It's time to play catch up.
Some people are quite unclear on the concept.
After the third round of, "You need to find another living arrangement," and being told, "I don't trust you to house sit," Guess what I heard?
"When are you coming back?"
Who's nuts?
Anyway, it looks like at some point, I will trek to the desert and just lay all the cards on the table and tell him that coming back Ain't. Gonna. Happen. After that, I will let G-d do the rest like they tell you to do in Al Anon.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, I celebrated the birthday of the librarian in my life and got new insights on him. The one that really made my jaw drop is that he learned that I shop at La Europea. for my liquor needs. For me, it is three blocks away and for a high end store, they offer some great deals. He was also surprised that I know about Macroplaza in Tijuana.
I've lived here on and off for about two years, I should know these things. It's amazing that people are amazed that I do things like ride city buses and grocery shop here. Don't people understand that I live here?
Anyhoo, it's back to the grind as I have a teleconference in 50 minutes.
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Thursday, November 2, 2017
The Start of the half birthday celebration
Ok, here goes.
This is the first of
the posts in honor of the fact I will be 52 ½ on November 30.
Why the deal this
time around.
The last time, I had
a blow out celebration of a birthday was my 49th, thanks
to the Amate. I really don’t want to know how he managed to pay
for it so that I did not have to dig a cent out of my pocket to
celebrate.
I got screamed at
and was busy avoiding being hit by Rick as he was dying for my 50th.
I still get upset over that one, because that is the one in which
you have the big blow out. I never got one.
51 and 52 were spent
in the desert with a housemate who did not make an effort – even
though I made an effort to celebrate his on my dime.
53 will be taken by
a duty dance. I don’t mind that at all, but it still means no
celebration for me.
Sooo, after two
trips being kiboshed thanks to people acting like jerks, I thought
real hard and decided to make it a point to celebrat 52 ½ all this
month and have it bleed over a little because the LA Auto Show is
coming up and I want to go.
This post was
written offline because of internet issues. Future posts will be
daily except for Shabbat and US and Mexican holidays.
Hang on, it should
be fun.
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Independence Day
Today, Mexico celebrated its birthday.
This is after the weekend from hell in which I had to deal with a loudmouthed person who admitted to a tendency to violence. It was also obvious we have zilch in common after he fumed about being taken to a despedida where the performers were doing their thing in Spanish in San Diego. Personally, I think he needs to go back to the Louisiana swamps, put on his klan hood and leave everyone else alone. But I can't say that. Long story.
Did I mentioned I then got atomic gripe? No fun since I cannot shake a cold.
OK, back to the birthday celebration. The actual party is the night before when all Mexico goes out for a few and scream, "VIVA MEXICO!" For the past three years, I have been out celebrating amongst them. I also did it once before.
What I also have noticed as that I celebrate Mexican Independence Day with more gusto than its US counterpart. There are probably two reasons for that. First my mother was born on the Fourth of July and we are estranged. Second Rick died on July 5 and July 3 was a very gut wrenching day for me as well as some of his relatives who saw him one last time before he died.
So I guess I have a new tradition - and that is a good thing.
This is after the weekend from hell in which I had to deal with a loudmouthed person who admitted to a tendency to violence. It was also obvious we have zilch in common after he fumed about being taken to a despedida where the performers were doing their thing in Spanish in San Diego. Personally, I think he needs to go back to the Louisiana swamps, put on his klan hood and leave everyone else alone. But I can't say that. Long story.
Did I mentioned I then got atomic gripe? No fun since I cannot shake a cold.
OK, back to the birthday celebration. The actual party is the night before when all Mexico goes out for a few and scream, "VIVA MEXICO!" For the past three years, I have been out celebrating amongst them. I also did it once before.
What I also have noticed as that I celebrate Mexican Independence Day with more gusto than its US counterpart. There are probably two reasons for that. First my mother was born on the Fourth of July and we are estranged. Second Rick died on July 5 and July 3 was a very gut wrenching day for me as well as some of his relatives who saw him one last time before he died.
So I guess I have a new tradition - and that is a good thing.
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
As I wait for a check
I realize I made the right move.
OK, the hand got forced, but I no longer am commuting to the desert and probably am the better person for it. Although I have been waiting for a check, I at least am not hounded for money even though I tell someone that cash flow is a little tight and it has to wait. It becomes just my problem.
I am, however a little hacked that someone dragged their feet in getting me a check and the represent now that I should be getting one via overnight mail by the end of the week. A blow out is in order.
Did I mention my angel is watching after me. Just as I thought I would be short until Friday, I got some money that will get me through. Good move.
So, September will be busy and we shall see how things progress.
OK, the hand got forced, but I no longer am commuting to the desert and probably am the better person for it. Although I have been waiting for a check, I at least am not hounded for money even though I tell someone that cash flow is a little tight and it has to wait. It becomes just my problem.
I am, however a little hacked that someone dragged their feet in getting me a check and the represent now that I should be getting one via overnight mail by the end of the week. A blow out is in order.
Did I mention my angel is watching after me. Just as I thought I would be short until Friday, I got some money that will get me through. Good move.
So, September will be busy and we shall see how things progress.
Friday, August 25, 2017
Fetish of the Day
Due to circumstances within and beyond everyone's control, I am in a sexual relationship with a guy that lives with his mom.
I'm cool with that, however that means a trip to a hotel if we want to do anything X rated.
You guessed it. He is turned on by performing the act in a hotel room.
Needless to say, this kinkster is thankful for the invention of Priceline - especially since I have to do something in San Diego the Friday before pick a side and stick to it weekend because some I-5 work requires that the San Ysidro border crossing be closed.
Should make for a fun weekend.
I'm cool with that, however that means a trip to a hotel if we want to do anything X rated.
You guessed it. He is turned on by performing the act in a hotel room.
Needless to say, this kinkster is thankful for the invention of Priceline - especially since I have to do something in San Diego the Friday before pick a side and stick to it weekend because some I-5 work requires that the San Ysidro border crossing be closed.
Should make for a fun weekend.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Boy did I screw that one up.
If you are looking for future dispatches from the Desert in this blog, I have bad news for you.
That might not happen.
As you may know, I agreed to split my time between the desert and San Diego for another year in April. Within about four days, the housemate made it clear that I made a mistake because he decided to have one of his bipolar episodes and take it out on me.
May rolls around. He finds love in a fifth wheel trailer in the middle of nowhere in San Bernadino County. Asking me to take him there and back was reasonable. Saying that when we went out I was only expected to be a minder for him while he gets stark raving drunk to the point of blacking out wasn't. Insisting I pay for the bottle of Jack Daniels Mr. Fifth Wheel wanted was definitely unreasonable.
Did I mention for the second year in a row, he didn't bother to take me out on my birthday, even though I took him out to celebrate his? I say that because even when the Amate was flat broke, he managed to take me out for drinks to celebrate my birthday (No, I don't know how he did it.)
I head back to San Diego to get stuff done. I am greeted with a text asking if I give him money so he could financially bail out Mr. Fifth Wheel. I said no. I got a text saying, "Stay in San Diego."
Of course the next day, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, "HELLO, TIJUANA! THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!" As I started pounding pavement, I get an apology and a request to come back and meet his mom (a really nice, smart woman by the way.)
Mommy and I see eye to eye on certain things about him. He is upset that we do.
He also got sexually frustrated and spent two weeks using me as an emotional punching bag. Ultimately that led to a trip to CCBC where I decided to fight back by engaging in as much sexual activity as I could.
He wasn't happy that I was getting laid and he wasn't. OK who could not resist being asked to participate in a window show that you are ogling?
So I head back for SD Pride and a doctor appointment, and return to the desert for two weeks.
It was going well for a week and a half - then he was told by someone he met on line that they were not coming over to his place to have a sex fest.
He turned on me.
He insisted on my paying for a night out.
He then on that night out thwarted an assignation I was undertaking.
He then was hacked that I was leaving Sunday morning.
I leave Sunday morning and he texts, "Don't come back."
Don't worry, that won't happen.
At least I didn't say anything.
So, it's on to the next round.
That might not happen.
As you may know, I agreed to split my time between the desert and San Diego for another year in April. Within about four days, the housemate made it clear that I made a mistake because he decided to have one of his bipolar episodes and take it out on me.
May rolls around. He finds love in a fifth wheel trailer in the middle of nowhere in San Bernadino County. Asking me to take him there and back was reasonable. Saying that when we went out I was only expected to be a minder for him while he gets stark raving drunk to the point of blacking out wasn't. Insisting I pay for the bottle of Jack Daniels Mr. Fifth Wheel wanted was definitely unreasonable.
Did I mention for the second year in a row, he didn't bother to take me out on my birthday, even though I took him out to celebrate his? I say that because even when the Amate was flat broke, he managed to take me out for drinks to celebrate my birthday (No, I don't know how he did it.)
I head back to San Diego to get stuff done. I am greeted with a text asking if I give him money so he could financially bail out Mr. Fifth Wheel. I said no. I got a text saying, "Stay in San Diego."
Of course the next day, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, "HELLO, TIJUANA! THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!" As I started pounding pavement, I get an apology and a request to come back and meet his mom (a really nice, smart woman by the way.)
Mommy and I see eye to eye on certain things about him. He is upset that we do.
He also got sexually frustrated and spent two weeks using me as an emotional punching bag. Ultimately that led to a trip to CCBC where I decided to fight back by engaging in as much sexual activity as I could.
He wasn't happy that I was getting laid and he wasn't. OK who could not resist being asked to participate in a window show that you are ogling?
So I head back for SD Pride and a doctor appointment, and return to the desert for two weeks.
It was going well for a week and a half - then he was told by someone he met on line that they were not coming over to his place to have a sex fest.
He turned on me.
He insisted on my paying for a night out.
He then on that night out thwarted an assignation I was undertaking.
He then was hacked that I was leaving Sunday morning.
I leave Sunday morning and he texts, "Don't come back."
Don't worry, that won't happen.
At least I didn't say anything.
So, it's on to the next round.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Happy Birthday, Rick
Today would be Rick's 77th birthday if he were still alive.
Meanwhile in San Francisco, today is the day of the Pride Parade. For every year except for the 2015 we hit every one.
I was thinking about it all day, and about we managed to have a good time even at the 2014 one in which our day was shorter because Rick wasn't feeling 100% well. It was really sad to think about especially since in 2015 I displayed gallows humor as he was getting a bath and I noted he was getting a spa treatment for his birthday. At that point he was progressively shutting down and the apartment felt more like the departure lounge than anything else.
I will probably think more about it over the next two weeks.
There are other stories, but I will save them for future posts.
Meanwhile in San Francisco, today is the day of the Pride Parade. For every year except for the 2015 we hit every one.
I was thinking about it all day, and about we managed to have a good time even at the 2014 one in which our day was shorter because Rick wasn't feeling 100% well. It was really sad to think about especially since in 2015 I displayed gallows humor as he was getting a bath and I noted he was getting a spa treatment for his birthday. At that point he was progressively shutting down and the apartment felt more like the departure lounge than anything else.
I will probably think more about it over the next two weeks.
There are other stories, but I will save them for future posts.
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