaise. Lorena likes it that way, but I have to add my own butter and salt. This is just another good reason to lover our neighborhood.
I finished reading the Volume 5 of Answering Jewish Objections to Jesus last week and started on a collection of works titled The Beloved Works of C.S. Lewis. I have been looking forward to reading Surprised by Joy, the first work in the collection after having been impacted so greatly by C.S. Lewis’s Mere Christianity but wanted to finish the Jewish Objections series first. Dr. Michael Brown does an admirable job with this series and, just like Mere Christianity, I attribute God’s providence to the timing in which a read it. Mere Christianity seemed to apply directly to my own personal need for guidance on how to live a life of worship given my belief in Jesus and the scriptures while the books on Judaism helped me to understand toxic pathologies common to many varieties of religion, especially the judeo-christian variety, due to the enforcement of tradition by religious elites that has little or nothing to do with scripture. The reading of these both Mere Christianity and the Jewish Objections series were both timely and, I believe, necessary although I have to admit that the former was edifying and optimistic while the latter was a warning not to regress to how I have lived most of my life nor let it take hold again in some other form.
I have now read the first several chapters of Surprised by Joy. So far, it seems to be taking me on an optimistic path. I just read several paragraphs on prayer that were kind of a gut punch. C.S. Lewis, one more time, described a defect he felt he suffered in his effort to pray that mirror what I perceive to be my own defect. I am looking forward to reading what he did about it.
Lorena and I got married in Monterrey 32 years ago today, not too far from where we are living now in San Pedro. It was one of the very best decision I ever made and am more thankful than ever that Lorena was willing to marry me. We are going to go out and celebrate tomorrow night.
Still marveling at what a great place we have to throw a party. We are rapidly getting to the point where the place will be finished other than for regular maintenance and then we will move out and put the whole thing up for sale. We are hoping to have at least a minimal setup for having dinners in an area with a view by the time the kids get here for Christmas, but we are not sure we will make it.
Lorena and I pick up habits easily. Sometimes they are good ones. For the last three Sunday’s we have visited Aló Café in the center of San Pedro Garza García for brunch and then walked to Casa Casco for a coffee and a cookie. We plan to keep it up while we are here and cannot imagine that we will get tired of it.
Lynn grilled steak, lamb, and hot dogs for the whole family at a party thrown for me on our terrace. It was an amazing evening. Everyone sang “La mañanitas” before I blew out the candles on the cake at the right which is a mango cake, my favorite by far. The only way the party could have possibly been better is if Kelly and Christian would have been there. I am thankful to be here with my Mexican family and particularly thankful on my 69th birthday to have time with Grandma Conchita at this stage of our lives.
