My friend Jack arrives on Sunday and he wants me to stay here until Tuesday to show him my routines. Not much to do here. The animals are so easy. They always have dry food out and eat whenever they are hungry and Chico is happy with a short walk twice a day. An old dog is much easier than a young dog. When Chico first started walking with me, we here both much younger. We walked all over this town for hours everyday. Now we both get tired after one walk into town and back. Chico passes out on his soft pillows as soon as we get in the door and sleeps the rest of the afternoon.
I remember when I first came here I was housesitting. That was before Chico belonged to me and Olive was a wild cat. I had no animals of my own. I used to be amazed at all the things people did for their animals, all the special foods they cooked for them. I would end up spending half my day feeding the animals and changing cat litter boxes. Olive doesn't like litter boxes. I tried it once. She likes to just go out in my garden. My animals mostly just need to be loved and petted. Wouldn't we all like that?
I have been having lots of dreams about being loved and petted lately. Then I wake up from one of these dreams and realize that I am alone. (That didn't bother me before now. I don't know why I have changed. Maybe too many years of being alone.) Except for Chico and Olive, in my bed and awake and wanting to be petted. They are such a gift to me. I am going to miss them on my trip.
I sometimes will go for days without talking with anyone. I used to go to the plaza and I would know a lot of people there but now that isn't true. I rarely see a familiar face. And the Lake Chapala Society kicked my dog out of their room with books for sale the other day. I have been taking him in there for years and no one complained. This time the man said, Well some people are allergic to dogs..... I decided that I would not go back there or reapply for my membership. It has gotten too North of the Border in it's ways.
And so I think, maybe it is time for ME to move on. Maybe I need to look for another area where I will not get kicked out of places because of my dog. I will see what happens on this little two week trip. First I go to San Blas to visit with my friend Pat, and then I will think of another town, further off the beach. The beaches are too hot for me most of the time.
I often think of moving. But then I stay. I do have a great life here. I would have to move to a town that has a hot springs swimming pool. That is why I have been looking at housing in Aguascalientes. Maybe I will visit there after San Blas. I am taking my i pad and my camera so I will be writing on the blog as I go along. Some people write to me, concerned when I don't put anything on my blog for several days. That makes me feel good to know that people out in the world, somewhere, are thinking about me and worrying about me. It seems that these days my friends are mostly online. I am going to be very busy getting my house cleaned up and packing these next few days. I may not write on here again until I get to San Blas.