So, I went to USA to see me dad, thinking he was sick and dying, and I found an angry, vibrant man, trying to make money, like always. From the first day to the last that I stayed with him, we fought over his inability to trust me and a variety of other complaints about my person. For the most part, it was horrible, but now, in retrospect, I did what I went to do: To spend time with him and see him the way he really is.
Partly, in order to do so, I had to give up my job at Telvista, which was killing me. This is forcing me, now that I am back, to re-invent myself as a writer, working primarily in Upwork doing freelance stories and articles. The fact that these articles are paid in dollars, and that I have set my wages at $20 USD an hour helps me immensely in reaching a far more agreeable commesuration for my services than for instance at Telvista, where I was getting paid a misery. Oddly enough, getting paid that misery managed to get me an apartment, medical assistance for my mother and many other goodies that managed to keep us fed, clothed, and medicated for over two years. Not a bad deal for earning pesos instead of dollars.
But now that mom is gone, earning dollars becomes once again a primary interest of mine, and I would not really go back to Pesos unless it were a real emergency. Maybe a part-time job to get my IMSS back. Either way, I am going to check with the IMSS people to see if I can pay a monthly fee and get it back.
I am a little desperate to figure out what to do with the kids...
Nanda is totally despondant, locked in his room playing video games, doing the very bare minimum to keep me off his back. He is not finishing his highschool, and that is just not acceptable. Rasa left college and has little to do but make herself pretty and smoke dope all day long. That' s okay because somehow, if she wants, she can get a job and be a real girl. Besides, she cooks.
So, with nothing else to report for the moment, I'm off to write stories again.
