Where's Waldo?

I never did say the week before last that I was writing from the Mexican border practically. Sometime when I travel I don’t say so here, even though this place is the place  of all places here I try to be utterly honest. Maybe it’s some sneaky thing left over from childhood, some need keep a thing back, keep it for myself, the way I did with that cat’s-eye marble I saved in an old cigar box as a small child and took out to play with when we got sent to our rooms. My sister Nan and I got sent to our rooms quite a lot for some thrilling piece of mischief Nan had thought up for us. We LIKED being sent to our rooms, she would remind me as we were led away to our separate confinements and that was actually true, at least for me. I used the time to blow spit bubbles and play with my secret treasures. I think she used it to think up more mischief.So that's one part of it my holding back about where I am as I write. Another part comes from realizing how dumb it is to tell everybody everything, show your money to strangers so to speak the way an uncle ours did as a child, riding the train all by himself in his short pants and his little wool cap. Why not give out my Social Security number while I’m at it?Finally if I’m honest I’ll admit that part of is it that it’s always slightly wrenching for me to leave home, even for a while. Thus if I don’t say I’m away I can pretend I’m still looking out at the world through my own wiggly window panes, still passing that same bad patch of grass you pass when you circle our corner-lot house to get to the garage. If I don’t say I’m away I can pretend I’m still there in that house I leave from every weekday morning at sun-up to go to the Y. (This is also true: If I don’t say I’m away I can tell myself I’m actually AT that 9am Pilates Class.)Anyway I’m away now, as Wednesday's post indicates, only this time I'm the only one who went away while everyone else stayed home. This means I'm sleeping alone in a giant bed over with a ceiling fan silently paddling the soft air overhead. The sheets are clean and cool, and it's pitch dark  until  almost 7. Yesterday I ate a great meal of salmon, asparagus, rice and a nice glass of wine. I also walked and read and time-traveled with my old partner in crime. No getting sent to our rooms this time. Also for me, no Pilates. :-)