Another market day has rolled around and instead of anticipating the pleasure of shopping, I am dreading it. Climbing over that fence with all my groceries and the grocery cart is not a pleasant thought. Or walking eight blocks around and dragging the cart back all those extra blocks. With all these gates going up, I no longer feel free. I can not walk to the lake or walk along the shore to the Lake Chapala Society. I can't even walk across the street to visit with my friend, Leslie. I am very depressed by this new situation. Maybe it is time for me to move on.