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[Thursday
September 23rd, 2010 at 10:40am] |
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Plans for the Día de los Inocentes dinner are being finalized, just a little behind schedule. I would have liked to have a caterer finalized two weeks ago, but it is surprisingly hard to find one who specializes in authentic foods and actually knows what they are talking about.
We had a tiny little snag with one of the volunteers who had been enlisted to take the children trick-or-treating. The poor dear's husband was found in the river last week and she has been busy handling his affairs. She will be back to work, better than ever, in no time - especially when she discovers that he had been seeing two other women while he was meant to be on business trips. Technically three, but she will only find out about two. In the meantime, I have had to find someone to take her place. We will see how everyone fares; it is always a good time of year to find out which ones behave when they are not under my watchful gaze.
There is only one last arrangement to be made and while I have had plenty of calls and visits from perfectly eligible society men, I have not yet found one I find suitable to accompany me to this dinner. You would think they would be more interested in the charity than in the hostess, but it seems not. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I already have my eye on one and he has yet to make any move. This simply will not do at all.
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[Wednesday
August 25th, 2010 at 6:56pm] |
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Nineteen bodies found in a mine shaft last week, seventy-two found on a ranch this week. Fifty-five in June; then six more - three of those with no hearts. Dozens more. Decapitated. Hearts cut out. Tortured. They say it is drug cartels, but I cannot believe every act of violence is to be blamed on them - what is the purpose of torturing and cutting the hearts from so many people? But there are things that men cannot - or refuse to - believe and in my heart I feel there is a bigger explanation for this, but we will never know what it is. There is violence in their blood, there always has been.
I have no connection to this, except that it is my home that is being torn apart by all of this. But I refuse to believe the cartels are the only answer; it is simply the one they are most willing to believe. When we turn a blind eye to things that slowly destroy out people, there are consequences greater than anyone involved can imagine. This is a thing I know from experience.
The children will go back to school on Monday. This gives me time to think, to do things that need to be done. Perhaps time to find an outlet for this anger. They have been so well-behaved, I do not know what to do with myself.
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[Monday
August 16th, 2010 at 10:44pm] |
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It was a long flight back from Arizona and, as much as I enjoyed the little vacation, I always miss a big city when I'm away from it. There is just so much more excitement here and yet, it is much quieter in ways. Everything is systematic, chaos is predictable. I enjoy this.
I also miss my orphanage when I am not tending to it, my children. And though they were left in very capable hands - no one knows how to take care of them as well as I do. And despite the weather, the northness of it, the beaches and the nearness to the water makes it better than the middle of the desert. There is a charm to this place.
But first to do something about this jet-lag, then tomorrow we will make sure all the children are ready to begin their classes again, before we start making calls for the winter fundraisers. A terrible lot of business and excitement, but at least it does not give us time to dwell.
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[Monday
January 4th, 2010 at 5:18pm] |
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Second date with the repair man from a couple weeks ago. He takes off his ring, doesn't mention his family. I wonder if he does it because he thinks it will make me uncomfortable or because he feels uncomfortable. And should I be flattered that he is so "considerate" towards my feelings? He could feel uncomfortable, though. A married man.
It's been a while since I've strung someone along this long, but he hasn't made any move to do anything physical and maybe I like the attention he can be a gentleman, at least. Though I have been trying to get his home phone number so I can call his wife and tell her where he is. For all I know she could take care of the problem and I won't have to dirty my hands.
I do need to get him alone and undressed, though. And distracted. You find the most interesting things about men in their phones and wallets. Business cards, phone numbers, condoms that are clearly an attempt to overcompensate in and of themselves. There used to be a day where I would lure any man to the water, but I didn't have children to take care of then. I can't be reckless when I can't pack up and move at a moment's notice. So things have to be done with more thought and finesse.
Oh, and speaking of the children, it's dinnertime.
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[Thursday
December 24th, 2009 at 5:52pm] |
The children have been an absolute handful all evening, as though all the bottled-up anticipation for Christmas has burst and is spilling all over tonight. Dinner was chaotic to say the least, but I think they've all been calmed now. Hot cocoa and gingerbread men has been passed around and a couple of the younger girls have been singing The Twelve Days of Christmas and Santa Claus is Coming to Town with the young ones. I just heard someone trying to teach a few of the older ones El Cant des Ocells. Sometimes I think... Maybe this is all not so bad after all. The charity event went well. I found a stunning dress - red, of course - and ended up finding plenty of entertainment despite having not bothered looking for a date. But of course there are always men at these things - wealthy men with nothing better to do - looking for someone to be seen with. He was 27, married, with two small boys. Was. I took him some place where he won't ever leave his wife and children again. I told his wife to consider it a Christmas gift. But goodness, it's getting a touch late and the babies need to be put to bed. |
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[Wednesday
December 16th, 2009 at 8:23pm] |
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Some days it seems like the work is never done.
The heat on the second floor of the children's dormitories went out in the middle of the night last night and there was a rush to get everyone moved to the first floor and in bedrooms where there was heat. And thank goodness they all had school today too, even if everyone was a bit tired and hard to get moving this morning. But I sat around and waited all day for a repairman to come looking at it and it was nearly supper time before anyone showed up. But thankfully it all got fixed before we had to shuffle the children back to bed. Now everyone is warm and cozy again.
Repairmen are odd things though, aren't they? So eager to be helpful. So eager to twist their wedding rings off when they see a pretty lady running the show. And having the confidence to as me if I was married. Of course I took his number when he gave it. We'll see what comes of this - how far he's willing to before he admits that he has a wife. If he admits that he has one.
And speak of the devil! A text message. You'd think these men would learn from Tiger Woods. If I could only get my hands around his pretty neck...
I suppose I should start thinking about winding down tonight. It's bound to be another day full of excitement tomorrow and this will be my last couple of days to go into the city and find a dress for the charity ball this weekend. Always leaving things for the last minute, aren't I?
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