Watering the median

It’s been quiet on this page the past month, but I want you to know there’s been a lot going on behind the scenes, things that will soon appear here.

At the risk of raising more questions than I answer (OK, that’s probably my actual intent), here are some points to be addressed and explained later.

* I secured an artist residency with a program in the small town of Chapala, located on Lake Chapala, a short distance south of Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico. Leah and I wrap up a four-week stay when we fly home early Saturday.

* We’ve met and made friends with some marvelous artists from the U.S., Canada and Great Britain.

* We’ve walked all over the town. In fact, since the taxi dropped us off March 2 and until another takes us to the city Friday afternoon, the only vehicles we’ve been in are local buses to make two trips to the neighboring town of Ajijic to visit a farmers’ market.

* Leah has greatly enhanced her Spanish skills and I’ve probably picked up a word or two.

* Our casita sits on the third floor overlooking a crazy intersection, providing hours of watching pedestrians, vehicles and horseback riders weaving in and out.

* There have been nice visits and interactions with local residents.

* The scenery of the lake is beautiful, dominated by a large flock of American white pelicans that are wrapping up their winter and heading north for the breeding season.

* The weather – as it is year-round, the literature says – has been perfect.

* As for the art portion, I came here with one certain goal – to get to know an area foreign to me well enough to use it to create a setting in a future book. That has been accomplished. My writing on book six of the JP Weiscarver Mystery Series has been at pretty much a stalemate for the past 30 months or so and I did not want to set myself up for failure by making that my goal. However, due in no small part to the encouragement of others here, I have made considerable headway on “The Reporter and the Apricot,” including figuring out that title won’t work.

That’s enough for now. Also coming will be photos. The only thing I forgot to bring with me was the cord to download my camera into my laptop. The photo above was one I took with my phone out of our casita’s kitchen window. This tanker truck came around often. The driver would cruise next to the median and the hose operator on top sprayed it with water. I’m not sure if it was more to water vegetation or to try to keep dust down during the dry season.

Lastly, if you have topics or questions you think I should address, send an email or private message or leave a comment below.

2 thoughts on “Adios”

    1. You are the first to ever call me on that, and, yes, that’s where I got it. I really know nothing of their story, however, except that Glen (as I remember) tracked down some graves in Bayside on Copano Bay north of Corpus Christi. I’m not even certain it’s spelled the way they did, but it’s not a very popular name … which fits my purposes just fine, too.


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