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.
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.
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.
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.