Saturday, January 12, 2019


Telcel has jerked me around since the 20th of December. I have been to the office three times. They say I have to stay home because they will be at my house soon but they never come. They make commitments that they have no intention of keeping. 

I feel like a captive in my own home. I can go out on weekends because they don't work then. I am at a coffee shop now. I have no phone either. This is frustrating beyond belief. Strange thing is that a Mexican man at a bar near my house called them and they came out in two hours for him. It looks like I won't have internet as I refuse to continue their games with me. They should just tell me that I won't get it instead of jerking me around. I feel like I am in a Kafka short story.

Thursday, January 3, 2019


No computer. Spending my time at the telcel office trying to figure out why....... 

Sunday, December 30, 2018

Morning Thoughts

After weeks of packing, unpacking and moving furniture, I am able to take a couple of days off. I still have a lot of work to do on this new house in order to be comfortable. I do not have a working water heater nor is my washer/dryer hooked up. Rubin, the man who moved me over here, is coming tomorrow to help with a few things. In the meantime, I am going to try to rest today. After I get settled in here I will walk around San Antonio and take pictures and post them. 

I have a view of the sunrise out my kitchen window. It faces the back yard. I have a view of the sunset from the balcony in the front of the house. I feel so lucky to have a sense of space instead of feeling closed in. 

It is noisy here now because of the holidays. More fireworks will be going off as New Year's Eve approaches. I feel like I have a new life now. It was worth all the effort but for sure I will sell my heavy furniture before I move again. 

I wish everyone a very Happy New Year. I may not write again until after the holiday. I appreciate the e mails people have been sending to me. Maybe one day I can get the comments to work on here. That would be a good goal.  Until then, you can e mail me at:

My kitchen

Mural painted on my wall in the living room.

Friday, December 28, 2018

Sunset as seen from my new deck

I sat up on my deck this evening and watched the sunset with Chico. We are very very happy here. Lots of work to do still but that is okay.

The mountains.

Chico is on my lap, watching the street. He loves to watch everything from above.

It is still a mess up on the deck. Needs cleaning and fixing up but you get the idea. It is so nice to be out of that lower apartment with my landlord and his wife living above me.

I think this will be my place every evening at sunset time. I feel free finally. It is wonderful to see the world again instead of being stuck with no view.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Morning Thoughts

Count Down. Two days before moving day. I haven't slept over three hours a night for the past week. I think and worry too much. This morning I told the owner of the local grocery store that I will be moving on Saturday. He said, "Why are you moving? Too noisy there?" 

I guess this corner is famous for noise. Or infamous, depending on your point of view. 

I said, "Yes and walking up and down this hill is getting too hard for me. I am getting too old."

 I figured it was more polite to say that I am getting too old for here instead of complaining about the neighborhood. 

I asked if he would save me some boxes. I never have enough boxes. I have too much stuff. Maybe after I move, I will be able to get rid of a lot of it. For now, I don't have the time to do that. I HATE MOVING! I probably would have stayed here until my death but my landlord tipped the scales too far to the bad side by raising the rent by one third and threatening that if I didn't pay it, he would make me move out because his relative wants to live here and is willing to pay what he wants for it. So I decided to move. I don't like to be threatened. Funny, the relative never showed up and he tacked a For Rent sign on the outside of the house.

Now the bad things far outweigh the good and it is time to go to a new place. I have put up with a lot in order to avoid moving. This morning when I walked out my door, again I saw a pile of dog poop right next to the step. The neighbors are rocking and rolling with loud music. Garbage is overflowing down the street from the dump area. Time to leave. 

I am not happy.   Maybe after I am in the new place and I have slept a few nights, I will feel better about it. But as I already wrote, I HATE MOVING!