I Have A Right To Complain

The weekend from Hell. That's what it felt like around here.

Because of the problems we have with break-ins, I have only mentioned to a very few people that we have been planning a big vacation. Since last March actually. We were to fly to Huatulco again for the month of September. I can not adequately explain how very much I was looking forward to that.

With the insolvency of Mexicana Airlines last Saturday, there went our tickets. We spent over six hours on Saturday getting our money refunded, trying to find alternative carriers or ways to get to Huatulco. It just wasn't happening. We finally bit the reality bullet and cancelled everything. The condo, the rental car and our plans for a good time.

Before anybody can say it, yes, there are buses that go there. If you want to sit on one for 23 hours. I surely don't. Or we could have flown to Mexico City, on to Oaxaca City, spent the night there and boarded a bus the next morning for the 8 hour trip down to the coast through the mountains. Then did the reverse at the end of the month. Not only do I not want to do that, but the cost of those tickets is almost equal to what my whole vacation budget would have been.

And...there are only 3 airlines that service the tiny airport in Huatulco. One was Mexicana (Click) and the other two leave from the United States. I am not going all the way to the United States just to get a flight back south again. And then reverse that too. Again, way too much money.

To keep myself from falling into depression over this, activity was on the agenda. I went upstairs and washed and swept down the entire second floor balcony. I think I sweated all of my frustrations out up there!

So, feeling just a bit despondent, we decided to go out for awhile Saturday night. No big deal, just get out of the house for a bit. As we passed by the Pointer, which is parked in the tuck under garage directly in front of the house, we noticed that the driver side door was ajar.

Yup, let's now raise the count to 15 times that we have been burglared or stolen from. I keep nothing in the Pointer because I don't lock the doors. It appears that the thief took off the cover for the fuse box and helped himself to 7 fuses. Of course, he did not slam the door shut or we would have heard him. He just kind of pushed it closed. I am forever flabbergasted at the balls and blatency that some of these thieves have. We could have walked out onto the porch at any time. Probably best that we didn't though.

So, anybody want to argue with me as whether or not I have a right to complain right now?