Back in 2008 she noticed a trend—
Every patient chart had the same new friend.
Statins for breakfast, statins for tea,
“Preventative care,” they said cheerfully.
Paper charts vanished, scanners arrived,
Suddenly “progress” had fully survived.
Policies brewing in D.C. that day,
While common sense quietly slipped away.
Her house once valued at four-fifty grand,
Turned into Monopoly money in hand.
Poof went the equity—just like that,
But hey… at least the spreadsheets looked fat.
Then nursing school numbers began to shrink,
“Normal” blood pressure? Rethink, rethink.
What once was fine was suddenly dire—
Congrats! You're sick. Please see the cashier.
Glucose lines shifted, the thresholds fell,
Healthy last year? Too bad—oh well.
By lunchtime half the town could be told,
“You’re hypertensive, diabetic… and old.”
She didn’t want glory, applause, or a stage,
Just quietly watched the medical page.
Raised one eyebrow, tilted her head,
“Funny how illness spreads on paper,” she said.
So she packed a bag with a sideways grin,
And plotted an exit from where she'd been.
“They’re calling you crazy!” the neighbors would say—
She waved from the border and drifted away.
Now she lives where the ocean and palm trees sway,
Far from the noise of the grand USA.
They called her crazy then—still do today…
She just laughs softly
and sips her café.
Porch sittin.
Happy Thursday day in man-made time.
One more sleep then heading from the Pacific Ocean to the Gulf.
...leaving on a jet plane.
Last minute errands and packing today.
Enjoy 🥰
Note...I rarely do fb, however there are fb groups locally that post events and music and entertainment.
That said, my son posted a request for someone to recreate the CA jimboy taco here in Manzanillo.
Unbelievable (not really, same old hags comment),
"Go back home, you need to assimilate " 😂
"Ground beef tacos, what the hell is wrong with you trying to change the culture "😂
"No way should you do that, USA citizen not allowed to bring American ideas here"🤣
Many more...from Canada and USA peeps living here😂
My son is like me...had the perfect comebacks calling these hypocrites out.😅
Anyway, a local restaurant messaged him privately. And tonight Jesse and I are invited to his restaurant for a private taste test. The owner is Mexican and used to live in San Francisco 😅
We will host a private event soon, invite only excluding and exposing the naysayers.😅
...all in a day's work.
Fucking people are weird!😅
Love in Spanish is much clearer than the love I grew up with.
Two months into dating my partner, I heard "te quiero." To my gringa ears, that meant "I love you," and it felt too soon for words so heavy. I smiled and didn’t say much back.
What I didn’t understand was that it wasn't too soon at all. It was the right word for the moment, a clear sign that feelings were developing.
I was the one without the vocabulary.
When "te amo" came around, months later, I had learned the difference. I said it first, knowing exactly what it meant.
In English, we hand someone a word and ask them to figure out the weight. Spanish gives you the vocabulary to express it all, at every stage.