It’s Always Meant To Be

January 24th

I just walked back from the store today with 14 lbs. of cat litter in my backpack. Plus rice cakes and cat food and super glue. It all fit. It may have been a bit ambitious but I did it. It’s only a 10 minute walk to my Nirvana shopping center so I got extra exercise carrying my backpack on my back. And it felt good to get exercise. I’ve had an interesting week. It started on Thursday when I went to the City to be on a mock jury… how cool was that! I was paid by a focus group which then allowed me to get my bike storage built! Finally! The 3rd handyman is the charm. I had 2 men actually make appointments to come and build it and never show up. I had the Universe in my corner on this one. So I arrived home after my BART ride to find the white pitcher filled with peach Tiger Lilies on the floor with water spilled all around my TV. SEQUEL! (think Newman! when you read that) Sequel has a propensity to tip over vases and I thought I had outwitted him by putting it on the TV and for about 5 days it worked. But alas, that night it was not meant to be. I was advised to let it dry out for a couple of days, unplug it, use a hairdryer, and tried all of these things, but to no avail. Saturday the repairman I called to look at it gave me the final verdict. 95.00 for the diagnosis, 300.00 to fix. Alas, for a student looking to pay tuition, that was not meant to be. Sequel killed my 32”. So I got online, called Goodwill and replaced my 32” Panasonic TV that I’ve had for 8 wonderful years, with a Sony Trinitron 20” for 69.99! Goodwill is now my savior. It’s a TV I can actually pick up myself, (which makes it much easier to move) even though it’s not a flat screen, which is a dream of mine one day, it has great color and serves the purpose. I just want to watch TV and that’s exactly what I can do now. THAT was meant to be. And I can record Oprah with my DVR and all is right with the world.

So the day in between the TV problem and TV solution, I had just gotten into my car after work and a screw came out of the buckle on my 300.00 Loehman’s purse that I got for 99.00 (my IRS refund gift to myself that only another woman can appreciate. 🙂 ) so I stopped by Ace Hardware on the way home to see if I could immediately replace it. I have a makeshift repair on it until I can get to the shoe shop which I think they can fix and as I approached my car, I noticed that my license plate on my car was missing. I took a double take. No that can’t be. Who steals a license plates? It appears they unscrewed it and took the screws (don’t know what the symbolism of screws that day meant in my life, but it sure appeared frequently). Of course my cell phone was dead, because I’d forgotten to charge it the night before, so when I arrived home, I called the El Cerrito Police and they came and made a report. What I am grateful for is the fact that if the screw had not come out of my purse, I may never had seen the missing plate! So there you have viable proof that things happen for a reason. And I hope the person who stole my plates really loved it and are keeping it and that’s why they had to steal from me. I LOVED my plate! It was so cool. It read IMN AWE and I’ve had it for 20 years. So that evening my heart was broken over the loss of a familiar object I had managed to keep in my life for 20 years. Now… I did get over it… it IS a license plate…. But there still was a bit of sadness attached to it. But the cop was cute. And now I have to wrestle with DMV and probably get another plate… got any ideas ???? I can’t think of anything … this was my one true saying that just said so much about me.

So I ended the last few days with Steve the Handyman coming today and building my bike storage shed underneath the cabinets in front of my car. Oh how wonderful to have more storage! And Steve is an angel handyman. He did amazing work, we had a lovely chat, Sequel got out twice (but I’m getting so good at catching cats) and right before he left he offered to take my dead 32” TV to the electronic recycle place. How amazing is that! It’s as if it was meant to be.

So each day I stay here I get more familiar with my surroundings and my new life. Even with whatever set back I may have, I can’t begin to be sad. I am grateful for having so much. So far I’m breaking even between my part time job and some unemployment I’m still getting. So many people are not working, are struggling, are starving. I am not doing any of that, and for that I am profoundly grateful. What I hope is that some day, I can help those who suffer the above and somehow bring solace and comfort. I don’t know how to do that yet. I hope I learn really well as a seminarian. Right now I know that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. It’s as if it was meant to be.

From my little piece of Mayberry (with a brand new storage shed),

Jo