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It Only Takes One

Check out the March issue of  Open Heart Forgery, a free local publication in Halifax, Nova Scotia. I’ve had several poems published in this pamphlet of a magazine. It’s actually not hard; if there’s room and one’s poem is reasonably okay, it’ll be published. (At least, that’s my understanding.) Poems must be a maximum of 28  lines long and a max of 43 letters wide. Only one submission per author per month and a max of four poems per year. One must be a resident of HRM (Halifax Regional Municipality).

Here is my poem, “It Only Takes One”:

The night is hollow and cold,
and I’m alone in blackness;
I’ve never liked the dark,
don’t like what I can’t see.

Stars are funny creatures,
resting and hiding by day;
They emerge at night to party,
when their florid faces glow.

They glare at us, those stars,
spying upon us in the quiet;
And we stare back at them,
seeking fruitless fantasies.

I’ve never liked the dark,
Don’t like what I can’t see;
I beg I beg upon one star,
Please let my wish come true.

New post on Open Heart Forgery

March 2018

by ohforgery

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View Issue vol. 9, no. 2
ISSN 2369-6516 (Print)
ISSN 2369-6524 (Online)

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I Lost It!

I lost my bank card today! Yikes! (Or, at least, discovered today I had lost it!)

I’m not surprised, actually. I jam stuff into my purse and never put cards and bills where they should be. If I’m at the ATM and someone’s behind me, I stuff even faster and haphazardly so I don’t inconvenient anyone. In the end, I have inconvenienced only me.

Who knows where my bank card disappeared to. Today’s the 17th, and, strangely, I do have the last withdrawal slip, dated the 12th. Funny, cause the two—my card and receipt—are usually jammed in my purse together. Figures I would lose the more important of the two!

This might not be a big deal, except we’re in Mexico. There’s the language barrier, the fact we’re far from home without access to our personal banking personnel and other funds, the very real possibility someone has accessed our account and depleted our funds. And, if someone has scoffed our money, another very real possibility Hubby may expect me to replenish the funds from my money. Another yikes! Oops!

Of course, when I discovered the loss, on the street, outside the ATM, the bank was closed for the day. We headed for our planned dinner, all the while Hubby chastising me. Yeah, but I deserved it, so I couldn’t say much. “You should let me handle the money and the card,” he yakked. Yeah, I guess so, I thought, but I felt a bit of power handling finances in Mexico, since at home, things are: his or mine; not ours.

I asked him if he had his bank card with him. “No,” he said. “I never had one.”

“Of course you did,” I said. “You had one at home.”

“Nope, I never had a card,” said he.

“Yes, you did. It was in your wallet, but no doubt you don’t have it here,” (thinking he wouldn’t carry his entire wallet around in Mexico). He kept insisting he didn’t have a card.

When we returned home, he opened his wallet. Voila, there it was! I kept quiet.

We returned to the bank. “I have to,” I said. “I won’t sleep tonight wondering whether our money is intact or not.”

Luckily, the money was intact. And Hubby’s card worked, despite him not remembering his password or even knowing he possessed the card. I saved the day! I remembered his password.

So, tomorrow we head to the bank again. I hope they can just cancel my card and not have to cancel his card and reissue all new cards, for that will only add to my stress. It was hard enough getting the online access set up and learn the process. If I have to go through all that again, I will scream!

Nothing’s easy in Mexico.

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Mexico, eh?

Mexico, eh? Wow! Must be nice! The hot weather. Lolling on the beach sipping piña coladas. Collecting those little umbrellas and fancy straws.

Yep, I’ve been in Mexico for two weeks now, and, I suppose compared to Canada, the weather here is nicer than subzero temps and snow shovelling.

But it’s not Mexico weather!

I’m lying in bed, at almost three in the morning, listening to the rain pelt on the clay-tiled roof and hit the luscious private patio next to our bedroom sliding door. The wind is rustling through the trees and hitting the bougainvilleas climbing up the wall across from me, but not loud enough to mask the intermittent thunder. An occasional lightning bolt flashes into our room. Hubby snores beside me.

This isn’t the Mexico I signed up for. Hubby and I haven’t seen the sun in three days, and we’re missing our early morning exercise runs. To those people back home, none of the above beach stuff is existing in my life. For one thing, we aren’t in one of the hot-spot tourist resorts, so we’ll never be lounging beachside sucking syrupy drinks. But that’s quite okay, since Hubby and I aren’t beach people.

Instead, we’re in our second “home” in Ajijic, which my daughter calls the seniors’ place. The weather should be nicer. This is more rain and chilliness in December than Ajijic has had for many years, and everyone is complaining about their cold homes. There’s no such thing here as central heating. Some lucky ones have electric heaters, with the downside of racking up already sky-high electric bills, but in this abominable temperature, no one will mind a few more pesos. Still other luckier ones are cozying up to their gas fireplaces. Hubby and I, well—we have a different tale. We allowed our long-term renters to remain in our house (complete with two gas fireplace and an electric heater), while we rented a house this season. Unfortunately, our rental has neither a fireplace nor an electric heater, and, because of the direction this house faces, the sun, even when it’s shining, doesn’t even begin to heat the place. We’ve been cold since the day we arrived, despite the 20+ temps outside. The only place we can find warmth is sitting in the car with the heater full blast or snuggling in bed. Restaurants with fireplaces are hard to come by, but we’ve been looking. I’ve been to Walmart numerous times to purchase sweaters and long-sleeved tops and fluffy socks.

We did break down yesterday and called our renters to see if we could confiscate our electric heater, if they weren’t using it, of course. “No problemo,” they said. We enjoyed two minutes of heat from it, until it blew up.

When I disentangle myself from Hubby to look at the clock, I bolt upright when I see the time.

“Do you know it’s ten o’clock,” I say.

“Yes,” Hubby replies. “But what’s the sense in getting up when it’s cold and rainy and there’s nothing to do?”  Poor Hubby, who’s usually at work by eight, has been bundled up reading more books in the last few days than he has in his entire life.

I googled Ajijic’s long-range temperature. Looks like we’re in for another week of this stuff, although the temps for each day are increasing in increments of a degree a day. Wow! We might get warm someday!

I hope Ajijic will soon be back to normal, so I can at least pretend to my buddies back home that I am sitting on a beach drinking piña coladas. Because, despite not boasting a Puerto Vallarta beach, Ajijic is “beach” to me when I bask in the sun  or stroll down the malecón or admire Lake Chapala as it spreads toward the mountains.

 

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