Once a year, if you live here in Mexico, you have to renew your visa, much like in the old days if you lived in the USA and you had a green card, you had to report your whereabouts once a year.

In the past the immigration service was a very personal thing here, a fiefdom ruled--when I became aware of it--by Alicia.  All the expats knew who Alicia was, and most of them feared her.
In those days she, as head of the immigration service, had unlimited power. If she liked you, you were fine. If not, you might find that your application for a visa had been inexplicably denied.
And then things changed.   Suddenly it was more transparent and Alicia, after heaven only knows how many years in the service, retired and like a retired Washington politician, she became a purveyor of visas to all the people who used to shiver at the mention of her name.

And so here we are, many years later and of a sudden the federal government decides to change the rules again. All for the better, we are told. To make things easier, we are told. To speed up the process, we are told.
HA.

I mistakenly thought that I could squeeze in on the old rules but missed by minutes, so I was sent home to apply again and present myself with the new application post haste.
Which I did.
And things were fine until I had to do the final steps and was informed that the forms needed for completing this procedure were not available. 

Please to check with the office.

 When I was told by email that the forms were ready I again appeared at the office only to be told  that--again--the forms were not available.   Please to check back in 2 weeks.

This simple and silly procedure which I have done for more years than I care to remember is now turning into a living nightmare. I have an upset stomach just writing about it.

That is not a way to live, particularly not for old geezers like me. We need gentle handling we do, we bruise so easily now, and the expiration date is closer and closer.

you see what I mean ?