Butternut Squash!!!!

We harvested and ate some of the butternut squash that the bad squirrel did not eat….it came back one day wih a friend,  Sigh…I have plans to build a large screened in growing area for the sensitive plants.  At least we got to enjoy these 2 and we have more almost ready to harvest, woot!


God Mothers for the Next Generation

About a month ago, we had a surprise visit of some mothers and students from one of the town schools.  Ana met them at the gate and after some conversation, called me to come over.  It turns out we had been invited to be the Comadres, or God Mothers, for the graduating class.  Me thinking: “ok…..what does that mean?”.  Ana was unsure also.  We accepted of course. Hilarious.

We asked her sister and the role was a little clearer….something about getting a little remembrance item for each student with the name of the school or their name printed on it.  OK.  Pens were tossed out as an idea.  OK.

Few days later we traveled to a local towns to hunt for a shop that knows more…..found one and ordered some little items.  I liked the little shot glasses for the boys because I assumed it was for High School students.  Turns out it was for middle school.  Oops.  In the meantime, we are still kind of clueless on our role.

Well, here in Mexico it’s traditional to ask people to be Compadres, or Godparents, for just about any occasion involving young people. Sometimes, they have a life long connection to that person that is sponsored and it’s an honor to be asked and to accept.

I am not Catholic but the first event was held in the church .  Imagine my surprise when Ana and I were seated up front in our own pew, right in front of the priest.  Didn’t understand a thing but lots of standing, sitting, singing and eating wafers dipped in wine.  Not me though.  Probably would burst into flames.

So now I am getting curious…..what is this thing again?  And what is the significance? Now I find out we are supposed to give a speech at their graduation.  Eek.  I wrote mine in English.

The graduation was a nice event, our speeches were a hit (Ana translated for me) and we hung out after to eat lunch with the teachers.  Great Fun!IMG_0323

Heartbreaking News

I know that the learning curve is high for me for living in a rural location.  I get it.  However…..some days are just too much and the other day I wondered if I can do this.  That day was the hardest one of all.

A little kitten has been visiting us lately and first wandered in when our front yard was getting the concrete paths.  My mom named him Buster.  We did not let him in the houses but when he showed up we fed him and he enjoyed playing in the yard with the other cats.

A few of the neighbors dogs have been getting into our property and chased our cats up a tree so I had been on the lookout for them and their owner.  Unfortunately for little Buster, I did not catch them in time to save his little life.

I regret not having the fence complete.  Perhaps that could have saved him.  Poor little baby.  He probably thought they wanted to play and instead spent his last moments in agony as we rushed to find a vet to put him down.  We never did.

One of the biggest differences here in Mexico is animal treatment. People don’t really care for domestic animals unless they can ride them or eat them.  Vets, as it turns out in our area, are very hesitant to euthanize animals and will only do so in dire situations.  Apparently the injections are highly regulated or something and the vets that day had none.  We had to take him to a friends that owns a gun.  It was a horrid day and one that will take forever, maybe never, to clear from my conscience.

Rest in Peace, poor little Buster.  Know you were loved for your short adorable life.