REVENGE!!!!!!

OK, I'm back in San Diego because I needed to pick up my prescription and a check arrived.

Someone was working on leading me on, and it was really great.  Then he finds True Love and quits responding to my voice mails.

And I put up with three nights in a hotel room in which it was all about the other guy.

I melted down.

Of course, he now is busy, and I just got a text rather than a phone call saying hope you are well.

One thing is that he got off on doing it in a hotel room.  That's fine because I Priceline my way into nice ones.

This round, got to extract revenge not just on him but also on someone else who asked me to house sit, meaning I could not lick my wounds in Puerto Vallarta.  I reconfigure everything for him and he THEN tells me that he changed his mind and had someone else do it AFTER I bought tickets.

Did I mention he wants me to move back in with him?

So, I needed a place to stay in SD and Priceline came through with this kick ass junior suite off of Hotel Circle.  Let's just say if it had a kitchen, it would make the perfect apartment for me as it now looks like it will just be me for the foreseeable future.

Now, If I can find someone to spend some time with me IN the suite, it would be more interesting, but I think I don't mind being a widowed 52 year old right now.

Wow, time flies

I knew this round of Tijuana would last until this weekend.

I didn't realize it would go so fast.

The only unaccomplished mission is repairing a broken screen for my phone.  Other than that, life is good.

The only thing is, how have I managed to generate so much laundry so quickly.  I did it on Tuesday and it is already piling up.

I'll solve that problem later.

Why tears were rolling down my eyes today

The former roommate in the desert decided he needed a therapy session today.

Guess who he woke up?

The discussion was the issue of seeing his ailing mother.  I told him he needs to do it while she is alive.

And that got me to thinking about my amate and how I would much rather remember the night he cried in my arms realizing how much I loved him than the funeral in which he was displayed in a casket.

That upset me.

I wish I could erase the memory of him, in a casket, wearing a cheap suit.

I'd rather remember the time I let him sleep over because his luck ran out and he needed a dry place to stay.

Or the time I made sure he was safe and sound the day he got very drunk after losing his immigration case.

Or the time he realized that I was fond of him when I told him I was going to get an International Driving Permit should I have to go to Guatemala to be with him.

Or the times he just listened to me when Rick had his first stroke.

Or the times he let me cuddle him because I needed a teddy bear to help me deal with Rick's stroke (he hated that sort of thing.)

Or the lullabys  he sang to me - especially, "Tu eres algo para siempre."

Yeah, I'd much rather remember that.

Due to Circumstances Beyond My Control

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.

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 49^th, 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 50^th. 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.

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.

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.