The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The same, only different

It seems like I go from taking care of one place to taking care of the other, San Sebastian Etla to The Garden City, Newton, MA.  The differences are profound.  For various reasons, those being cultural, financial, spiritual, aesthetic and a few others, I prefer the former.

I am a campesino in both places, except that there are no campesinos here, so I guess I am the guy who shows up every now and then to take care of the house.

Ah.... houses.  It is always something.  Problems and pests.  No, leaf-cutting ants here, but the temporary bane of my existence, squirrels. 
I had a friend that called them "rats with bushy tails."  I had not really ever cared one way or the other... until now.  They moved in and enjoyed the new insulation job I did in the attic and when I sealed that off, they moved into the roof over the kitchen, 

This was not good.  It was war.

I tried everything, but eventually went with a couple of Havahart traps, one of which was too small for the big boys.  However, I have managed to catch fifteen of the little darlings and relocate them in Norembega Park..... on the other side of the Charles River.  Plenty of oaks there and I hope they are happy.

I would add that I was surprised how dirty and disgusting the whole adventure has been.  Also, too, there were times when I felt like Travis Bickle.
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