Location: Henderson, Nevada
I am back home to my Southern Nevada abode.
Sleeping in my own bed.
The bed is memory foam. But the bed does not remember me.
Apparently it is short term memory foam.
We wrestle for position most of the night.
It ends in a draw.
Perhaps it will remember me tomorrow.
And then after a few days,it will conform to my sleep positions.
Then I will leave, for a few weeks or a months and upon my return we will rediscover each other all over again.
The question then becomes,
“Do we reframe our memories to adjust to the present, or do we reframe the present to adjust to our memories?”
Location: Santa Elena, Yucatan, Mexico
For the next few months, we will be shifting our international headquarters to Santa Elena, Yucatan, Mexico.
I have been acquiring property over the last year and now have about 280 acres of land. This includes vast tracks of forest jungle, and some possible archaeological features. We are currently employing machete men and chain experts to clear out some trails to see exactly what we have. This is in the Puuc region of the Yucatan.
I am learning to speak Spanish and Mayan to communicate with the workers and the townsfolk. Foreign language has never been one of my skills, but I do not think the Yucatan is going to adapt “English only” anytime soon.
The ancient Maya built vast pyramids at Uxmal and Kabah about a thousand years ago. In Santa Elena, they constructed more modest structures, although I am told that when the Spanish came four hundred and fifty years ago they tore down a Maya pyramid and used the stones to build the Santa Elena Cathedral. I can see old building stones in the stone porches of the buildings in town. The archaeologist in me is quite excited in threading the ground where the ancient Maya built their civilization.
Concurrent with this, in the flatlands of the property I have several acres of neem and avocado trees. And they have just planted several hundred lime trees and a score of coconut palms. We have plans to expand into experimental organic agriculture. I am a city boy, and don’t know much about agriculture, but I worked with a lot of back-to-the-land hippies in my youth, and have to admit there is a real satisfaction in drinking orange juice that came from one’s own trees.
Sadly, they tell me that the tequila agave plant does not grow well in these soils. But, we can always experiment. Who knows?