The other day, my mother sat in the recliner gently rubbing one of her knees.
“A que buena suerte,” she said, “que no ‘stoy enferma y que nomas me duelen las rodillas.”
I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh aloud. She was so serious about not being sick, and so absolutely clueless about her medical condition.
Forgetfulness is a blessing, indeed.
“I agree,” I replied, “It’s certainly a good thing that you’re not sick and that the only thing that hurts you is your knees.”
I’ve been thinking a lot about what my mother said that day, and I’ve decided that her way is the best way to view any circumstance; indeed, life itself.
“It’s a good thing,” I said by text to my sister, Annette, “that I get to eat at Angelina’s Restaurant in Espanola today and that I only have to drive two and a half hours to get there.
She couldn’t help it. She laughed aloud.
“Ave Maria Purisma” she texted in reply, “Pray for this idiot.”
“It’s a good thing,” I said to Bobbie, while we loaded our state-issued vehicle with training materials for three days of training in Penasco and Espanola, “that our building has an elevator and that the only thing we have to do is move this big box one more time when we get to Penasco.”
She didn’t laugh. She just gave me the look. You know the look. It’s the look that says, “This woman is absolutely clueless about her condition.”
“It’s a good thing,” I said to my prima Becky at the Giant gas station in Bloomfield, “that Prima Cynthia won a million dollars with a Powerball ticket and that the only thing she lacked to win more was the actual Powerball itself.” Prima Cynthia is the granddaughter of late Primo Pablo Gomez of Angostura and a prima-hermana of Becky.
We both agreed that we’d be blessed, too, if we only lacked a Powerball.
“It’s a good thing,” I said to my brother, Lucas,” that most people know you’re getting close to terminating a conversation on the telephone when they hear you say “bueno, bueno, bueno,” and that the only people you have to worry about are the ones who don’t know what it means.”
Bueno, bueno, bueno, bye. I think he learned that from our mother.
You know, all around, everything’s a good thing.
Here’s some news about the Land of Enchantment Teacher Quality Partnership Grant.
This school year (our last year to accept out-of-state teacher candidates), we have three Pagosans in our program. Ian Vance has completed the master’s degree program at NMHU and has been hired by Los Alamos School District. Tamara Feeley, who lives out at Coyote Park near Primo Arthur Valdez, is nearing completion of the master’s degree program and has been hired by Dulce School District. And Joe Lister Jr., who earned a teaching license a long time ago, has completed two graduate courses at NMHU and will start his paid internship at Dulce School District when school begins. I’m looking forward to a successful school year for everyone.
Know you are loved,