GENTRI - FICACIONES

OK, I ADMIT IT. I'M PART OF THE PROBLEM. I JUST MOVED HERE. 
But on the other hand I DID just move into an affordable housing building, Section 8, for elders. AND I'm disabled. I mean, I COULD work, sometimes. Not enough for anyone to actually keep me on. I MISS work. I used to cook, train horses and people to ride them, guide them on trails, I worked in a bank as a Foreign Exchange Trader trainee, a Junior Account Executive with 2 of the largest ad agencies in the world, I crewed all over the Mediterranean and parts of the Caribbean, washed boats and crewed on motor boats out of Southern California, flipped burgers, trained dogs, dogsat show dogs, translated medical abstracts from Italian to English, was an Executive Assistant, a receptionist, taught Italian. Translated many texts from Italian to English and vice versa. Grew marijuana. Was a campground host. A ranch wrangler. Volunteered at the Oncology Institute. Was a professional landscaper, a construction hand, a hostess in an Italian fine dining restaurant in Telluride, Colorado, was a radio host and filmed videos for a Cajun Zydeco band. So, you see, I've WORKED. But I'm too weak now to do anything steadily for more than an hour or two. Then I have to rest, lie down. Sleep even at times. Such a bummer. 
How did I get on this diatribe. Oh, yeah. Being on the dole. Well, I don't feel too badly about it. I contributed. A lot over the years. But my best work was being a mother. And that we will go into another time.
In the meantime, the gentrification here is terrible. But the other buildings are literally falling down. So I don't know really WHAT to say.