I am back at my casita. So far the water is still on. I am hoping it will stay on at least until time for me to go up to Portland next week. This problem is too stressful and involved for me to try to fix between now and then. So if I run out of water, I will have to live without it for a few day or go stay with a friend. I am hoping for the best and I won't have to leave here between now and my trip. I love my home. Chico does too.
Living in that apartment near the plaza finally put to rest my fantasy that I would be happy up there. I wouldn't. Without sleep I am a wreck. Nothing is fun or interesting. I can't sleep with too much action going on all around me. I thought I would be going to the plaza everyday but I only went a couple of times. I was too tired to care.
I just spaced out on the couch in the living room and flipped the channels on the television. That was not easy either because there was no remote. I had to keep getting up and doing it manually. Oh how we are spoiled. Years ago, we used to have to do that all the time. The technology has improved since then but not the quality of the programs. There isn't much that is worth watching. Of all the hours I was there I can't remember ONE program that I thought was interesting enough to watch all the way through. So I was up and down all through that so called relaxing time. So glad to be back home where there is no television set to tempt me into vegetating. I can keep busy packing my suitcases.
When I was living half a block from the plaza, I took a late afternoon walk and ran into a celebration. I was told that it was for a priest, celebrating 25 years of his service to the church. Everyone was having fun. Lots of food and dancing. That was the best part of living up there but the night noise kept me awake and I couldn't enjoy these things. I was too tired all the time. I am glad to be living back at my casita. For now.
Things are mess in my life at the moment. I have had to abandon my little casita because I have no water. I don't know if it can be fixed or not but the landlady is refusing to do it. That means I will have to pay for installing a tanque on my roof and if it is too expensive, I will move out. For now, I have been living in a friend's apartment in town. Interesting place. Years ago, Jerry Garcia lived there. And also painters have lived in it. It has a beautiful living room and lots of light. It is just around the corner from the Plaza. Only problem is the noise. Especially on weekends. Last Saturday there was a band playing until three in the morning. So no sleep for me that night. Lots of traffic goes by on that street.
I have also not had internet access. I am back to my casita for the morning. I may move back here until I go to Portland. I guess I can get buckets of water from the yard. At least it is quiet here.
I haven't answered any comments or e mails. Hopefully, I can do that now. If I don't fall asleep at the computer. I woke up at three a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep. So I am either going to sleep at three a.m. or getting up at three a.m. I am too old for this stuff. No wonder I don't want to travel.
It is still very hot here now. I have been having water problems at my casita. The pump isn't working. But the workmen have been here on and off for several days, trying to get it to working properly.
I may have to move. The man who lives in the main house may have to move back to Canada. I can't afford to rent this entire place.
If he does move, he may give me Chico. That is a huge added responsibility for me, especially in finding another place to live. I have a lead on an apartment in town. That might be interesting since I never go out at night. I would feel safe going out at night there because it is just a block from the plaza.
I am not good with change. Especially since I have been very happy in my little casita for six or seven years. I have lost count. I must have had some inkling that moving was going to be in my future when I bought all this furniture.
I was thinking this morning that I have become too complacent. Things have been too easy for me. Life is giving me a kick in the butt..... But what terrible timing. I am leaving for Portland on June 6th for seven weeks. I must have faith that this is all going to work out for the best......
I have been feeling a lot of guilt about being gone for nine days and not feeding the stray cats. I don't know much about cats. I didn't understand that once you start feeding a stray cat, you are obligated to feed it for it's entire lifetime, or else you will suffer untold bouts of guilt.....
The one tame cat was here two days ago and hung out on my window ledge all day long. She looked very sick so I cooked her some chicken and opened a can of tuna for her. She managed to eat it all. She disappeared yesterday and I worried about her. I was sure she had died and that death was on my conscious. Then this morning she showed up, meowing as usual with great gusto, refusing to touch the dry food that she has been eating for years. Now she wants the good stuff... cooked chicken. Canned tuna.
How did I get myself into this mess?????
I know. Love. Love is a powerful force. I have to admit to myself that I love this cat, the neighbor's cat. So I have the responsibility of taking care of my landlord's dog, Chico, and three cats, two wild ones plus the one that belongs the neighbor. (I also have an herb garden that needs to be watered or else it too will die.) I am going to be gone for seven weeks. My trip to Portland starts on June 6th. I don't know what to do about all of these responsibilities I have gathered up. I can't afford to hire a house sitter. I am like the shoemaker whose kids have no shoes.