At this point, I am just plain... frustrated.
Muscle building is going very slowly.
I am realizing more and more that I made a lot of serious mistakes back in the late 1990's/early 2000's. I am really regretting some of those mistakes now.
I feel like my slow progress at learning Spanish is driving me insane.
I best understand the concept of Spanish as spoken by Spaniards.
I am becoming more and more aware that a considerable proportion of the population of Mexico is Indian. Spanish isn't the language of the full blooded Indians of Mexico. Indian languages are their languages.
I've been trying to learn everything I possibly can about Indians, and right now I'm concentrating on the Indians
I've come to the conclusion that complete freedom is unattainable.
If everybody was free to do whatever they wanted, many people would quickly try to enslave other people. It wouldn't necessarily be racially motivated. Many people would want to have as many slaves as possible. They wouldn't necessarily care about the race of the potential slaves.
This would, of course, rob those people of ANY kind of freedom.
The end result would be, one way or another,
We went to the heart clinic.
As I predicted, there wasn't any GOOD news.
However, there wasn't near as much bad news as I expected.
My grandmother has agreed to give up driving.
She may as well have. I don't think legally she really had any choice any more.
My mother and I are taking her to a heart doctor appointment in the morning. I am now beyond the point of being worried about what they will find. I KNOW their findings will be bad. There's nothing bad they can find out that will surprise me in the least at this point.
When this experience is over, and there is only one way it