I am not going to blah, blah,blah, about how boring my Sunday is turning out. It’ll get better because I will be meeting my boyfriend, partner or whatever you call that man who occupies part of your house, later today. Life companion would be suitable…when you are fifty years old like I am, what do you call them?  Boyfriend sounds like someone half my age. I  use the word partner and people ask if I am in business with someone or if I am a lesbian.

We will be watching a football game at a local bar because our satellite dish is still laying abandoned out in our backyard. No we are not hillbillies, well D. my male unit is kind of one.  I guess we are just waiting for the dish to find it’s way up on the roof again. D.’s house got re-roofed and the dish didn’t get re-installed.  So, after D. finishes Halo 3, maybe he will find time to call the satellite people to come and install it.  He is 52 years old and gaming is one of his hobbies. Fifty-two is a bit mature for playing video games, but our society is going through a craze in which D. got caught-up. I prefer him having this hobby because I decided that this would be better than having to put up with a mujeriego; a man who chases women.  Not that he has ever been like that but this video stuff will keep him at home.  It’s either this or football when the television channels are available. D. is stuck on a certain stage of the game because he keeps confusing the  good and bad non-human life forms and running out of ammo because he engages in friendly fire too much. When he gets his butt blown out of the water, D. has to start over again from the last checkpoint.  Hell, I have been watching D. play too much of this. I’m not interested in playing because I tried one time and I got dizzy plus my stomach got very upset.  Stuff on the screen moved around too much. All that movement just made me sick. Fortunately, D. games sporadically, he is not hardcore…well only when he gets a new game. I am glad that it will be a long time before a new version of Halo comes out.

  We have been TV free for almost three months. In a way it has been nice because I have time to do other things, but I am starting to miss my Mexican soap operas.  People get caught up in all of the sizzling drama.  They start to talk about characters as if they are a relative or a neighbor.  My mom’s friend used to cry at the end because usually the couple that had been kept apart for the entire telenovela was getting married.  She was not only bawling her eyes out because of the wedding but because she would never see them again. They would go off into an imaginary perfect life without villains, rich in-laws, and jealous boyfriends and girlfriends.

 For now, until the tele gets fixed…I will settle for local channels, reality TV, shows about big people like me losing weight, and sports. I think D. will finish the game tonight.  I am keeping my fingers crossed that he does not decide to go up to the hero or legendary level of Halo 3 because his butt will be grafted to the sofa for another week.