I am totally and completely fried. The last few days have wiped me out. It’s Friday night and I need to post. So you may be wondering, where is Jo in the saga of the condo? (I made a small rhyme.) Well, Brian the handyman appeared yesterday and lo and behold he completed my fix it list! And I called Karen the cleaning lady and she spent last night and most of today, painstakingly scraping itty bitty pieces of paint off of my hallway wood floor and making it look amazingly new! God love the friends who came to paint, but inadvertantly stomped and pressed paint splotches and drops on my wonderful wood floor! Today the Chimney Sweeps appeared and my fireplace is Duraflame coating free! Whilst they were in the midst of this, I had the distinct opportunity to encage my 3 kitties in their 3 respective cages and take them to the vet so I can get approved to drug them on the drive this weekend! Thank you God! Callie bellowed the whole way to the vet office, so there is NO way I could handle her distress and whineyness for 5 hours. So I now hold prescription pills for my cats in my hot little hands. Now mind you, it took 2 visits to do this as Penny refused to be found and was secretly hiding somewhere in Mike’s house. So I traisped the 2 cats to the vet 20 minutes away, dropped them off and came back, faked out Penny by sitting on the couch watching TV and when she came to see me, splat, she was in the carrier! It worked! So they are ready for the journey and I could return to my condo headache. And it did become a headache…. Karen took the office screen off and couldn’t get it back on, I discovered the bathroom door was not painted and the 2 walls I redid in the master bedroom need more work. I did a haphazard job thinking I could, but… I couldn’t. So even though Gerardo the fantastic carpet cleaner came and did my carpets today, I still have a bit to do tomorrow… please pray that tomorrow is the end! I am so anxious to get up to Berkeley and start my new life. And I don’t want one hindrance at all to prevent a renter from falling in love with this place as I have loved it. It has indeed been pure joy living here. I have loved every minute and hope I find a tenant who will love it as much as I have.
So up to tonight I’ve also gotten keys made, taken 2 more loads to the Salvation Army, got my storage organized, went to the bank, to the Post Office, given Marianne a trunkful of things that won’t fit in my car to pick up from her in Monterey next weekend (yippee I have a reason to visit Monterey, even for a day!) and took Marianne out to dinner tonight for her birthday tomorrow. It has been a full week. There were moments I just wanted to sit down and cry, but then, a worker would show up to fix the source of my frustration, or a cat would jump in my lap and purr. Mike has taken me to breakfast at Zig’s three times this week and treated me, friends have called to say goodbye and wish me well and made me feel so much better. And I’d have a memory, like the cab ride to the bus station in Oakland, where the cabbie turned around to me and said, You are really a beautiful woman, and I felt transported to Hot in Cleveland. The Bay area could really be a great place to live! Until the next post……sweet dreams.
Hello World –
I know it seems like a big jump, Day 20 already, but this saga actually began on July 8th with the packing of the first box, and this blog just began 2 days ago. So goes the inconsistency. For those of you who haven’t been in touch, it’s been an insane last 3 weeks, but the end seems to be drawing near. It’s nearly midnight so I won’t finish this on July 27th, but know that it was begun then. If that matters to anyone. Dates for me hold significance, and I always seem to be looking for the coincidence or symmetry in a number’s meaning. Such is life as it probably means absolutely nothing. I am the only one that attaches meaning to it’s existence.
So I’ve driven up the moving van to it’s destination, unpacked 24 of the who knows how many boxes I trucked up there, returned via cabs and Greyhound to an almost empty condo. We had a tremendous painting party Saturday and Sunday and I’m nearly done with that part of the readiness for the new renter. Although I don’t have the slightest idea who that new renter is. That has periodically become a point of worry for me, although I am devoutly believing that the best candidate will appear in the nick of time. Problem is, that nick of time is getting closer and I need new pics on Craigslist! So today amidst the replacing of outlet covers and touching up missed sections of painted walls, I had to take my car in to address the low tire pressure light that decided to suddenly appear on my way to Home Depot. This is when the true test of “everything will work out in the end” belief needs to stay strong. For I couldn’t for the life of me understand why of all the days I needed to take my car to my favorite tire guys, even though they are always happy to see me and me them, today was really not the day for this to happen. So….. I didn’t get as far along as I wished, in making my condo look spectacular for this new elusive renter. And then my handyman scheduled for tomorrow has pushed his visit back a day. Will this condo EVER get done?????
Hopefully tomorrow will be more productive. I’ll let you know how it goes…. 🙂
Hello World is right. This is my first blog and I’m excited to chronicle this great adventure! It’s been a heady few months. To recap: I was laid off from my job and had surgery within the same week in April. I was able to receive disability during my recovery, then unemployment and take a good long look at why I had been putting off what I really wanted to be when I grow up. 🙂 All excuses vanished and so began my journey. If there’s one thing I can pass on to all of you, it is: There is truly much joy in taking the bull by the horns! Do it! Fear is not strong enough when the passion is there. The Universe finds a way to complete each step when your intention is strong. That is exactly what happened to me. And if it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone. When I made the decision to become a Unitarian Universalist Minister, I too was a bit trepidatious and unsure of my skill. I kept thinking to myself, who do I think I am that I can become a spiritual leader? What gives me the right to pursue this avenue and how in the world can I go about it? Well, when I was laid off, one obstacle in my path was decided for me. I could easily find a job somewhere else; I wasn’t tied to living in LA any longer. So I hurriedly applied to my favorite choice, Starr King School of the Ministry and so began my sojourn. And it’s been amazing ever since. Since I left pursuing acting 5 years ago, I’ve been searching for that elusive “what will I be when I grow up” direction. About 2 years ago, I fleetingly considered becoming a minister and thought to myself, I am too old for that! How long would my career be if I began now and I’m so old to start? A friend said to me, how old will you be if you don’t? So here I am. 55 years old and embarking on a new adventure. And I must tell you, there is no fear like anticipated fear. I have not been afraid. The fear resided in my thoughts in anticipation of what MIGHT happen. It’s never occurred and I’ve been going full speed ahead ever since. I got all my paperwork into the school in time; my acceptance came along with help on how to apply for financial aid. I was laid off in time to qualify for Obama’s stimulus package and can actually afford COBRA at the moment. I went up to Berkeley and found an apartment with the kindest property manager who sent me a staff to help me unload my 16 foot moving van. I had kind friends here in LA who helped me pack, helped me load the van on moving day, and last Wednesday I drove it up! I was climbing through the Grapevine when Free Bird came on the Sound of LA and I actually felt free! There was not any fear, all trepidation was gone, and only excitement filled my soul. I was actually on the road to a life I believe will be filled with meaning. Could I ask for anything more? The kindness of my friend Mike has been immeasurable. He has given me a place to sleep and a home for my three cats (yes 3) and has loaned me ladders to reach those godawful cathedral ceilings in my condo I need to paint. 🙂 Marianne appeared at my door 5 times to help me pack and Spencer showed up 4 times. Garry and Katie and Mary Pat and Al and Claudia from my church helped me pack and move and load the van and are carefully taking ownership of the 32 plants I’m not able to take with me. (and no, I did not name them, Spencer) A journey is never accomplished alone, and I can attest to that. To each and everyone of you that has helped along my journey, thank you. Thank you feels inadequate. How about, anything you ever want me to do for you, just ask me. Forever. I had friends rearrange their work schedule to help me, drive from long distances to wrap newspaper around plates and glasses, in the face of illness, show up anyway. I witnessed the mark of true friendship and am so very grateful to you all. This journey could not have begun without the team of friends that gave their service to me. So hopefully this blog can chronicle my adventure through life and it will be interesting enough for you to read it. So Hello World! Welcome to mine. Jo