I’m getting to know San Antonio little by little.
So far I like it. I mean, it’s not Atlanta. I still miss my city. And I miss my people big time. I guess that’s normal. I don’t have people here yet.
My condo is slowly becoming home. I have all but a few boxes unpacked. (Coats?! Who needs ’em!) The cable guy is coming this weekend, so I’ll finally have internet and more than two channels on TV. I will miss the extra exercise I’m getting while getting up to adjust the rabbit ears every time I change a station.
My furniture fits – although it’s a little tight. I would ideally like to sell my kitchen table and six chairs and get something more modern to fit the space. Some cool bar stools might be nice since I have a long counter. But the table I have will do for the moment.
I am really excited about finding some furniture for my outside patio. I have seen some cheap tables and chairs, but I don’t see myself sitting in a hard chair for long. I know myself. I’ll want to recline in a comfy lounger with music or a book… so I’m hunting for something like that. (If you have a hot tip on comfy outdoor furniture, please feel free to share.) I did get some light strands that look like dragonflies…think Christmas lights, but more decorative… and I have them strung along the balcony. The last few nights have been chilly and windy so I haven’t enjoyed them yet, but plan to tonight.
I’ve met the maintenance man for the property, the security guard, and a police officer who lives there with his family… so that’s all confidence-inspiring. I do feel safe. My little security system has been busy killing any critters who dare to creep into my unit.
This one crept in from his toy box.
I am also getting out to explore the area. Yesterday I took Max to a park after work and we enjoyed a few laps around the lake. And last night I went out to dinner and saw a drug deal go down.
At least, I’m pretty sure I did.
I went down the road to a restaurant/bar for a burger. I ordered, and while I was waiting for my food, I watched the gentleman next to me pull a $20 out of his pocket, fold it, and slip it under his plate. He called the barback over to get his plate, and presumably the money. It was sly; he certainly wasn’t paying for his food.
A few minutes later, he asked the same employee to meet him outside. “I want you to take a look at my car.” Hmmmm. Yeah, pretty sure that wasn’t what went on in the parking lot.
I waited a good while after I got my food, and then made my way to the parking lot and got in my car quickly.
I think it’s safe to say I won’t be a regular at The Highlander.
Maybe I’ll make the trip to the grocery store and have dinner on my dragonfly patio instead.