Spamming

Just a bit pissed off. I appreciate that people I don't know read this blog, I wouldn't have thought it possible, and maybe it's not entirely true, but the possibility doesn't bother me. However, it DOES piss me off that out of the blue people come into my blogs (this one and Anais's Travels) and use the comment section like an ad forum. I don't do this to anyone, not even to plug my own blogs, much less to plug websites or whatever else it is that people like YOU ( dominque19kalyn and someone else whose user got erased from my registry as soon as I deleted his/her comment) are trying to plug. News and ads do not interest me, or at least I do not appreciate my blog being used as a tableau for commercial/public expression. If I want to see ads or read news, I will log onto the appropriate sites. This is not one of them. Please do not use my blog to plug your shit anymore. Besides, this doesn't get many hits. Go get a popular blog and leave mine well alone.

Moving day is at hand. Prepare to move your very, very odd family.

^{"They put our burrow on the fourth floor!"}

Viernes, segun sali, fue para hacer unas diligencias con mi hermano (creo yo) ... tiene que haber sido asi, casi no recuerdo el viernes en la noche, solo se q mi adorada media toronja esa noche no durmio, sino que se quedo dormido en las escaleras del nuevo apartamento tratando de subir el sof (que eventualmente termino botandose pq no habia forma de hacerlo caber ni por las escaleras ni por el balcon)

El sabado me levante relativamente temprano (9:30AM) para llevar a mi mama a donde la estilista pq se le antojo que el recorte del fin de semana anterior se lo habian hecho mal. (OJO: A esa hora que sali fue que desayune, como a las 10AM). Luego de estar una hora y pico alla, la lleve a Sam's a hacer compras (ya ahi eran como las 12 del mediodia). Saliendo de Sam's, zacate! una pelea con Chichi (mi hermana) y su condenao telefono-apendice. Eniweis, eso fue llegar a casa con la compra, para cambiarme, montar las cajas de la mudanza mia que ya tenia listas al baul de mi carro y arrancar para Santurce para empezar las labores de mudanza. No me acuerdo ya ni que hora era cuando sali de casa de mi madre.

El sabado fue cuestion de subir al cuarto piso puros bloques de cemento (estos son parte integral de los tablilleros de Eze y Fonso, 22 bloques en total). Aparte de eso, muchas otras cosas mas se subieron por esas escaleras, aparte de la nevera y la estufa, que la subieron los se~ores que las trajeron, pero igual, es tremendo trabajito. A fin de cuentas salimos de alli como a las 7:30 embalaos, sin ba~arnos, sudados, apestosos, hambrientos (pq nunca nos detuvimos a comer) hacia la estacion (incluida yo, pq el sabado fue mi debut como colaboradora de Frecuencias Alternas wiiii ). Eso fue caer en casa, recoger una muda de ropa para arrancar para la estacion, y alla tienen un ba~ito (SIN calentador, esa agua sale como de freezer) y alli me pude venir a ba~ar como a las 10PM y con un dolor de cabeza encojonao, que se me exacerbo con el frio excesivo, y olvidate ... sin comer tampoco desde las 10AM (por doce horas) me sentia digna de un flushazo ... Me tuve que recostar en el piso de uno de los salones sin usar, no pude cumplir con mis tareas de archivista oficial del programa esa noche y para el colmo al acostarme el dolor de cabeza se fue in crescendo... Vinimos a comer a las 2AM, despues de salir del programa. Y ya mi dolor de cabeza convertido en migra~a estaba tan fuerte, q me dio nauseas y no pude comer tampoco. Una Advil y pa'la cama a eso de las 2:30AM.

El domingo nos levantamos al mediodia, me comi las sobras mias de la noche anterior, y asi mismo le meti las manos a la cocina, para empacar todo todo todo lo que habia alli. A eso de las 4:30 o 5PM salimos al apt nuevo (ya los muchachos habian hecho par de rondas con la ayuda del papa y el hermano de Eze)... lo mismo ... no comimos de nuevo sino hasta las 7:30 ... sali del meollo como a las 10PM, muerta de cansancio, sudada ... pa mi casa, donde igual, nadie nunca se entero del trabajo horrible que pase (si, lo resiento, pq Eze tenia a su hermano y a su papa ayudandonos, Fonso tenia a su papa y a su amigo ayudandonos ... yo no tenia a nadie, mi hermano me salio con el issue de que estaba enfermo y listo, mi mama y mi hermana no me iban a ayudar... y mi papa en Florida ... ... q era el quien siempre me ayudaba con esas cosas ... ayyy, pa!

Eniweis, ya hoy los chicos entregan su apt viejo, aun faltaban par de cosas, pero creo q sacamos el grueso del trabajo alante en el fin de semana, con el unico gran detalle de que ninguno de nosotros descanso un carajo ... pero creo q valio la pena la movida ... ahora solo falta lo mio

Get Happy

... on the tragic qualities of human nature, or how we lose childhood's brilliance little by little until all is left is a gray, dry, empty husk.


Self Note:

Remember: "Elegia" by New Order

Stumbleine

Many things have come down since last time I wrote. I did have my one-week vacation, which was spent mostly apartment-hunting with Eze and Fonso. I had time to rest, to fool around, to stay up very very late... my last day, I went to a wake, though, something that shook the core of my small group of friends. M.'s mother died, and although I didn't know the lady, when Eze told me, it hit me like a stone to the face.

Strangely enough, even if my mother came to mind, it hurt most because of M., because I know how much this must hurt her. What else could I say at a moment like this? These are probably the kind of moments in which silence is perfection.

...


The move will start on Friday most possibly. Our new landlord's name is Edwin ("Hi! My name is Edwin! I will be your landlord today!" <-- yes, I could easily picture this rosy-cheeked person saying that) and the apartment is, for lack of better words, almost perfect:
3 spacy rooms
ample common space (living room/dining room)
a killer view (this is almost in the heart of our capital city, and you can see as far as the mountains, even on a hazy day)
very nice ventilation (a breeze runs through it, YES!)

The only deal that concerns me a bit is the Luna(dog)/Chivita(cat) interaction possibilities:
Worst case scenario: Cat & Dog will hate each other to death, or at least to the point of trying to kill each other, and Luna will have to spend weekdays, 8AM - 5PM, inside our room, destroying everything in sight out of pure boredom or desperation to get out.
Best case scenario: They will ignore each other, in which case it would be fine and dandy, I could let Luna roam the place freely during the day.

Another option would be to leave Luna at Mom's during the week, and then have a divorced-parent-like deal in which I could pick her up on Friday and return her Sunday night. But I still have heavy doubts, even about that arrangement, which would mean possible feelings of unstability and anxiety for Luna. Plus Monday was Ex-Pet Day too...

Yeah, Ex-Pet Day: Aeris's owner asked me to take care of her for a few weeks, while Copito (their other dog, one cute, little, white puff who has allegedly been a wonderful playmate for Aeris)recovers from an acute heart condition. Mom said "yes" on our following phone call (she even went as far as to say "How could I say no, if you're taking me to Dianita's on saturday?" (Dianita is our hairstylist, she lives a 30-minutes drive away, and while to me that is a reasonable distance, Mom refuses to drive beyond the San Juan-Rio Piedras borders, even Guaynabo is a bit too far and to me that is just plain lazy)... then, later on I got a call from my brother, ranting about all that was wrong about putting together Hyper-jumper Luna with Uber-crazy Aeris... then when I got home, Mom went ahead and against all my wishes that she would hold true to her word, she changed her mind. Unfortunately, I'm not the vengeful type. I'm still taking her to Dianita's. But I just wish that for once she started doing things for herself. It's not even the gas expenses, I can live with that. Last known time she drove to a place more than 20 minutes away was to go to Palmas del Mar to meet up with the prick that was her lover at the time. If she could place just half the effort to do things for herself instead of doing things to please men ... **sigh**

Well, that same night, after the whole hair-rising scene that ensued out of mom's chickenshit back-out, I received a call from an unknown number. Somebody had found Cleo (my second cat, and Aeris's second playmate, being Nina - Mom's dog - her first). Now, I started wondering why the hell were they calling me. It has been more than a year since I moved out of Martha's house, handing Vero (one of my stepsisters, the oldest) the cat, a cat that was born into the family when I was 21 and working my private life away in Cabo Rojo for Unisys. I figured Vero would take good care of Cleo, I mean, this cat is family. Well, later on, long after the fact, I realized Vero had given the cat away. It didn't exactly surprise me, since she married into a family intolerant of cats (and with a combined IQ insufficient to understand that black cats are not bad luck). I trusted her, though, to had chosen an appropriate place for her, a place she would be loved and taken care of, as I did (while under my care, Cleo was spayed, tagged and got over her fear of small dogs). Surprised may I be to find that the idiot that adopted her didn't even bother to change the tag so it would display THEIR phone number! IT MAKES ME REALLY MAD!

... since life is telling me "This is what you get for giving pets away.", I'm not leaving anyone behind from now on. Luna stays with me, no matter what. Apparently you can't trust anyone, not even family, to give importance to the things you care about, much less care themsleves.