Heading to Brownsville and Yalui Village
I decide to call my daughter tonite, as my grandson's school has
closed due to this 'new' coronavirus' scare, to ask her if she wants me
to come to Atlanta. She doesn't call me back so I figure she has it
covered.
I have vague memories of SARS and the trumpeting of fear and racism around some huge horrific anti-freedom communist virus coming from China. I basically ignored it then - as I am doing now - and it disappeared, or never hit this country to the extent prophesied. And as then, I know I am healthy: I rarely get a cold let alone the flu. I can't remember ever getting the flu in my entire life. Granted, my memory is overloaded but I think I'd remember if I'd had the flu.
When my goddess daughter was an infant living with me almost 30 years ago, she had mighty powerful germs, especially after she started playing with other toddlers and that was the sickest I ever got. But I doubt if I get a cold every 5 years. So I'm not a likely host for any virus.
I've spent three lovely days with Cemelli and Ame - time has flown by so quickly, I could stay many more days but I'm anxious to get back on the road, back to my life and work. Plus I need to test out my truck and make sure all is well.
Although I would be willing to leave my truck at Cemelli's and fly to Atlanta to do grandmother duty.
It's a little over 800 miles to Brownsville. I intend to go to Yalui Village first and then to Brownsville. Mario has found me a place to park while I'm in Brownsville. I'm looking forward to connecting more with the Sidewalk School, as well as Abuelas Y Tias Enojadas, and the border support group that is the only indigenous refugee-led group (I'm spacing their name...)
The only other hitch, besides waiting to hear back from Tessie, is that my eyeglasses were supposed to be here at El Paso post office today & they haven't yet arrived. The clerk is willing to forward them to the Brownsville post office, which is great. I appreciate post office folks soooo much!
It's raining hard by the time I'm ready to give up on hearing from Tess, a little lighting as well. I head out into yet another cleansing night!
I have vague memories of SARS and the trumpeting of fear and racism around some huge horrific anti-freedom communist virus coming from China. I basically ignored it then - as I am doing now - and it disappeared, or never hit this country to the extent prophesied. And as then, I know I am healthy: I rarely get a cold let alone the flu. I can't remember ever getting the flu in my entire life. Granted, my memory is overloaded but I think I'd remember if I'd had the flu.
When my goddess daughter was an infant living with me almost 30 years ago, she had mighty powerful germs, especially after she started playing with other toddlers and that was the sickest I ever got. But I doubt if I get a cold every 5 years. So I'm not a likely host for any virus.
I've spent three lovely days with Cemelli and Ame - time has flown by so quickly, I could stay many more days but I'm anxious to get back on the road, back to my life and work. Plus I need to test out my truck and make sure all is well.
Although I would be willing to leave my truck at Cemelli's and fly to Atlanta to do grandmother duty.
It's a little over 800 miles to Brownsville. I intend to go to Yalui Village first and then to Brownsville. Mario has found me a place to park while I'm in Brownsville. I'm looking forward to connecting more with the Sidewalk School, as well as Abuelas Y Tias Enojadas, and the border support group that is the only indigenous refugee-led group (I'm spacing their name...)
The only other hitch, besides waiting to hear back from Tessie, is that my eyeglasses were supposed to be here at El Paso post office today & they haven't yet arrived. The clerk is willing to forward them to the Brownsville post office, which is great. I appreciate post office folks soooo much!
It's raining hard by the time I'm ready to give up on hearing from Tess, a little lighting as well. I head out into yet another cleansing night!
posted by Xan @ 11:27 PM
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