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An Incredible, But Scary, Journey: Part II

Updated on May 4, 2015

Dark, spooky path

Ooh, scary.
Ooh, scary.

Still a Family Affair

I did the laundry today. I took an hour to fold it. A good, long hour, for only one basket, and a moderately-filled basket, at that. But I took an hour. 2 minutes on each tee shirt; what did I think I was doing, anyway? But I actually enjoyed it. No TV, no radio, nothing but the natural noises of a beautiful California night in a nice, quiet, residential ‘hood. So I took an hour. I grabbed that laundry and felt the warmth of each soft piece, gently caressed the whole darn load, I did. I milked that sucker for all the time I could take, just me and my laundry, having a nice, quiet night at home. So domestic.

Anyway, I’m apparently at the age where I’ve heard enough media to actually enjoy its absence, preferring the sound of a peaceful and pleasant evening. I don’t ask for much, these days.

So, I said before that I‘d write a follow-up to my earlier doomsday blog about my daughter and me being evicted from our apartment/home of thirteen years, leaving for parts unknown while journeying through loss-of-home and bankruptcy territories. Life can be just one hoop-de-doo after another.

I did become employed again during the final days leading up to the eviction, but too late to warrant a change-of-heart from the apartment complex owner/manager. No love lost there, though. He so wanted us gone and we were so tired of living there. Thirteen years, let me tell you, is plenty of time to gather a ton of junk and then pay for years’ worth of storage spaces so you can keep stuff you never even see, much less use any of it. I hate to move. We all do, unless you’re leaving with nothing and leaving nothing behind.

As it turns out, my daughter and I are temporarily installed in some nice, safe, and comfortable digs, allowing us a good, safe base from which to start rebuilding our lives. Indeed, yes, we are in a “better place” than the one we were legally asked to leave. I guess all the principal parties gained something worthwhile after all.

Hey, if there’s a moral here, well, I don’t see it. But I can tell you that even when things look really creepy, like the apple trees will take a bite outta your hide, it actually is possible and, perhaps, even likely that you will see that mysterious “silver lining” appear, as long as you recognize and realize the gift.

I am not at all suggesting that experiencing eviction and/or bankruptcy can be a real hoot. They do make you step lively, for sure. But we regular folk must learn to live or die by the system, and many of us make the obvious choice. I hope you take something positive out of this tale, but take it however you will. I am satisfied that things could have turned out so much worse, and relieved they did not.


The Real Dog-gone Shame

The hardest part involves being away from our pets, as we were worried about where they might stay, since we didn’t even have a clue where we were going to stay. However, very dear, and extremely brave, friends stepped forward to help us by offering to temporarily board our beloved family animals. A huge weight lifted now that our dogs and cats are under friendly, “loving” care. But we miss them a lot. It’s like your kids staying away for weeks at an extended slumber party; you start noticing that “silence”, their absence, as it grows and grows. You miss their snoring, their rolling around on the floor, their reminding you that it’s time to eat. You even miss taking them outside so they can collect their doggy pee-mail and leave tiny bits of themselves behind for you to dutifully gather up. These critters are our kids. We treat them like family,, worrying about and watching over them constantly. Seems strange to get that involved, and it is, but still, true.


The Rest Is Yet to Come

Obviously, our next skill test in this ongoing competition with fate will have us attempting to secure a new homestead for all of us, including the assorted family members now sorted away hither and yon. We gave away the turtle and the fish to a few trusted adopters but retained the snakes and birds. Yeah, dig that combo. Well, we don’t house them together, anyway. The snakes seem fine, not much going on there. And the birds are energetic and squawk-y a tad too often. Well, we all got problems.

I’m keeping this light ‘cos I’m feeling alright. Things could be much worse with far more yuck-y outcomes. Who needs that? But, this situation? This is something we are happy to handle, for now, for sure. Peoples’ kindness and generosity makes all the difference when things suck.

Certainly, the whole shebang did still suck at our very local level. Elsewhere in this crazy world, folks run from terrorists chasing them out of homes and villages, or worse; or live in dust or mud trying to keep their kids alive, much less healthy; or sit through a presentation by natural-born Canadian and American presidential hopeful Ted Cruz who…well, I offer that in context with the previously mentioned dire circumstances.

The point is, you just can’t let the battles wear you down. You genuinely must believe in and commit yourself to getting through it. Lots of folks have it much, much worse. We are fortunate to have caring and considerate friends. If you don’t, you should make some real soon.

Of course, this “new-and-improved” phase of our scrambled existence is only the beginning of our new reality. Stuff could still fall apart and go straight to you-know-what, but not without a fight from us. Even a bunch of little things going wrong can make you think of jumping ship. Both my daughter and I struggled to maintain our composure during this unforgiving process, but we worked it so only one of us at a time would lose it while the other one waved the pom-poms around to get us back on track. I’m guessing there will be more of that to come.

Life directs the nastiest real-life stories, each and every one scripted more harshly than the cheesiest Lifetime Channel movie. Whatever can screw you, will. That’s life. Appreciate the irony and acknowledge the raw humor, dark though it is. Sometimes, stuff just happens, despite the best of intentions and planning and even good character. Some days you’re the dog, some days you’re the hydrant.

The End is only The Beginning

If you get what you give, reap what you sow, shape your destiny, or cause your own karma, then why not do it as a hopeful, clueless blithering idiot instead of a downer, woe-the-f-is-me self-prophesizing bonehead? Have some fun with it; it might be the last fun had for a while.



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