Damaged goods

Courtesy the United Van Lines gorilla crew who packed and unloaded my paltry possessions. Everything finally arrived in Galveston two days ago, some of it actually intact. Imagine that.

Historic Register plaque for the Balinese

Historic Register plaque for the Balinese

Far worse than damaged stuff, though, is a damaged relationship. And for some mysterious reason that continues to elude me, I’ve had more than my fair share of disintegrating relationships over the past year or so.

I must be doing something terribly wrong but I cannot fathom just what it is.

The most recent plummet from grace, though, is truly staggering in its scope. Old family friends, or so I thought, have now decided to sue me over money that I owe them but have not yet been able to repay since a certain Root Street property has not yet sold thanks to a soft real estate market.

Never mind that I have always been, and continue to be, fully dedicated to repaying them in full, both principal and interest, and that the interest they are earning on my loans is significantly higher than what they could be earning elsewhere in this continuing economic slump. Read the rest of this entry »

Sunday, 07/26/09—Just barely in Galveston…

… and already a criminal!

Yup, here I sit, in the pickup, parked right alongside The Commodore On The Beach Motel, stealthily stealing its wireless broadband, just to feed my Internet addiction.

I bet there’s a twelve-step program for this.

Scene of the crime!

Scene of the crime!

So I pulled into town yesterday afternoon, after a side trip to visit my dad in East Texas. That’s where I’ve been, dear readers. The Peepsters doesn’t have any sort of Internet access at his house, and the tiny little burg of Gilmer, Texas hasn’t a single Internet cafe, so Yours Truly has been off the air far longer than she otherwise prefers. But I’m back now, thanks to my criminal mind and a purloined unsecured WiFi connection at my former motel digs on my last trip to the island.

Gotta tell you it was weirder than weird driving into town yesterday, with my little black Northwest cat by my side. Before hunting down my new house—yes, I had to hunt for it!—I made a swing along Seawall Boulevard just to see the salt water again and check things out. Boy, was it busy! Read the rest of this entry »

Wednesday, 07/22/09—Cast Away

Cast Away intersection

Cast Away intersection

I almost went there today.

If I weren’t so feeble-minded and had remembered to google it last night before I went to bed so that I’d have the exact location of that Texas intersection, I would have taken the extra couple of hours to drive up, north and east of Amarillo as I passed through today, just to stand there for a little while.

That movie impacted me profoundly the first time I saw it, not too long after I lost Jeff, when I was in the deepest, darkest, loneliest well of my entire life. Read the rest of this entry »