Home is where the heart is

I dreamt last night that I was living in the Poverello Center in Missoula (the homeless shelter). Makes sense, I don’t really have a home, a shelter to call my own. Home is where your heart is. My heart’s in many places, Missoula, Eugene, Baja, Mississippi… In a week, I’ll be home in Missoula. Looking forward to seeing friends, a movie, trees, rivers, American food and maybe snow. And I’m looking forward to going to the doctor to find out the cause of my ankle pain. There is arthritis but there is something more, making it hard to walk for too long. There is a chiropractor here, Dr. Mark Waters, that I got to visit. He comes highly recommended. He recommended staying off my ankle and keep it elevated as much as possible.

The construction crew will show up bright and early tomorrow. Cookie and I will make our way to Todos Santos for the day. Go to the coffee shop and hang for long as possible then maybe find a spot to rest on the beach. Each day until I leave it will go something like that. Staying away from construction and keeping my foot up as much as possible. Tuesday, Antonio, the cute young gardener, and I may go to La Paz to shop for flowering plants, herbs and the like. He and I are designing a corner garden and sitting area. It is shaded most of the day and is the perfect spot to sit and read or visit or just take a break from it all.  The garden will have color, textures, yummy smells and edibles. That is my hope.

                         My constant and most loved companion, Cookie