All the Xmas stuff is out in full force, and I'm sure I will get a double dose of it when I return to the US for two days on Wednesday.
I really don't look forward to the hype. So, I will double down and do work stuff and plot my project for the new year.
Next year will also be the time I decide where to be full time. That should be interesting in that I am now working on dating two people in the SD/Tijuana area and have a friend with benefits here as well. I have nothing of the sort on the other end and that just might be what tips the scales - especially since the SD guy is getting his passport renewed and the Tijuana guy is getting his visa.
More to come.
Monday, November 28, 2016
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Woo Hooo, I Got My First Comment
Unfortunately, it was a piece of spam.
That said, it was a comment. So, I am making progress on this blog.
That is a good thing.
That said, it was a comment. So, I am making progress on this blog.
That is a good thing.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
As I Wait for a Check
I have something to be thankful for.
I went for a walk this morning and happened on a man who probably lived one notch above the streets in some distress. It seems that his wheelchair was folded and he couldn't unfold it from the position he was in. I unfolded it, set the brakes and he subsequently crawled into it and wheeled himself away.
This came on the heels of learning that a check that I was expecting has not been received due to the major inconvenience of Thanksgiving. I should get it Friday.
I noted that this Thanksgiving, I should be thankful that I was able to perform a mitzvah for someone. That's a good thing. I also promise to do a better job of appreciating what I have and counting my blessings.
Hope your Thanksgiving went well.
I went for a walk this morning and happened on a man who probably lived one notch above the streets in some distress. It seems that his wheelchair was folded and he couldn't unfold it from the position he was in. I unfolded it, set the brakes and he subsequently crawled into it and wheeled himself away.
This came on the heels of learning that a check that I was expecting has not been received due to the major inconvenience of Thanksgiving. I should get it Friday.
I noted that this Thanksgiving, I should be thankful that I was able to perform a mitzvah for someone. That's a good thing. I also promise to do a better job of appreciating what I have and counting my blessings.
Hope your Thanksgiving went well.
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Day three of TIjuanarama
It is soooooo good to be back in Tijuana.
I really needed a break from the roommate.
And, of course, there was a development after I left.
He wants to make sure he is OK and that the aftermath of his past has not resulted in heart issues.
Fine.
He thinks the ONLY solution is to run to Gualdalajara to see a cardiologist and have open heart surgery.
He then spoke with his mom, who asked the $64,000 question.
"Why don't you get it looked at in the US with a local MD that is covered by your insurance?"
MELTDOWN TIME!
He went into that mode and ranted for three hours about how uncaring his mother is because she DARED suggest an alternative strategy.
It seems every time things don't go his way that is the result - even for the most trivial of stuff. I suspect that these actions will be his undoing if he doesn't recognize that these stunts are doing more harm than good.
But he will have to figure that one out for himself and we will see how that develops.
In the meantime, it is good to be back in Tijuana and I will work and work on planning for the impending Trumpocolypse.
Have a good week.
I really needed a break from the roommate.
And, of course, there was a development after I left.
He wants to make sure he is OK and that the aftermath of his past has not resulted in heart issues.
Fine.
He thinks the ONLY solution is to run to Gualdalajara to see a cardiologist and have open heart surgery.
He then spoke with his mom, who asked the $64,000 question.
"Why don't you get it looked at in the US with a local MD that is covered by your insurance?"
MELTDOWN TIME!
He went into that mode and ranted for three hours about how uncaring his mother is because she DARED suggest an alternative strategy.
It seems every time things don't go his way that is the result - even for the most trivial of stuff. I suspect that these actions will be his undoing if he doesn't recognize that these stunts are doing more harm than good.
But he will have to figure that one out for himself and we will see how that develops.
In the meantime, it is good to be back in Tijuana and I will work and work on planning for the impending Trumpocolypse.
Have a good week.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Wouldn't You Know It
It's T minus 35 hours and I met someone interesting. We went on a hike this morning for a first date after chatting for a good chunk of the night on Scruff. He seemed nice and there were some things we saw eye to eye on and, honestly, I want to see him again.
The housemate went ballistic. Why? He's 24.
I don't find it a deal. The only ground rule I have is if someone is much younger than me, they don't have an issue with the age difference. I always ask early on, and if there is a problem my feelings aren't hurt. I understand not everyone would want to be involved in that situation as evidenced by that Rick was 25 years my senior.
The housemate finds it objectionable, wrong and wonders how I could do such a thing. He made that one clear in no uncertain terms. No, I don't understand what his deal is. That said it obviously runs counter to my opinion that as long as it's consensual and both parties are over 18, there isn't a problem.
It will be something to think about for the next six weeks give or take.
The housemate went ballistic. Why? He's 24.
I don't find it a deal. The only ground rule I have is if someone is much younger than me, they don't have an issue with the age difference. I always ask early on, and if there is a problem my feelings aren't hurt. I understand not everyone would want to be involved in that situation as evidenced by that Rick was 25 years my senior.
The housemate finds it objectionable, wrong and wonders how I could do such a thing. He made that one clear in no uncertain terms. No, I don't understand what his deal is. That said it obviously runs counter to my opinion that as long as it's consensual and both parties are over 18, there isn't a problem.
It will be something to think about for the next six weeks give or take.
Monday, November 14, 2016
T Minus 57 Hours and Change
That is the time frame between now and when I head back to San Diego and Baja until January 6 more or less.
It also will be time to evaluate six months of splitting my time between there and the Coachella Valley.
On this particular stint in the Coachella Valley, something hit home. I am having an easier time of it making friends in San Diego and Tijuana than in Palm Springs and its environs. It's become an issue with me. I'm ready for a social life / dating / possibly meeting my next husband. It ain't happening in Palm Springs. It is happening in San Diego and Tijuana and that may be the tipping point in favor of that area.
Also, let's be honest. The election has turned a joke into no joke. I make remarks that I was preparing for a Trumpocolypse when I bought a dual SIM phone because I wanted one phone that could have SIMs from the USA and Mexico. I also joked about establishing a banking relationship with a bank that had plenty of ATMs there where I can get cash at no charge. Well, with what's going down, that may come in handy.
It also helps that I have friends in Tijuana.
Anyway, wish me well on that round.
It also will be time to evaluate six months of splitting my time between there and the Coachella Valley.
On this particular stint in the Coachella Valley, something hit home. I am having an easier time of it making friends in San Diego and Tijuana than in Palm Springs and its environs. It's become an issue with me. I'm ready for a social life / dating / possibly meeting my next husband. It ain't happening in Palm Springs. It is happening in San Diego and Tijuana and that may be the tipping point in favor of that area.
Also, let's be honest. The election has turned a joke into no joke. I make remarks that I was preparing for a Trumpocolypse when I bought a dual SIM phone because I wanted one phone that could have SIMs from the USA and Mexico. I also joked about establishing a banking relationship with a bank that had plenty of ATMs there where I can get cash at no charge. Well, with what's going down, that may come in handy.
It also helps that I have friends in Tijuana.
Anyway, wish me well on that round.
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
The Day After
It's settling in.
On January 20, 2017 Donald Trump will be President.
My first reaction is, "How could people in their right mind vote for this man?"
Ultimately, none of us should be surprised that Hillary Clinton failed to win on her second try.
My theory is that Team Hillary always believed that they were entitled to the Democratic nomination and the presidency. I posited in 2008 that her battle plan was to make sure any primary challenge was over and done with in February in a Year when, for all sorts of reasons, California had its presidential primary then. That didn't happen and we all know the aftermath of that one.
One would think after being drubbed due to a sense of entitlement, there would be a rethink of the premise that the presidency is owed to someone. That didn't seem to happen. Only the tactics changed to make sure she got the nomination with a complete ignorance of the root cause of why 2008 did not happen for her.
It was a good run, and I wish her well in her future endeavors.
So, where does that lead me now?
As a Gay Latino, I really am fearful of what is happening. So, I'm building my escape hatch should all hell break loose. Should the country destabilize, I don't want to be around for my safety.
Which means it's off to Mexico for relationship maintenance until January due to a lot of things going down.
More to come.
On January 20, 2017 Donald Trump will be President.
My first reaction is, "How could people in their right mind vote for this man?"
Ultimately, none of us should be surprised that Hillary Clinton failed to win on her second try.
My theory is that Team Hillary always believed that they were entitled to the Democratic nomination and the presidency. I posited in 2008 that her battle plan was to make sure any primary challenge was over and done with in February in a Year when, for all sorts of reasons, California had its presidential primary then. That didn't happen and we all know the aftermath of that one.
One would think after being drubbed due to a sense of entitlement, there would be a rethink of the premise that the presidency is owed to someone. That didn't seem to happen. Only the tactics changed to make sure she got the nomination with a complete ignorance of the root cause of why 2008 did not happen for her.
It was a good run, and I wish her well in her future endeavors.
So, where does that lead me now?
As a Gay Latino, I really am fearful of what is happening. So, I'm building my escape hatch should all hell break loose. Should the country destabilize, I don't want to be around for my safety.
Which means it's off to Mexico for relationship maintenance until January due to a lot of things going down.
More to come.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Although the Fat Lady Hasn't Sung Yet
The election returns are coming in, and it doesn't look good for Secretary Clinton.
I have joked about the possibility of a Trumpocolypse, Right now it looks as if Mr. Trump may pull it off.
I was thinking about the amate.
I mentioned to him that were he deported, I would at least make an effort to see him in his native Guatemala. He always remarked that he thought I would be healthier there if only because of the lack of processed foods. He also suspected that I would be able to handle a place where they kill a cow, butcher it and sell the meat in public. He also appreciated that he liked the fact I did homework and knew I had to get an IDP to drive there.
Doing quite a bit of hanging out in Guatemala with a loved one, who sang lullabys to me sounds awfully good now.
I have joked about the possibility of a Trumpocolypse, Right now it looks as if Mr. Trump may pull it off.
I was thinking about the amate.
I mentioned to him that were he deported, I would at least make an effort to see him in his native Guatemala. He always remarked that he thought I would be healthier there if only because of the lack of processed foods. He also suspected that I would be able to handle a place where they kill a cow, butcher it and sell the meat in public. He also appreciated that he liked the fact I did homework and knew I had to get an IDP to drive there.
Doing quite a bit of hanging out in Guatemala with a loved one, who sang lullabys to me sounds awfully good now.
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Jet Lag
Yes, we are now back on Standard time.
Which means I spent an entire day jet lagged.
I am cursed with an extreme sensitivity to time changes. What usually happens is that I will go about my day and it will hit me hard and the only thing I want to do is sleep.
At the worst possible moment.
In a previous chapter in my life, I commuted between San Francisco and New York. I found that the best solution was to arrive at my destination at bedtime and try to sleep it off. Which meant that one day was shot going eastbound and I was productive before I boarded my flight going westbound. I tried to do these flights on Saturdays so I could get an extra recovery day. Overall that one worked out.
When I was in New York, Rick went to visit his mom in San Diego. That way we both had adventures to talk about. The best set ever was the time I had to be on the other end of the country the Monday after Thanksgiving. We spent Thanksgiving together and the next day, I went with Rick to the Oakland Airport via BART and afterwards went to scope out the new cars in Moscone. I went east on Saturday, and did my Christmas Shopping in New York while Rick cleaned his 88 year old mom's house. I also went out to SBNY (and suchlike establishments) while Rick took his mom to the Bali Hai (a Tiki Lounge in San Diego) amongst other places.
I came back the Tuesday afterwards and he came back the Wednesday afterwards with reports that he had a mom who was thrilled that he visited her.
So, I will get through this round of Jet Lag and get ready for the Holiday Season.
Which means I spent an entire day jet lagged.
I am cursed with an extreme sensitivity to time changes. What usually happens is that I will go about my day and it will hit me hard and the only thing I want to do is sleep.
At the worst possible moment.
In a previous chapter in my life, I commuted between San Francisco and New York. I found that the best solution was to arrive at my destination at bedtime and try to sleep it off. Which meant that one day was shot going eastbound and I was productive before I boarded my flight going westbound. I tried to do these flights on Saturdays so I could get an extra recovery day. Overall that one worked out.
When I was in New York, Rick went to visit his mom in San Diego. That way we both had adventures to talk about. The best set ever was the time I had to be on the other end of the country the Monday after Thanksgiving. We spent Thanksgiving together and the next day, I went with Rick to the Oakland Airport via BART and afterwards went to scope out the new cars in Moscone. I went east on Saturday, and did my Christmas Shopping in New York while Rick cleaned his 88 year old mom's house. I also went out to SBNY (and suchlike establishments) while Rick took his mom to the Bali Hai (a Tiki Lounge in San Diego) amongst other places.
I came back the Tuesday afterwards and he came back the Wednesday afterwards with reports that he had a mom who was thrilled that he visited her.
So, I will get through this round of Jet Lag and get ready for the Holiday Season.
Don't Worry About It. It's All Taken Care Of
The title of this post has always been one of my favorite lines from, "The Godfather." When I say the first sentence to someone, it usually is done in such a context that THEY should worry about it.
But it's The Godfather thing I want to write about.
You see, in May, I spoke with Rick's grand nephew and he mentioned that there was an upcoming baptism for his youngest daughter. Of course, that means that there is a party associated with the event.
In many cases in Mexico, the resources are pooled among family and friends in order to make sure that the party is the needed blow out. So for a baptism, there would be a padrino for the cake, a madrina for the christening gown, another madrina for decorations, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I offered to be a padrino in some way shape or form for the event.
Fast forward to last Friday. Rick's grand nephew (He has a name. Orlando.) touched base with me. I just got reminded that he was in a situation where the three rights worked in his favor. He was the right person, at the right place, at the right time. When I can be more objective, I will talk about it later.
We discussed the whole padrino thing, and he asked if I would be interested in being the padrino for his daughter, Rick's great grand niece. I said we would talk about it.
That is my excuse to hit the road. All I have to do is buy a ticket.
The adventure continues.
But it's The Godfather thing I want to write about.
You see, in May, I spoke with Rick's grand nephew and he mentioned that there was an upcoming baptism for his youngest daughter. Of course, that means that there is a party associated with the event.
In many cases in Mexico, the resources are pooled among family and friends in order to make sure that the party is the needed blow out. So for a baptism, there would be a padrino for the cake, a madrina for the christening gown, another madrina for decorations, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I offered to be a padrino in some way shape or form for the event.
Fast forward to last Friday. Rick's grand nephew (He has a name. Orlando.) touched base with me. I just got reminded that he was in a situation where the three rights worked in his favor. He was the right person, at the right place, at the right time. When I can be more objective, I will talk about it later.
We discussed the whole padrino thing, and he asked if I would be interested in being the padrino for his daughter, Rick's great grand niece. I said we would talk about it.
That is my excuse to hit the road. All I have to do is buy a ticket.
The adventure continues.
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