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The last few days of frigidness and coldness and just downright MEAN coldy icy frigidness have had an interesting effect on the humidity scale.  When the humidity drops to desert percentages (oh, anything below 60%) for a long period of time (say, 3 days), my “vertigo” goes away.  It will be interesting to see if it comes back today now that the humidity is climbing again.  The humidity is interesting.  Yesterday it was probably 85F/27C but the humidity was so incredibly low (45% or something insane like that) that I wasn’t nearly even close to hot.  It was comfortable, and in the shade I needed a jacket.  In the sun and wind I needed a jacket.  I have suspected Meniere’s disease for a while, I have the constant tinuitis, but not the hearing loss.  It is also a diagnosis by default.  I don’t think there are actual tests to diagnose it.  I haven’t consulted the most famous of doctors yet, Dr. Google, but I will.  So, anyway, I’ve been mareo-free (it truly has never been classic vertigo, and the Spanish word fits it better – dysequilibrum) for about 3 days.

Yesterday I had an emergency dentist appointment – I had a filling come out – and the boys had wanted to do some present shopping.  Then Sissy had a funny-looking tooth (according to Jamie – I don’t “do” teeth) so we decided to bring her too.  Poor little Ellen wanted to stay home alone but we just couldn’t do that.  She finally decided at the last minute she wanted to come after all.  The dentist found Sissy’s tooth to be a baby tooth with absolutely no problems (as it had finally come all the way out – just a little sliver of it left – in his waiting room.  I’m getting a bridge; he’ll give me a discount and I can pay little by little.  But I’ll finally have a chomping molar!  I lost a tooth with each kid so I’ve been without molars for a while.  Pike has an appointment on Tuesday to finish his work and then we’ll be dentist-free for 3 weeks.  If our dentist ever builds a house, we’ll have paid for 1/2 of it. 

It was absolutely LOVELY having the whole family together and we all commented on it.  Generally, the boys are always back at the palapa and sometimes only Ellen comes with us and many times only Jamie goes into town, so it was like a treat to have everyone together for once.  Along the way we stopped to watch the motocross guys (there is a race today) working out.  Taxistas, tricicolistas, other locals and some people on foot all pulled over and watched these guys.  Their lot is on a large corner and there is nothing (yet) built around them.  The boys were incredibly jealous and are dying to try their hand at what most be the most expensive sport available here.

Every day I read the Writer’s Almanac to the boys, sometimes the poems are over their heads and sometimes they resonate and we all enjoy the little blips into history and culture.  So we’re meandering through today’s Writer’s Almanac when I was almost bowled over the fact that yesterday was the anniversary of JFK’s death.  I think I have a memory of the shooting – it isn’t an actual memory because I was so young, but I remember something very strong from that age and the time period fits.  My family was deeply influenced by the Kennedy culture and for me, Camelot has never had an English connotation.

From yesterday’s WA, “It was about 12:30 p.m. on this day in 1963 that President John F. Kennedy was fatally shot while riding in a motorcade in Dallas, Texas. The Warren Commission published a report concluding that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone in shooting the president, a conclusion that less than half of all Americans believe. Don DeLillo wrote the novel Libra (1988) about the Kennedy assassination, and he wrote, “What has become unraveled since that afternoon in Dallas is … the sense of a coherent reality most of us shared. We seem from that moment to have entered a world of randomness and ambiguity.”