An Alaskan in California 3
The Honeymoon is Over
Well, the gratuitous kindnesses are over, the rides are over,(almost), and I've found myself sitting at Bus stops for long periods of time wondering what the hell I did,(leaving Alaska). I called my friend Gail up there. It had snowed on the 23rd up there. I was sitting in 90 degree weather talking to her. I rubbed it in. A lot. She doesn't know I'm in a perpetual state of being unwelcome already, and I understand that. People tend not to adore having the homeless show up at their doorstep, even when they ask them to come. For those reading, I do dishes, vacuum, scrub bathrooms, make my bed, try not to eat too much, and my dog does the bloody same damn near.(I should cut her a check for being so good!) but... the fact is, carless and homeless is no way to be. That's O.K., I'll look for work every day.
Odd thing about California is, that you can fill out W-2's and still not have a job. I just filled out another set of W-2's this morning, and the gal was saying they just laid off 350 people, and not to get my hopes up. I believe this is the fifth agency I have gone to. That's O.K.. I'm pretty persistant.
I'm also trying to get my romantic life started again! Two years alone seems to be a long enough time to moon over someone, even someone as handsome, (yet worthless) as Sean. Yes, Sean, I hope you read this, but I think he might take that as a complement.
So, Yesterday, I started to exercise. Thing is, unless you are a masochist, you avoid the noonday sun, and exercise in the early morning, or evening. I'm jogging slowly enough to almost be a fast walk, and I hit Firebrand hill in the morning, and Cambridge hill after every bus ride (afternoon masochistic walk), and hit Firebrand again with my doggie in the evening.
I have met some wonderful people in California... every day really. I was walking my dog the other night, an I came across a mini- eden of sorts... an elderly Japanese man was tending a small, vibrant garden, full of weird looking succulents in translucent yellow, orange and red. Frankly, I thought they were fake, they looked so outlandish, but not only were they real, there were matching urns of them, almost perfectly the same in either. I asked him if I could touch them. He said yes, and started getting me cuttings immediately. How kind is that? I'll try to say hello to him today.
A gal on the bus let me know this library was here. There is an odd sense of us Americans getting it right, or at least for me, when I go into a library. The knowledge here is free to the public, and you don't have to be fancy, smart, or anything else to use this place.
I'd go on, but the library only allows one hour of computer time. Us poor folk need to be prodded along. I don't feel poor... in my heart.