My Life in Argentina and Beyond

Marcela, Me quede muy mal despues de que me diste la noticia de que habias dado a Rita en adopcion. Lo he consultado con la veterinaria de mi gatita en Argentina y ella esta de acuerdo en que no actuaste bien con respecto a mi. Si es cierto que estabas en comunicacion con esa familia que estaba veraneando en Villa Gessell y que perdio una perra parecida a Rita, lo correcto hubiera sido decirmelo, ya que yo estaba contribuyendo en lo que podia para tenerla en ese pensionado de esa sra. y ademas tenia todas las intenciones de adoptarla a mi regreso, que va a ser dentro de muy poco tiempo. Ahora si quiero ayudar a otro perrito/perrita en memoria de mi perrito muerto, voy a desconfiar de las proteccionistas. Que se yo, a la distancia, si actuan de buena fe o no? No solamente lo he perdido a el sino que tambien la he perdido a ella. Esto ocurrio en un espacio de 2 meses. La proxima vez, si alguien que no esta en este momento en el pais se comunica con vos para ayudar pensa en esto: A los perritos si hay que rescatarlos de la calle o de las perreras. Yo misma lo he hecho varias veces. Y por eso, hay que tener respecto y consideracion porque los perritos no tienen plata para pensionados o mata pulgas o vacunas. La gente es la unica que te puede ayudar a vos y a las demas proteccionistas. Conozco de sobra el tema y se que conseguir a alguien que te de algo es muy dificil. De saber vos que habia alguien interesado en Rita, me lo hubieras dicho antes de yo mandarte el giro por medio de la inmobilaria. Le deseo lo mejor a ella, pero te repito. No actuaste correctamente conmigo. Eugenia

Last night the Italian woman, better known as the star tenant on the 5th floor nearly lost it. I was in the bathroom doing my business and I had turned on the faucet to let her know someone was in there. But that wasn’t enough for her—she came into the bathroom without knocking when I seated on the toilet. I got angry and told her to be polite, but it didn’t help much. Then, the guy next door’s girlfriend was in the bathroom cleaning something up. The Italian woman and I were waiting outside the bathroom and she knocked on the door (something she hadn’t done for me). When the girl apologized the Italian woman told her to use Nina’s bathroom. I think the guy and his girlfriend sublet their space from one of the other tenants on the floor but the bathroom is inside the tenant’s apt.-like setting. The guy started to say something about his being a plumber and offering to make a sink in the Italian woman’s other bathroom space (the one that she uses with her friend and co-tenant). The Italian woman looked daggers and told him in a very high tone of voice that her rent had just being raised and that her bathroom usage was still restricted. I looked at the guy (who seems a very nice person) and he understood that this is a very touchy subject for the Italian woman (and I can fully understand why). I told him who he should talk to if he really wants to build this other sink. Nobody likes not to have their very own bathroom. Her actions were still very rude and if I had opened the door while she was in the bathroom, she would have filed a complaint against me.

Saturday, February 14, 2009: As expected, The Ga Real Estate Board has written me a letter saying that there is not enough evidence to further investigate my complaint against La Shawn Yvette Tucker, Real estate broker. I have to get some sort of new evidence in order for them to continue their research. The fact that this woman lied to me and that she hooked me up with an iffy loan officer means nothing. The fact that they got me involved in mortgage fraud without my knowledge and that my beautiful condo at 3660 Peachtree Road, J8 foreclosed and that my credit score went from 754 to nothing is not important.

I have suffered a great financial loss and I am still paying for it, even though they were the professionals who should have known better. Eugenia Renskoff

Saturday, February 14, 2009: I have no St. Valentine's Day celebration today. There is no love in my life--no human love of any kind, shape or form. I don't feel sorry for myself. What I am is just sad.

I have loved deeply and well and I have no regrets. My love was Forbidden, but I felt it all the same. But I do wish I had a special someone in my life, someone I could be crazy about.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009: I never used to worry about my health, much less talk about it, but things have changed dramatically. Ever since the two attacks on my lower back late last year and about 3 weeks ago, all I do is think about my back. Will I lose mobility? Will I not be able to walk? Am I going to have to depend on others? I hope not, because others are si undependable, even if they mean well. What will happen to my darling Lauchita? She's my little furry friend and we sleep together. This morning I had a hard time bending down to get her food bowl and change her water.

Monday, February 9, 2009: Chiquito is still alive and we are walking down the streets of Vicente Lopez again. I remember him always. I cannot help but think about my aristocratic dog and how he changed my life.

I see nothing bright about the fact that authors have to pay universe or other companies to get published. It is more of the same. I wrote a novel called Diffrent Flags and serached high and low for a publisher. All I got was rejections. Finally it was accepted by a small company called Denlinger's in Fla. Different Flags got excellent reviews from readers and reviewers alike.
I feel that there should be more room for those of us who really have talent and deserve to be read. Eugenia Renskoff