It's hard out here for a

Blogger with no internet.

To the readers of this blog, I apologize for not posting for far too long, but do I have an excuse, sort of… no internet. I can walk to the neighbors yard and pick up a signal, but it feels strange standing out there with a laptop. I guess I could sit down. However, in a couple of days, actually tomorrow, I get a wireless card. Then it will be back in the groove.

And thanks to the people who have written asking if I am OK. Yes, I am, more than ever. I always say, at times, one has to choose between living and blogging and baby, this is living. It’s been tiring, but rewarding. I do look forward to getting back into some sort of routine that allows for regular posting.

It’s been an interesting few days. I have probably gone through a variation of what many people go through when they move into a new place, lots of running around, lots of shopping, lots of cleaning and a little apprehension, “Is this the right thing to do?’

And as I sit at the table after my first few night’s sleep in a new bed, drinking my first cups of coffee (of course, from Nuevo Mundo – there’s a link to the right,) listening to Keith Jarrett, it occurs to me, that this was a long time in coming.

For years, I dreamt about having a place in Oaxaca and I suppose there were people who were more confident than me, that I would actually do it. Well, baby. Here I are.

I have almost all the essentials, a few nice new gardenia bushes, some jasmine, lots of indoor and outdoor plants… ah, and yes, coffee, music, a bed, refrig, dishes, water, electricity, but no internet… yet.

My thanks to Antonio Ruiz, the fine weaver from Teotitlan del Valle, who gave me a pile of rugs to try out in the house. I can see now, I want bright colors throughout the place.

There is a very special rug calling my name for the upstairs room, but it will just have to wait.

Those of you who know me, know that this is like going cold turkey, like ripping those intravenous intertubes right outta my arm.

It is probably better because it disrupts my normal morning routine of reading the news and checking all the blogs I follow. I get to listen to the sounds around this place. No goats, sheep, cows, turkeys as there are in San Agustin. A few roosters, some dogs, geckos, wonderful birds… and very, very distant traffic.

I should add that the house is very close to a large federal police training center, so every now and then I hear them doing calisthenics and once a week there is target practice. It is all very cool... as long as they don't aim high.

I should be back posting later today or tomorrow. In the meantime, enjoy the band.