Life is Precious

Today, I learned that one of my classmates from High School passed away in Feburary.

I remember her because for some reason, she had a crush on me.  It was unrequited, but she and I were in the same homeroom for three years.  Anyway, she wound up graduating from UT Austin, was a Tri Delt, did Junior League, married twice and had four kids.

The whole thing reminded me that life is precious - and too freaking short.

Brief explanation.

With the exception of a trip to LA and one to Houston, I have been in the Desert since mid November.  It seems that the housemate who I did not intend to return to when I was trekking in Mexico got himself into some really deep shit.

It seems he used Daddy's credit card when he wasn't supposed to to buy Uber rides for his beloved.  As he was confronted by Daddy, he also hacked off a houseguest of his (good friend) and both he and Daddy wound up in the same car heading to Palm Springs.

Let the reading begin. 

When Daddy returned, he told housemate he, "needed to learn how to behave," and threatened to put a For Sale sign on the house.  Mommy intervened and as a result I was asked to move back in as a minder.  Against my better judgment, I agreed.  Result?   His posterior was saved.

Anyhoo, he was doing his thing with his beloved until right before Xmas, when they broke up.  He then went to Dallas to visit his family and returned early.  All in all, his behavior was acceptable.

I then planned a trip to Houston and got flight deals out of the Ontario airport making the 60 mile trek worthwhile.  I asked if I could get a ride to and from the airport from him and he said, "Yes."

Well, guess what.  He changes his mind because his beloved is back in the picture.  Sooo, while he is engaged in whatever he does with someone who I only see passed out in his bed recovering from a drug induced stupor.  I had to trek on my own to the Ontario airport.  The trek back was especially miserable as the train between Pomoma and Palm Springs was three hours late.

I was not a happy boy.

To make things works, the roommate has made representations related to his beloved that just weren't true.

Time to look for a new living arrangement.

Life is too short to deal with this fecal matter.