Saturday, August 10, 2019

As City Fest approaches

I find it hard to believe that City Fest is coming up tomorrow.

Yes, I'm going, which means a return to the US.

Not really looking forward to returning to the US, but it's a bunch of duty dances.  When done, it's back to Mexico until my trip to Houston.

Should be a fun few days.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Rescue Mission or Fool's Errand

Well, I don't know.

I knew when I started dating someone that poor family dynamics on his end were an issue.

In spite of the fact they are poor, he decided to move with his sister and family to Lake Jackson, TX then Angleton, TX.  We all told him not to go, but he did anyway.

Well, it didn't work out as planned and his sister struck him.

Big no no.

So, next week, I'm going to pick him up and take him back to San Diego.

That is his Xmas present.

I told him the rest is up to him.  He says that he has everything set up.  I'm not so sure.

But we will see what happens.

Sunday, August 4, 2019

Weekend Observations

Couple of things I noted.

I'm used to the fact after four years, when strangers call me on the phone in Mexico and are basing the call on something I filled out, they take the path of least resistance and call me by my middle name.  That is because it is Spanish.  I have gotten so used to it, I just laugh it off.  It was confirmed to me yesterday by someone out to sell me a condo that I was correct in the logic.

In real estate, it really is location, location, location no matter where you go.  That said, I noted the money I would save for a cheaper place would all go to a car.  Sigh.

I really need to do more stuff such as look at condos and shop for cars.  It's good for my Spanish.  Also good exercises are anything to do with fine arts and lectures.

After two mass shootings, I wonder if I am safer in Tijuana than in the United States.  Note that Tijuana is not known for being particularly safe.  I'll know more on the 11th when I return to the US.

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

I was busy

I just wrote out a bill and figured out why I felt like I was dealing with a client every time I turned around.

It was because I was!

The check will be nice.

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Rescue Missions

I don't know if I should be running a fools errand, but someone wants to be rescued from a situation he doesn't like.

OK, I probably would not want to live in Angleton, TX carless as public transport to civilization (Houston) is nonexistent.  I get that.

He also did not want to leave San Diego.  Everyone who knew him said, "figure something out."

Did he?  No.

So, he is almost two years living there.  I'm pretty sure he didn't do anything to try to make it work, and that has set off alarm bells in my head.  I suspect he wants me to rescue and support him and that is something that cannot happen due to my precarious financial state.

I'll put it bluntly, after it blew up in the desert, I was glad to have Tijuana to come back to.  People know me here and I still am enamored with living in a neighborhood with a high walk score.  The fact that it is inexpensive to live here is incidental, but it does come in handy if you get hit with big expenses.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

I ask him how preparations for a return to San Diego are going?

I hear crickets.

Not good.

Let's see where we go from here.

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Instant Gratification

Yes, I do understand why people want someone to wave a magic wand and rescue them.  I'm dating someone who is seeking just that so he can come back to San Diego.

I look at that through an intersting prism in that it took me 15 years from the time I decided I wanted to give SoCal a try until I wound up here.  During that time I did a lot of homework and planning.

As you may suspect, the original plan and what ended up happening were two different things.  Which means I am now in an agreeable neighborhood in Tijuana plotting my next move.

So patience may be a virtue after all.

Sunday, July 21, 2019

Step One

In Alcoholics Anonymous, the first step is to admit,  "we were powerless over alcohol—that our lives had become unmanageable." (The Twelve Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous, https://www.aa.org/assets/en_US/smf-121_en.pdf, viewed July 21, 2019.)

Today is a Facebook friend's second anniversary of taking that first step.  He showed a picture of the chip he got from AA celebrating two years.  More importantly he showed a pic of his mug shot which I presume was taken the day he took that first step.

Couple of things come to mind.

First, when I walk past AA meetings, it is not a rare sighting to see someone who could use help in dealing with their addictions outside looking in as the participants discuss their lives before and after they took Step One.  I suspect they know they have an issue, but are not for whatever reason ready to deal with it.

Which brings me to my next point, which I was reminded about the hard way.  I believe that no one can do Step One for someone else.  I may be fully cognizant that someone else has a problem even though they may not be a danger to themselves or others (that is another story,) but I cant fix things for them.

Of course, that brings a new challenge that I have to figure out how to deal with.  Again, that is another story for another time.

The last thing I was reminded of was the time I had to do Step One about something in December 1987.  I woke up after a three day drinking binge I engaged in after being thrown out by my parents in a stranger's bed.  I realized, that if I stayed in Houston, I would die a quick death.  I knew I had to leave in order to live and ended up starting a new life in Denver.

It was one of the best decisions I ever made.