The Hungry Beast Strolls Downtown Las Cruces Searching For Food

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Ok, there really is no beast.  In fact, the hungry beast is me.  You probably guessed that, right?  I left the library after I worked on Tags for my blog posts.  I was famished.  I started walking down Main St., the main street of downtown Las Cruces, in search of a place to eat.  This was quite a feat.  It was around 6:30 pm and by now all the stores downtown that even exist were closed.  Yep, what few stores there are in the downtown were closed for the day.  With hardly any stores around that also means next to no restaurants, coffee shops or just charming eateries.  Which means the hungry beast I was would have a difficult time foraging for a place to satisfy my need for food within my budget. I was in luck!  Our local hamburger diner, Days Hamburgers, was open til 7:00 pm and I stopped in for a quick burger and fries.  What would our downtown do if Days was not here?  What would I have done if Days Hamburgers had gone the way of the dodo bird and just gone out of existence like the other restaurants have?  Thank goodness this was not the case and I enjoyed a fast food re-pass that I wolfed down before they closed. Days has been a downtown staple feeding famished people like me since 1932.  https://www.facebook.com/days.hamburgers

Unfortunately, our downtown is not a shinning example of Main Street U.S.A.  Check out this website to learn more about revitalizing downtowns throughout the country. http://www.preservationnation.org/main-street/about-main-street/    No matter how much our city council and the newspapers tout our beautiful downtown this still does not cause the much needed stores or restaurants to magically appear.  Our downtown has a dirth of empty buildings leaving citizens like me to dream of a beautiful, busy, fun thriving people friendly happening place.  Alas, I can only dream because no matter how much I click my ruby slippers together I still remain standing in what I call a shadow of a downtown.  Until saavy and intrepid boutique store and restaurant owners decide to take the leap of business faith our downtown will remain a nothing zone.  Even though downtown Las Cruces has beautiful metal benches on which to rest our weary bones, artistic lights lighting our way, thriving flowers and trees to enjoy this still does not make up for no places to browse in or actually buy from.  Since moving to Las Cruces I have shared my thoughts about the emptiness of our downtown.  I have shared with people I know and with people I meet my concern about not only the emptiness, but, the non-existence of a downtown.  Does this help our downtown problem?  I honestly don’t know.  I do know that most of the people I talk with about the lack of our downtown agree with the fact that we have a problem while sharing comments of their own about the situation.  Do we have solutions to our problem?  Not really, because everyone is like me, no money to put where our mouths are.  If I had the money I would open a coffee shop where everyone could drink their favorite caffeinated beverage while munching yummy pastries or overflowing sandwiches as they turn the pages of a good book.  I would open a native American silver and turquoise jewelry store. We are in the southwest after all, the home of native Americans and turquoise.  I would open a stunning wine tasting bar that features the great wines of New Mexico.  Last but not least, I would open a great shoe boutique.  As a woman, I can never have too many unique shoes.  Right now I can dream about my entrepreneurial ideas and of course when I win the lottery I will have all the money I need to bring these big dreams to reality.  In the mean time there is a real store in our downtown called Run Culture.  Not only is this the only retail store that is open for business in our downtown it may be the only store in the entire county that is dedicated to a running culture.  Run Culture is owned by Carlos Rivas who I think is a great business owner and cheerleader for bringing people together in our downtown.  Carlos is brilliant.  He has started group runs events.  Every Wednesday evening runners can join each other in 1 mile, 2 mile and 3 mile loops through downtown Las Cruces.  Check out http://www.runculture.com for information about the store’s events.  Thank you Carlos for being the first store owner to help build interest in our downtown.  By the way, these Wednesday runs are growing every week.  More and more people are coming downtown to run the loops.  Yay for Carlos and his Run Culture.

The next big news for our downtown is that we will finally have a downtown plaza.  Yes indeed.  Finally after 20 years of waiting for a downtown revitalization plan to be fulfilled Las Cruces hopefully will be breaking ground in January 2015 for a downtown plaza.  I have learned to be a skeptic about these sort of things.  Over the last year I have seen signs posted about this business and that business coming soon.  Guess what?  As I happily waited for the coming of these new businesses I found out that the words COMING SOON have a very different meaning here in Las Cruces than they did in San Jose, California where I moved from.  These two words in San Jose were synonomous with immediately as in probably happening next week.  Here in Las Cruces they must have a completely different dictionary because I have found that COMING SOON is synonomous with maybe or maybe not or please wait until we decide to make it happen.  Any way, as I learn the new definitions of common terms I will be waiting patiently for the Downtown Plaza to be built.  Well, maybe or maybe not.  There is an article about the proposed Plaza in the Las Cruces Bulletin dated 6/27/14.  The article can be found at http://www.lascrucesbulletin.com.

I have found that patience is my challenge to learn as I walk my daily path.  I just wish the path was not so BLEAPING long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Taking Time To Take A Deep Breath And B-r-r-e-a-the……….

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Started my blog so swiftly fast and quickly

Everything fell into place just so sweetly

Didn’t take the time I needed nor did I

stop, look, read or heeded

WordPress information handed to me

so neatly!

Slowing down now to search and study

the WordPress site designed to help guide me

 

Please accept my little poem describing my initial experience as I first hurled myself into the blogosphere.  Today’s post is about how I am slow-w-w-w-ing down and taking time to read the helpful hints WordPress has to offer newly minted bloggers such as I am.  I am a poet, and apparently my poetress self emerged as I was beginning to write my post.

Now that I have some posts under my belt I have decided it is time to really get serious about my blog.  I chose WordPress because they have designed creating blogs to be as simple as possible.  Believe me, the greatest technology luddite of all times, if I can figure out how to start a blog then anybody can.  Thank you, WordPress for your Zero-To-Hero Guide.  I am now learning about Tags, Topics, Pages, Gravatar, and OH MY WORD everything else.

No, I am not advertising for WordPress I am just giving them kudos for the help they provide. I am very grateful that they are here so that I can create a blog there.  There being the internet, of course.

I am having so much fun with this wonderful experiential experiment I have embarked on.

What Do We Do When The Universe Brings Us A Gift?

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Yesterday my friend Rosy and I went to the Mesilla Valley Mall.  Now as far as malls go this place can’t compare to the MALL in San Jose, California where I moved from or the MALLS in Jersey City, New Jersey where Rosy is from.  By the way Rosy lived across the bridge (yes, that bridge) from New York City, the city of stores, MALLS and SHOPPING!.  I am so sorry to say that the Messilla Valley Mall can’t hold a candle to San Jose’s two-story MALL with its 100s of stores and certainly shows no comparison at all to the shopping one has available in Jersey City and New York City.  The Mesilla Valley Mall is a shadow of the San Jose MALL and just a speck compared to what is found in New York City.

On my first visit to our Mesilla Valley Mall I kept looking for the second story.  No second story was to be found.  After meeting Rosy and her boyfriend Glenn I found out that they also looked for a second story and found none.  I guess you can take the person out of California or New Jersey but you can’t take the California or New Jersey MALLS out of the person.

Rosy and I both know that local Cruceans just think their mall is terrific.  Rosy and I think it leaves a lot to be desired, but, we still go there and check out the stores.  Though neither of us can really call it a mall we are grateful it is here, especially on these very hot summer days when the mall provides us a cooling place to hang out.  Besides, since there IS no downtown in Las Cruces to speak of (I will be saying more about NO downtown in a future post) Rosy and I have no choice but to go to the Mesilla Valley Mall when we get an urge to go shopping and to spend time where the temperature is cooler.

There we were taking our typical stroll through the mall when Rosy decided she wanted to stop in a hair salon to see about getting a conditioning treatment for her curly hair.  As we walked toward the salon we were stopped by a kiosk person who was giving out hair straightening treatments for free as long as you were willing to hear a speal about their $300.00 hair straightener.  Actually, the young woman definitely caught our attention and Rosy said yes.  For 20 minutes she was treated to not only a hair straightening treatment, the iron the young woman used conditioned Rosy’s hair as well.  As I stood watching Rosy enjoying the treatment I was marveling at what happened. Rosy and I were walking toward a salon where she would probably end up spending a lot of her hard-earned money on a conditioning treatment when this young woman appeared out of nowhere to offer Rosy not only a hair straightening treatment but a conditioning treatment along with a relaxing time, all for free.  The Universe had definitely given Rosy a wonderful gift.  I could see how Rosy showed her gratitude by accepting this gift.  I had the opportunity to see all of this happen right in front of me and Rosy and I had the blessing of sharing this beautiful experience with each other.  We continued walking through the mall and shared quite a conversation about this blessing.  I shared with Rosy my perspective and she shared with me her perspective as we talked about the way the Universe opens up to our needs when we are open to receive what the Universe gifts us.

I thank the Universe for the gift I have received of Rosy and Glenn’s friendship.

TITLES CREATE THE EXPERIENCE

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When I write a post I find myself writing the title first.  I then write to the title.  What I mean is that my words that I write seem to follow the meaning of the title.  These words just sort of come tumbling out of my mind or is it they come tumbling out of my thoughts.  I just had a quick discussion with myself about it’s my mind no it’s my thoughts.  I know! It is both.  The words come tumbling out of both my thoughts and my mind.

This is what I call a female/male moment.  What I mean is that my female side stepped up and said my words come tumbling out of my thoughts and my male side stepped up to say that my words come tumbling out of my mind.  Then, in order to actually continue writing without any interruption my female side and my male side worked in partnership and collaborated on the words to be written down.  What an amazing experience.

In astrological terms my Venus, the feminine part of my personality that connects with my inner knowing and intuition, is the guardian of my thoughts and guides me as the words tumble forth.  My Mars, the masculine part of my personality molds my mind and hands my words to me to use as I see fit.  It is my Mercury, the planet of communication, that is the recipient of the words from my thoughts and my mind.  Mercury is the designer of how I write what my feminine and masculine collaborated on.

Now how does this relate to the title of this post?  Well, I did say my words follow the meaning of the title. This could be a stretch, but, you can’t get more experiential than what I wrote about in this blog.

His KARMA (CARMA) Will Get Him

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Today I finally went to the Las Cruces Police Department to file a report about the jerk in the car who stopped and made lewd remarks to me last Monday 6/30/14 (See Tuesday 7/1/14 “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” post)

My angels were with me as I walked into the police department.  The policewoman who took a report from me on 6/13/14 about a similar situation but with a different jerk was at the reporting window today.  I was not looking forward to making another report only because I was concerned about the police thinking I’m making this up.  After all this was my second report in less than 30 days.  I was completely wrong about this nagging worry.  The policewoman remembered me and she was as compassionate as the first time I made a report.  She told me she did not think I was making this up and was quite concerned for my safety if another situation happens.  She told me that it is best that I say nothing and just continue walking while I ignore the man.  I am sure this is very sound advice and I will take it to heart.

I am pleased that I followed through and walked myself over to the police department to file the report.  This is now behind me and I can move on in my life.  In order to move on I feel that I must tie up the loose ends that are dangling in front of me.  As I walked out of the police department I realized there is no way the police will be able to do anything about this jerk and that the report is really about getting the incident on the record, nothing else.  I also realized that if there is to be any action against this jerk it would come through his KARMA (Carma).  I said to myself I guess his KARMA (Carma) will get him.

 

Crying May Be The Answer But Maybe Not Today

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I thought I was going to cry about the situation of the jerk who made a lewd proposal to me as I was walking on Monday.  (See my “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” post)  I haven’t cried as yet.  I’m not saying I won’t, I’m just saying the strong feeling has not taken over me right now.  Instead, the skies opened up and poured down much needed rain on us here in sun-parched Las Cruces.  I guess nature decided to cry for me while I build up to the emotional release I need.  Nature got quite emotional and handed us large quarter-sized rain plops that dropped on us for about twenty minutes.  This is monsoon season here in Southwest New Mexico.  The result of a monsoon is large rain plops the size of nickles that rapidly grow to the size of quarters drenching everything in site for a torrential 15 to 20 minutes.  The torrent is so raging that the plops hit the parched ground and have no where to go but run off in rivers of rushing water.  For some reason the plops do not soak into the ground they just hit it viciously and collect into a rushing mound of H2O that is pushed and shoved by supremely heavy gusts of wind.  Yep, that is our monsoon.  Try walking in it and carrying an umbrella over your head to keep you dry.  It doesn’t work.  You have an umbrella that turns inside out and you get drenched, soaked and dripping wet.  At least the temperature is hot, like about 98 degrees, and as soon as the monsoon plops stop you start drying out.  My dripping clothes dry within 20 minutes as I continue walking.  The one thing I have come to realize I have to look out for is the lightning and of course it is important to watch out for the flash flooding. (I have only lived here in Las Cruces for about two years and I am still getting used to our weather tantrums)  Such is the daily experience of our rainy season.  I guess with all this water pouring out of the sky, the heavy gusts of wind, the fingers of lightning looking like they are ready to strike the earth in a firey blast, it is no wonder I won’t be crying for a day or two.  Nature seems to have shown all the emotions I was feeling.

Back to the jerk who propositioned me from his car as he drove past me on Monday while I was walking to the store.  I did not go to the police station today to file a report about the incident.  I had intended to go there this afternoon but instead I walked to the Pic Quik to cash in the winning scratch off ticket my roommate gave me.  Guess What?  The scratch off ticket was not a winner.  While I was there I decided to buy my on $1 scratch off ticket.  I felt I needed to buy the Lucky 7’s ticket and when I asked the clerk who I have come to know what ticket he thought I should buy he also said the Lucky 7’s.  That was it.  My intuition and his intuition combined gave me a winning ticket.  I won $7 by scratching off 3 7’s in a row.  I then decided to buy a Power Ball ticket even though I did not win last week.  Don’t get me wrong I don’t go crazy over the Lottery.  It’s just that years ago I decided to use my own #’s and buy Power Ball and Mega Millions tickets once or twice a week.  I buy the tickets weekly for about a year or two and then I stop for a month or two before I buy again.  Is this a winning strategy?  I don’t know, but, it works for me.  I get to rest my frustration at not winning and then I start up again fresh and ready to go.  Besides you can’t win if you don’t play.  Come to think about it that is a great metaphor for life.

Where The Heck Did That Come From?

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Today is the first of July and this is only my second post.  Hmmmm!  Too bad the date isn’t the second of July, then my second post would be on the second.  Sorry, numbers and their significance hit me like this.  That said, I will now get back to my original reason for writing this post.

This is the month in the USA we celebrate our Independence.  This Friday, July 4th, is our big day of picnics and fireworks.  I have always treasured this day of celebration because of everything I learned in school about how our forefathers fought for our country’s independence.  Even though I realize that not everything I was taught in school about our forefathers may not be the actual truth I still get goose bumps knowing that in some way our country does stand for liberty and justice for all.  At least some of our forefathers gave their lives fighting for this liberty and for that I am eternally grateful.  At this point I will say that as we all eat lots of food at our picnics, enjoy the parades and thrill at the fireworks I hope that we all in the USA can think about ways we in our country can get back the strong purpose our forefathers fought for.  Precisely what I mean is that we in our country need to make sure that there is liberty and justice for everyone who lives in the USA.  This feeling of equality for some and not for everyone really has to stop.  That is all I will say about this at this time, but, I will share my thoughts on this further in a future post.  Right now I am going to return to the real reason for this post.

Yesterday I wrote about the blessings and challenges that come my way as I walk my daily path.  Well, little did I know that after writing my post I would face a great challenge.  The challenge that came out of the blue was a test for my passion about independence.  As I sit here today writing about it I have a greater sense of perspective of the situation that threw itself at me.

I like to walk, in fact, I am a pedestrian.  I gave up my car almost three years ago because of my concern for the environment.  I do take the bus, but, most of the time my main mode of transportation is walking.  in fact, I love to walk.  Walking is not only great exercise for the body it is great exercise for the mind.  I do most of my thinking things through as I walk.  I also can commune with nature more easily when I am travelling by my feet.  The plants, flowers, birds and insects I see every day are amazing additions to my daily journey.  The palette of colors I see thrill my senses.

Yesterday was no exception.  As I walked to the store I was thinking about my blog and what I will be writing about.  Out of the blue a car drove by me and the man driving the car called out to me and started to talk to me lewdly.  In fact, he made a very indecent proposal.  I immediately yelled at him to leave me alone and to get the H— away from me or I would spray him with mace and call the cops.  He immediately drove away, but, not before I got his license # and the make of the car.  I’m not stupid.  I know that a woman walking alone can be a target and that is why I carry mace.  No, I am not stupid, I am however very independent and I like my freedom.  I do not want to feel that I can’t walk around Las Cruces because some jerk decides I am a perfect target for harassing.  I as a human being have the right to my freedom and I as a woman who walks as my mode of transportation has the right to walk free of any harassment.  In honor of my freedom I will be filing a police report against this jerk (and yes, he is a jerk because of his stupid actions against me and any other woman he harasses). I am filing this police report on behalf of my freedom and the freedom of all oppressed people.  Yes, I am passionate about this!!!!!

Yes, I am passionate about what happened to me yesterday and I am very emotional as well.  I feel like I am going to cry about this for hours and I probably will.  I also want to address the “Where The Heck Did That Come From?” feeling.  In astrology this is an out of the blue happening that is typical of Uranus, the planet that shoves us un-expectantly, found in the sign of Aries, rushing us headlong into things and situations in a fiery way of impulsive actions.  Ok, my experience yesterday is a prime example of Uranus in Aries action and guess what?  My filing a police report against this jerk is just the right Uranus in Aries action in return.  Does that make me feel any better about all of this?  Not really, but, it certainly helps me gain back my sense of freedom and hopefully by tomorrow I will be feeling better about that.  For now I just want to take a deep breath, feel my freedom and go cry my eyes out.