A Day Shot to Hell

I was so worried about the darn car battery I barely slept.  Triple A sent a lady to jump-start my car.  She ran three tests and told me that I needed to drive around for an hour without stopping so it could re-charge.  Just what I needed, to drive for an hour with no destination and at today’s high gas prices.

The thought of a drive to Galveston did cross my mind for a minute…but only for a minute as it was close to 1:00 p.m. and my return trip would put me smack down on I-45 rush hour traffic.

So where to go?  I-45 north seemed like a good choice.  Decided to pay a visit to Huntsville State Park, since it is an hours drive from my house.  I think the drought in this part of Texas is over, everything was green and thriving. Got to the park but they had an entrance fee so I turned around and headed back home.

Found a Shell station selling gas for $3.79 a gallon and decided to fill up.  Even though I had driven for two hours without stopping, I did not want to take any chances so I filled up with the car running.  I needed to go buy groceries that are so much cheaper here than in Del Rio but was afraid the car would not start back up.

My shed was broken into again, this makes four times that I know of…this time I decided to file a police report.  Got a really nice sheriff’s deputy but I was baffled that after he took my report, he walked over to a neighbor’s house and talked to the lady that answered the door.  Sure hope she doesn’t think I told him I suspected it was her, because I did not.  I do not even know her, but the Town Crier told me she has two worthless sons that do not work or go to school and that hang around in the now vacant house next to mine.

Sure hope tomorrow is a better day and that I can cross off many more things from my To Do List.

Good night.  May you all have Terlingua Dreams.

A mystery and a dead battery

Went to bed at 2:10 a.m. and woke up at 5:21 a.m.  Like I have mentioned before, it is hard for me to go to sleep when I have something to do or somewhere to go the next day.  Getting up early had its rewards as I was able to make it back home to Houston by 1:18 p.m. and beat the rush hour traffic.

The first thing I noticed as I pulled into the driveway was that my grass had recently been mowed.  This is so odd.  Remember back in February when I got a love letter from the HOA?  One of my neighbors mowed my front yard (my front yard is tiny) so if one of the board members went by it would look like the violation had been corrected.  However the next day someone came by and mowed both the front and backyard.  I called the HOA and asked if it had been them but they said it wasn't...then who the heck is mowing it and why?

Was almost finished unloading my car when my noisy neighbor came out...the Town Crier.  Man what a busy body she is, has to gossip about everyone.
 
Made  a stupid mistake in San Antonio.  Had cleaned the windshield with the dirty solvent they have at all the gasoline stations but it left it so streaked that I had  to clean it with my own solvent.  I guess I inadvertantly turned on the headlights (even though they turn on automatically).  When  I stopped at a rest area it kept on beeping at me but I could not find anything wrong.  When I got home it did the same but I just ignored it.

Was going to go get me something to eat but the car would not unlock or beep.  Finally got it opened with the valet key but the car was dead.  Hopefully it is just a dead battery and not something else.  Since it was already late decided I would call Triple A tomorrow after the morning rush hour to have them jump it.

Was hoping to be sleepy by now, but I had two cups of coffee and some hot chocolate on the drive down so I guess I wont be getting any sleep tonight either.  If you are one of those fortunate people that can sleep like a baby, you have no idea how lucky you are.

Today's Gas Prices:


Del Rio              $3.79
Uvalde               $3.69
San Antonio      $3.69
Houston            $3.83


Good night.  May you all have Terlingua Dreams.

Telephone Etiquette

All my real life friends as well as my internet ones know that I am a night owl.  I have no problem getting telephone calls late at night usually from my not so sober friends that are making their way home from some beer joint and want to fill me in on the latest gossip of our mutual acquaintances.  That does not mean that when the telephone rings that late at night I don’t get a kind of sick feeling knowing that something might be wrong.

However I have a problem with people that call past 10:00 p.m. and with whom I do not have a close relationship with.  The phone rang tonight a little after 11:00 p.m. saw my Houston neighbors name (the town crier) on the caller I.D. and immediately picked it up.  You know what they did?  They hung up on me!!  Is it too much to say, “sorry I got the wrong number” or “I dialed your number by mistake?”

I went into a panic because I was burglarized three years ago. Let me tell you, one never gets over arriving at your home to find the front door ajar and everything ransacked.  All kinds of thoughts went through my mind…did someone just break-in, did my house catch on fire?

Waited what I considered a prudent time to give them a chance to call back.  I could feel my blood pressure rising and this is not a good thing.  Finally broke down and decided the hell with the late hour I was going to call them back.  Did so and since it was a cell phone it went to their voice mail.  I left a message but I have yet to hear back from them.  The name on the caller ID was her husband’s but I think her son has the same name and the cell phone number is different from the one I have.  So maybe her son who works the night shift dialed me by mistake?

Then I snapped and remembered I have an alarm system and they have not called me, nor has the police or my best friend who is the second person to call in case they cannot locate me.  All this grief caused by an individual who was not courteous enough to say “sorry wrong number”.

At least I hope they dialed me by mistake either way I don’t think I will be having Terlingua Dreams tonight, more like Houston nightmares.

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UPDATE - The neighbor lady called me at 9:36 a.m. to say that when she called last night  her cellphone battery ran out.  Was wondering why I had not been home in so long and if my mother was alright.  For this she had to call me after 11:00 p.m. on a weeknight?  I thanked her for her concern but the whole neighborhood knows she is just a gossiper.

Lazy Sunday

I forced myself to go to bed early last night (early for me) 3:30 a.m. woke up to the yapping of the neighbors two Chihuahua’s at 9:00 a.m.  Well at least they slept in because they usually start their barking much earlier during the workweek. Why do little dogs bark at nothing?

It was rather chilly this morning but needed to do laundry.  My room is a mess and mother “suggested” that it might need cleaning.  Lol, sometimes I feel like a teenager.  Actually the room is clean, what it needs is de-cluttering.
 

This is the smallest of the sheds they have at Home Depot



This would be the ideal size but it was locked and it did not have a price.

This month marks three years that they broke into my home in Houston.  They took everything of value and them some.  The sad part was that the original thieves took the things they could easily pawn…my computer, my LV purses and duffle bag, 15 cases of laminate flooring, and a lot of remodeling supplies that the person I hired never got around to installing.

My next door neighbor “the town crier” alerted the neighbors to the fact that my house had been burglarized and that it was now unlocked.  So it was open season at my house and they took everything else, towels, sheets, a folding table, bags of charcoal, a floor jack, my silverware, blender, the molcajete my grandmother had given dad, the food in the refrigerator and whatever else I had in the pantry.  Not to mention the neighbor kids that went in and stole trinkets, nail polish, perfume, costume jewelry, make-up, even my electric hair rollers!!

This is a good option as well, not so the price.

It has lots of room for my boxes but ofcourse the shelves are extra.

Since that time I have brought a lot of my files, important paperwork and clothes to Del Rio.  The problem is that mother’s house is small and the only place I can put my boxes is in my bedroom.  My bedroom also doubles as a guest room so if we have company, those boxes have to be moved or there isn’t sufficient space for them to maneuver around.  I have been looking for alternate solutions such as purchasing a storage shed, but the price has been the limiting factor, isn't it always?


In an ideal world and if I won the lottery, I would definitively consider this barn shed.



Though I must admit, it might be overkill.



No telling how long before I could not climb these stairs to the loft area

Today I only mustered the strength to move around a couple of boxes.  Like Scarlett O’Hara would say “tomorrow is another day”.

Hope you had a great weekend may your workweek be even better.

Good night.  May you all have Terlingua Dreams.