Another day. Another money beg.

Someone in the desert is broke.

After paying for cannabis and booze so he could have sex with the love of his life, he spend $80 on an Uber so the guy could make a court date in Riverside for a DUI hearing.

He also found out a tank of gas costs $40.

He asked me for money this morning and more money this afternoon.

OK, I'm spending it hanging out in Insurgentes Sur where it's not quite over the top (that prize goes to Polanco) but close enough for this mission.  Dinner at Sushi Itto.  Another late lunch in an amazing food court.  That sort of thing.  The money he is begging for has higher and better uses.

One of them is enjoying life.  And in Mexico City that is something you can easily do.

Besides, I'm worth it.  Don't you think?

Besides I need a rain slicker and two bills need to be paid.

So, it's off to Costco.

That should be fun.

Snowballing

I was reminded of this term yesterday and this morning.

In dementia caregiving the term defines what happens toward the end as everything seems to happen at once.  You hit the point where you spend a lot of time in hosptials and nursing facilities and if it isn't one thing, it's another.

I always say it took Rick eight months to die and the process started when he was told that they could not fix what was wrong with him.  It went from learning about that to quitting taking meds to a stroke to a nursing home to home care to psychotic rages to a shutdown process.  From the stroke in March to the end it was one thing after another bam bam bam.

I'm also reminded of the theory that if people want to do on last thing while they are alive, they hold out until it is accomplished and then dodder off to Valhalla.  I saw it happen with Rick and holding out until after an aunt and uncle came to visit.  I also had an uncle who managed to live to see his grandson born and died three days later.

The father of a friend of mine passed away.  It seems he wanted to see his kids together one last time and arrangements were made for a visit.  The day two of the kids were to head home, he died after an extended illness.  According to my friend, it all happened very quickly.

He is in shock dealing with it all and, honestly, I wish I could be there with him in Manila if only to serve as a teddy bear to comfort him.

The funeral's Thursday, I'll know more about things later.

More later.

Pulling Geographicals

I've been following the Senate hearings regarding Brett Kavanagh and the accusations of sexual assault that will be aired next week.

One thing I noted is that the accuser has trekked from Maryland, to North Carolina to California and, overall, she has lived a good life between the time the alleged assault happened and the time it came out.  She also basically kept he details to herself for 35 years.

People who know me know one of the reasons that I live in Tijuana / San Diego now is that I was told by my parents, "Leave and don't ever come back."  I don't give out gory details simply because it is too painful to talk about still.

But what I do talk about is the fact that afterwards, I could not stand Houston, Texas and wanted to get the hell out sooner rather than later.  That's why right after Christmas I wound up freezing in Denver, CO that year.

I did it because I had to get away, and looking back I think that move saved my life.  Ultimately winding up in San Francisco was great for me both personally and professionally, and I am now in an intriguing metropolis that has potential.

I'd rather talk about that than that horrible day when my parents decided I was to be thrown away.

And Rick would not be surprised that Tijuana is my new happy place.

Oh, yeah.  Happy Sukkot.

Good Boy / Bad Boy

The description of the Good Boy / Bad Boy issue is that someone wants to live with Good Boy and have sex with Bad Boy.

I got hit with the issue when requested to drop everything, go to Palm Springs and drive to LA and back so that the guy having sex with Bad Boy can get a check.

Ain't doing it after the unreasonable demands made while doing Bad Boy.  Besides. I want to make a little boy happy and get some stuff done.

And I need to figure out how I am getting to MEX.

And I am enjoying Tijuana.

More on that later.

The New Standard of Clueless

Someone has yet to realize that the opportunity to make a little boy happy vs helping someone who, at best, decided to engage in bad behavior towards you and allowing the love interest to do same is a really tough choice.

NOT!

So, look out, little boy.  Someone is buying you a drink soon.

But I am finding out the person who engaged in bad behavior has a new problem.

He's been financially cut off, as I no longer have a reason to help with gas, groceries and utilities.  Spending money on all those Ubers and drinks to show off his, "trophy," has now come back to haunt him.

Wonder what the Bank of Mommy and Daddy will think of that.

Meanwhile, I will be spending tomorrow playing catch up.

Should be more fun then hearing that, "It's love."

Six days later

So, I left the antics in the desert behind on Monday.

Everyone is doubling down on that end as the whole mess / train wreck continues.  Last time I checked, the beloved left for Palm Springs on the bus and after the house mate got his pot, he Ubered his way to Palm Springs to look for him only to be called selfish for not bringing the pot.  House mate then Ubered back empty handed and launched a money beg as he is broke - again (Do you need to wonder why?)

Let's just say that for a few dollars more I made a little boy happy as I took Rick's great nephew out for Mexican Independence Day.  And I had fun.  Uber surge pricing wasn't pretty, but I was a Mexican about it knowing that Independence Day comes once a year and it is the time to celebrate and drink and party.

I hadn't been to Fusion in years, but it has shaped up, and I had a great time.  I did not get home until three in the morning, and paid the price over the next two days.

On to planning the next chapter of the trip.

It came back to life

For some reason, the touch pad on my laptop decided to quit working Yesterday as I escaped to San Diego and worked on getting a little work done.  Now it works again.

Meanwhile, I am wondering how the hell I got through being a witness to the date that looked more like a train wreck than a date.  And guess how I was reminded how pathetic the mating ritual was? 

You got it!  I hooked up via dating app this afternoon.  Quick.  Efficient.  Job got done.  He was a nice guy.  A little muscle relaxant and I was good to go.  No.  Drama.  Required.

And no begging for money for batteries and booze.

Take note.

Happy 5779

OK, this blog has been neglected.

I really want to do a better job of chronicling my adventures, and with the New Year in the Hebrew Calendar, it's time to resolve to do a better job on this blog.  That means a post a day except if it's Yom Tov time.  And, of course, never during Shabbat.

I'll guess a good starting point is to say hell froze over and I got something right.  Efforts have been made to get me to move to the desert permanently.  I was not sure if that was a good move, so I kept my San Diego / connections.

THAT was the right call.

I promised to do a house sitting gig that was supposed to last two weeks.  I spent a little time before the event and planned on extending things afterwards.

But the housemate met someone.

And this someone has an interesting trajectory.  He is on his third relationship and has kids. 

And is dealing with DUI charges which he blames on his current husband who is abusive, so he cannot drive.

And he is still living with his husband.

And he has a mouth combined with an alcohol problem - not a good combination and I got singed by those sparks.  To make matters worse, the housemate basically told me to lump it.

And housemate asked me to take this show to LA - thrice.  The second time was in the middle of the night and the third time was basically shoved down my throat.

And he wanted me to come up with money so he could take his, "trophy," out.  He did it anyway and is now broke, which meant a money beg.

I had to take care of a few things in San Diego, and something came up, so I headed back today knowing that the thing that would be worse than dealing with this for a year would be dealing with this for a year and a day.

I do have a duty dance in the desert, and will attend to that, but otherwise, San Diego / Tijuana is the base for the foreseeable future.

So, time to get stuff done and get some rest.