Four Years Later

Four years ago, about when I am writing this (11.22 PM) I thanked a nurse who came to the apartment, declared Rick dead, arranged for the coroner to release the remains to me and verified that I faxed the paperwork for his cremation so that the ball got rolling on that.

So, I've been a widower for four years.  It's been an amazing journey.

So let's look at what went wrong first over the past four years.

• I could have planned my San Francisco exit better.  Although I got what I wanted and then some out of my landlady, I should have not waited until the deal was inked to get rid of stuff.  The reason why I waited was just as the deal was about to be inked, she had an, "emergency," and needed to go to LA.  I didn't trust the woman to go through with it and was ready for a fight.  Should have not worried about her and just gotten my act together and gotten out.
  
• I was in and out of a roommate situation for four years that I really didn't want to continue.  It was an interesting ride, but I should have gotten out sooner.
  
• I haven't done as good a job as I should have regarding the health issues that cropped up after five years of caregiving.  Part of it was being aimless, but a few things have cropped up and I have to get to work on getting back into reasonable shape.
  
• I have not gone to Guatemala to give the Amate the good bye he deserved.  Especially over the past three weeks, he has popped up in my dreams.  I miss him very much.
  
  

Now, let's look at what went right.

• I got out of San Francisco.  I had wanted to for years and finally did it.  The uprooting was good for me and I don't have to deal with the effects of the economic cleansing of San Francisco.  I don't whine about being displaced in the least.  I'm happy I left for bigger and better things.
  
• I found a place that feels like home.  That place is Tijuana.  To an extent, I fell down when I quit the above mentioned roommate situation and this is the place that said, "Welcome home.  Glad you're back."  So I'm here.  I've picked myself up.  I've dusted myself off and it's on to the next round.  I've also revised my kitchen budget (Now MXN 12,500) and Washer / Dryer budget (MXN 20,000)
  
• I am catching up on the travel front.  Six trips to Texas, three to Las Vegas, Phoenix, Monterrey, Mazatlan, Mexico City (three times) and San Miguel de Allende (also three times)
  
• My new annual tradition is going to the LA Auto Show.  I might even do it on Thanksgiving Weekend.
  
• I've found I can date.  Kissed some frogs, but there may be a prince that came out of it all.  Stay tuned.

So, the adventure continues.  Let's see what life has in store for us.

As I Play Catch Up

This week has been nothing but playing catch up.

I should be done with it by the end of the week.

I'm also dealing with another issue

Comic Con

San Diego Pride is the same day as the start of Comic Con.  This means it's impossible to get a hotel room at a decent price.  If the situation were different, I would just do a quick trip to San Diego to pick up mail and skate.  However it's Pride and I don't want to miss it, so I will have to get creative on how I will do all the US stuff I need to do after I get my check.

Vegas maybe?

Who knows.  All I know is I won't go running back to the ex roommate any time soon.

Back to Square One

So, I am now back in Tijuana.

I'm not dealing with the lies

I'm not dealing with the untrustworthiness

And I'm not going back.

I'm sorry the dog is unhappy that I left, but even he knows the now former housemate is a louse and a screw up.

And the relationship drama hit a new low.  The former housemate and his boyfriend broke up.  Guess he couldn't handle the fact that the boyfriend is raising a kid with his ex.

And the former housemate wants me to come back.

I may have to go, again, to Palm Springs to sit him down and lay all the cards on the table. I mean it has hit the point where 30 seconds have elapsed and the act is not worthy of continuing.

GONG

In other news, Tijuana Pride was a success and I had some fun.  It was nice celebrating something for once, even if it was the fact I found a new bar to hang out in.

So, here is to more stories about good times.

OK crisis almost solved

OK, so unexpected expenses have happened due to a chapter of my life ending badly.  Oh well, it just means that we cannot be generous with money for three weeks, and I'm OK with that.

That said, not having to live with someone who wants to live the druggie life - PRICELESS!  My only regret is not making the decision in Houston not to go back to the BS.  Of course Karma immediately reacted by making absolutely sure that irrops would bite me on the butt.

But what's done is done.  Yeah, money will be tight for a little while, but it will work out in the end.

But I'm not dealing with someone who made the decision to live the druggie life with his druggie boyfriend.

In other news, I set up the GPS notification so the bank can track me down when I put something on my card.  That way, it will make life in Mexico much easier.

Anyway, coming soon is the revenge trip.   Should be fun.

Stay tuned.

Well, That Was an Interesting Aftermath.

So, I went back to Palm Springs on my birthday - and I was reminded that in February I should have decided on a bus in Houston not to head back as the housemate turned out to be untrustworthy and decided that getting back with his druggie boyfriend was just too important to pick me up from the Ontario Airport.

He said, he wanted to take me out for my birthday. I paid for it.

He complained he didn't see much of the druggie boyfriend while I was away.  I was surprised by that one.

While I was away, they only had sex once (I had daily sex with my date while I was with him.)

And when he DID come over he basically was passed out from a drug binge for 48 hours.

Oh what fun.

Then the roommate asked me to drive them to LA promising to pay for gas.  Yeah, I paid for it.  They couldn't even spring for a coke for me.  Too broke and too infatuated with each other.

Someone is not happy and commented about it.

Roommate's nose was out of joint, and he made it quite clear via text message.

So I ran errands in LA and learned my check was waiting in San Diego.  I wound up taking them back and I booked a ticket to SD to pick up the check and take care of a few things.

While in the Town and Country, roommate decided he didn't want to live with me anymore and I said, "Fine, I'll be by Monday to pick things up."

He then trash talks me.

I went to Palm Springs, attended to an eye doctor appointment, picked up my stuff and left.

His parting shot?  "I need $300 for utilities."  Note it was originally $250.

So, the dishonesty and lying are done.  I don't think he realizes he was cut off financially in the process as he did a $300 money beg yesterday.

So, what's next?

Well, Tijuana Pride is this weekend, so I will attend that.  Afterwards, I will plot my next move.

AND exact revenge.

Stay tuned.

Happy Third Anniversary

Of what?

Well, now that Shavout is over with this year, it is also marks three years since a self imposed period of not being serious about pursuing a relationship ended.

So where do things stand?

The person who I though was relationship material then is just a friend now.  I got involved with four guys and they have clarified what I want in terms of a relationship.  I guess what I want is a companion and a co conspirator.  I think I found someone who falls in that category.

I also know I don't want someone who thinks I am the money tree.  I got involved in one situation where that was how I was perceived and ultimately broke it off nicely.

So, what now?

I'm having adult conversations with someone about where our relationship is going and we shall see what happens.  I think we are both ready to go from him and I to we.

Details as they occur.

As I await laundry being done.

OK, the trip to Texas went very well. 

The date was great.  We saw my nephew graduate from college and went to the Van Gough exhibit at the Houston Museum of Fine Arts.  In between the two events, we hung out, learned about video games, went shopping and explored various haunts from my sordid past.

And now the laundry is done, soo, more later.