Staying connected

Today started out just the way I like it.

No alarm and I didn’t roll out of the sack until after eight.  I’ve become very undisciplined since retirement.  I eat at oddball times, stay up all hours, sleep late . . . it’s disgusting!  Not really.  All this sloth will come to an end once I’m living in my travel trailer.  No opening the door and letting the crew run out to do their business and come back in whenever.  It’ll be regular walkies at dawn and dusk.

A friend picked me up in her new car.

Oh, I’m telling you, it’s a wonder that red isn’t against the law! She drove us over to meet another friend for lunch.  We talked for hours and then it was goodbye.

Whoa . . . Danger ahead!

My Verizon air card is dangerously close to falling off of a cliff marked “Warning:  Big Charges Ahead.”  I pay $30 a month for 3G which usually is adequate for me, as long as I don’t watch too many youtube videos.

Remember my new GPS?  I started downloading maps about ten o’clock the other night and when I awoke at four, it still hadn’t finished.  Finally, around 7:30 a. m., I saw the words I love to see, “Download Complete.”  Unfortunately, this pretty much used up my monthly allotment.  I’m at 2.713 G and the automatic refill isn’t until August 9th!

So here I am in a corner booth at McDonald’s.

I’m slurping up a chocolate milkshake and some excellent WiFi.  Funny how lately every little obstacle or inconvenience ends up teaching me something I can use in my soon-to-be-vagabonding life.  I’ve never had reason to look for free WiFi.  Now I know that McDonald’s provides it and here I am, writing  in public.  (The milkshake helps the words flow.)  The Verizon coverage map of New Mexico looks spotty, so I’ll need to find free connections, I’m sure.

It’s kind of nice here at McD’s . . .

The A/C is turned down low and the music is not obnoxious: “Help Me, Rhonda,” “Don’t Be Cruel,” “Pretty Woman” “Hit the Road, Jack” . . . .

This weekend Felix and I are getting together.

We’re going to work out some final details about the sale of the house.  Everything should be wrapped up in about two weeks.  I called up Jonathan at the Casita factory and made a tentative orientation appointment for Tuesday, August 16th.  He told me I could move up the appointment if the sale of the house moves along more quickly.  A week’s notice is enough.  It’s exciting to be setting a date . . . finally!

Next week starts with two appointments.

Monday I have an appointment with the real estate attorney. Then on Tuesday I go to the dermatologist.  I have a tiny spot on my nose that isn’t healing.  It may be nothing.  I notice the older I get, the longer it takes for things to heal.  I tripped over something in the hallway during the night (I know, why did I leave something in the hallway . . . geez ) way back in MAY, for heaven’s sake, and the little bruise on my wrist that broke the fall is just now fading away. Anyway.  I also have a spot on my arm that looks a bit weird.

I was put on hold while making the appointment. 

Instead of telling me my call was important to her, a silky-voiced woman went on and on about facials and skin abrasion treatments and lip enhancement and wrinkle whatevers and how you don’t want to have a beauty treatment at a spa because there isn’t medical supervision and so on.  Now I have this picture in my head that I’ll go for my MEDICAL appointment and there will be chairs full of women with towels on their heads and brown stuff slathered on their faces, reading magazines.

And I’m sitting there, purse in my lap, with my hand raised, “Um, excuse me, doctor.  Uh, when you get a chance, could you look at this spot please?”  And she comes at me, needle raised.

“No, thank you, I don’t want my lips enhanced.”

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