Carlitones

Así llamó a mi querido primo-hermano Carlos; Su padre, mi tío Carlos, lo llama Carlitos como también lo hace su madre Titi (hermana de mi madre y mi tía-madrina); Para añadir a la confusión, su primer hijo también se llama Carlos y lo llamamos Carlitos (o también le llamamos Chez); Pero yo llamo a mi primo-hermano como siempre lo llamé desde niño: Carlitones. Porque aunque era tres años menor que yo, siempre fue más apuesto, nadaba más rápido, era más arriesgado y por supuesto esquiaba mucho mejor que yo. Fue Campeón Nacional de Esquí Acuático con tan solo doce años.

Mi papel, como primo mayor, fue siempre protegerlo cuando estaba presente pero al final no lo pude hacer; No porque no estaba presente sino porque es el inescapable destino de todos: Lamentablemente, Carlitones ya no está con nosotros; Ha partido a otro plano.

Una de las cosas que siempre admiré de Carlitones es que sabía que tenía una vida privilegiada, la cual compartía cuando era posible; Desde una entrada a un concierto o un viaje a Chuspa, con bellas sifrinas, en su vehículo 4×4. Su forma de ser podría ser calificada como “El Hedonista Mecánico” —Asi lo titulé en un escrito de mi último viaje a Venezuela—

En realidad su actitud laissez faire lo ha debido ser un gran jefe inspirando responsabilidad y crecimiento personal. Pudiera no ser muy aparente pero fue también la forma como crio a sus dos hijos Chez y Alejo, productos del gran amor de su vida, una bella mujer que lo acompañó en las buenas y en las malas, hasta el final de sus días: La Gallega.

En una de sus visitas a California fuimos a esquiar en nieve, a uno de mis lugares favoritos: Squaw Valley en Lake Tahoe. Fue una de las actividades en que fui comparable con él porque fui adicto a esquiar en nieve. Nunca tuvimos la oportunidad de esquiar en Las Leñas, Argentina como lo habíamos planificado antes de mi skiing misfortune. C’est la vie!

Hace cuatro años fue la última vez que nos vimos, cuando me visitó con mi otro primo-hermano Juanin en mi actual residencia en el Sur de California. Hizo una parrillada espectacular y como sobró mucha comida, la compartió con un sortario grupo que estaba jugando cartas en la piscina de mi residencia. Tanto él como Juanin estaban usando trajes de baño tipo Speedo que en California solo lo usan los maricones (o los nadadores de competencia), resultando en situaciónes muy divertidas.

También fuimos a mi oficina y a almorzar en el muelle más bonito del Sur de California: San Clemente. Logré que mis primos usaran mis camisas de trabajo, las cuáles les quedaron grandes pero resultamos vernos muy cómicos y por supuesto también muy guapos.

Como decía nuestro tio Juan: —Al cual nunca lo vi leyendo una Biblia o visitando a una iglesia (excepto por un bautizo, una comunión o un matrimonio)—

Amaos los unos a los otros.

Juan 13:34-35 —
¡QEPD querido primo-hermano Carlitones!

All Hallows’ Eve

Courtesy of https://apod.nasa.gov/apod

I’m becoming an old man; I find that nothing puts the day in perspective than wake-up routines. One of the first routines I do is to check with my mom to see what phone wallpaper she’s chosen for the day. When I first suffered my skiing injury, I was in Craig hospital for four months and she would call me daily to inquire on my well-being with an invariable: “How are you feeling today?” At the time, she lived by herself in Solares, a little town in northern Spain close to where she was born, and I would also worry about her well-being. I decided that instead of asking the same question every day, we could start our chats by playing a little game: I installed two apps on her phone that changes her wallpaper to whatever she chooses: An astronomy picture or a scenic/nature one; APOD got real cute today and decided to celebrate Halloween by publishing these pictures today.


Courtesy of https://www.getdailyart.com

Another one of my wake-up routines (and the last one before checking my daily schedule) is to check out DailyArt which chose “Memento Mori Mosaic from Pompeii” to celebrate Halloween and I found it very appropriate:

“This Roman mosaic from one of the houses in Pompeii (it was placed in the triclinium, which was a formal dining room) represents the Wheel of Fortune which, as it turns, can make the rich (symbolized by the purple cloth on the left) poor and the poor (symbolized by the goatskin at right) rich; in effect both states are very precarious, with death never far and life hanging by a thread: when it breaks, the soul (symbolized by the butterfly) flies off. And thus are all made equal! The theme, like the skeletons on the silverware in the treasure of Boscoreale, was intended to remind diners of the fleeting nature of earthly fortunes.”


Courtesy of https://www.imdb.com/

I cannot think of a better Halloween than one spent binging on horror movies while munching on seasonal candy; I know of at least one lady who has probably seen every movie on this list. [Insert emoticon or emoji here] ©

Do in the Present!

Do in the Present!
Courtesy of https://www.allgreatquotes.com

As I get older, I find that I have to plan my weeks in advance. Not only do I rely on my caregivers, I also have a lot of people that rely on me and having a calendar event or reminder, allows me to schedule my time properly.

I like to have a main theme that I rotate for the weeks ahead and I find that these three sentences put the coming weeks in perspective:

  • Learn from the Past
  • Do in the Present
  • Plan for the Future

This week (44th of the year) is important: Not only do we merrily celebrate Halloween, but also Daylight Savings Time ends. And of course, it’s “Do in the Present!”

9/11: A shocking day for our great Nation; And an awful day for me!

One World Trade Center

Courtesy of https://www.architecturalrecord.com

If you have previously visited my blog, you know I wrote with great passion about the original 9/11 in A Change of Seasons.

This year, I feel like a personally devastating 9/11 is happening to me. You see, on Labor Day I met with my paralegal; she was notarizing my signature to end my marriage of 37 years! I am a romantic at heart, and even though she could file the final divorce papers that day, I asked her to wait until 9/11 so I could say that I was legally married to beautiful Mik for 37 years —Mik: nickname for my ex-wife Sally, that I gave her after she corrected me; her maiden last name McFerren is pronounced MikFerren and not MacFerren— Even though we were legally married at the Santa Ana courthouse on 8/12/1983, very few people knew about it, we consider our actual wedding day to be 9/10/1983, when we were married in the suburbs of Akron, Ohio, at a little church, where Mik’s parents, family and friends worshipped. We actually did not celebrate with our California friends until we returned from Ohio —We hosted a great party cruising on the Kon Tiki in beautiful Newport Beach harbor—

The last two and a half years have been awful, but we had 35 years of wonderful marriage. So why are we divorcing? It seems I was getting too mean! Mik would disregard my skiing misfortune handicap and make me late for all my personal and business appointments; a trait that does not define me! As a matter of fact, people know that if I make an appointment with them and they’re five minutes late and I don’t hear from them, I simply leave. I resolved that issue by telling Mik that my appointments were ½ hour earlier. But I am the male of the species and I have to take responsibility in the matter: We mismanaged a lot of money, and Mik decided that the best solution for my immediate future, was to retire me to a nursing home; Of course, after the wonderful life that I had been leading, I didn’t like this proposition at all. That and some financial decisions which I didn’t agree with, turned me mean again and she filed for a legal separation after avoiding marriage counseling that I had proposed. Because of my condition, I might end up in a nursing home after all, but at the age of 55, I wasn’t ready for it. I guess we have irreconcilable differences.

But not all should be considered doom and gloom; We have two (adult) children: A handsome young man and a beautiful girl (I know she is now a young lady, but she will always be my beautiful girl) . And I was able to provide a great life for them and Mik. They grew up in heavenly SoCal and I have always been able to provide great homes for them. Our children are not saddled with student loans and they attended well-known universities, including studies abroad. I was lucky to be able to provide financial resources, most of the time, and Mik worked as she pleased or not at all whenever possible. We were also lucky to have exotic vacations in my native Venezuela, Spain and Hawaii as well as the beautiful US southwest. All my material accomplishments were always accompanied with immeasurable love.

No matter what the future holds, I will keep telling my doctors and therapists, our families and friends and most people I meet that I wouldn’t be alive without the love and attention that Mik provided me during my recuperation from my skiing misfortune. I have always been a pretty active guy challenging myself in marathonic sports events and it could not have been easy to see your spouse almost die and with many tubes coming out of his body while in the ICU and reduced to a severely phisically handicapped person thereafter.

So what will I do know? Will I reinvent myself? 2020 has taught us not to make detailed plans because they can be unexpectedly derailed. One thing that I know for certain is that where two magnificent towers stood side by side, now a gleaming skyscraper has been proudly built. Alas, it stands by itself!