it's now been four weeks since i moved out.
i woke up around 7am this morning. i started to fill out the 990 form derek printed and halfway through the first page, i decided to do a little more research and confirm whether i can just fill out form 990-EZ.
motivated by last night's conversation, i decided a change was needed, and since i could tap derek's wifi before i left, instead of looking for shade i decided to take a drive, and i ended up on the first turnoff on the angeles crest highway at 7:30. it's big enough to hold maybe 25 cars, and truth be told, there's not all that much of a view. the turnoff is at the end of a small ravine that runs maybe a mile before it reaches the main la crescenta valley and the rest of los angeles is obscured by haze. mainly this turnoff is a place for slower moving cars to pull off and let faster moving traffic pass them, but the number of empty beer bottles left on the turnoff along with other bits of debris suggest that the main usage of this turnoff is to come up after dark and drink and/or watch the submarine races, if you catch my drift.
it occurs to me that stopping here is a metaphor for my life at this point; wanting certain things and settling for inadequate minimums. i can stay here and attempt to gather my thoughts in relative solitude; in the last hour four cars have pulled into the turnoff, stayed a few minutes and moved on, or i could push on looking for something better. i think i will move on in a little bit, but for now it's more important to capture these thoughts while they're still fresh in my mind. still, i had the choice, settle for the first thing that meets my bare minimums or press on. i typically choose the former and i need to understand why i do so.
it's now about 8:30. i have moved a few miles up the highway. i've passed a few small turnoffs, one larger turnoff that already had one person there, and about 3-4 turnoffs that are on the other side; your view is basically hillside, and highway from these spots. i again am at the end of a small ravine, but that's all you can see from here. there's less debris, and it's all food related: take out bags/cups, plasticware, etc. there's even shade though it probably won't last more than another hour. the voices of four female hikers could be heard across the ravine after they'd parked and then headed up the hill for an apparent hike. yes, this place is better.
i do have some standards. i turned down both of two available bedrooms in a house in altadena that had no central air (which is a tough thing to choose in altadena). one room was only $800 including utilities but the room was maybe 8x10 and in hot weather, even unsuitable for just sleeping. the room i saw last night for which i was encouraged to apply did have its own private 3/4 bath and two sinks, but was on the top floor with a southern exposure and what looked like a rather inadequate wall A/C. paint was peeling and there were some disgusting looking stains in both sinks.
when it comes to seeking housing, i still believe that anything that sounds too good to be true is probably a scam, and i've not even bother to apply for any of these rooms. in this case i still believe that it's reasonable to be skeptical and not even bother. should i adjust my perspective and make room for the possibility that god is in one of these opportunities and pursue them?
i'm feeling a little drowsy. i think i'll take a nap until the sun (and its warmth) wakes me. but i hear the whine of a mosquito, so i'm going to head back down to one of the cliff side turnouts and let the breeze take care of that mosquito which just might infectious with some disease i don't need to get right now.
ended up back in pasadena; all the turnouts on the other side had no shade so i kept coming down the highway when i got pulled over by a sheriff. i assumed it was because i still haven't gotten my new license tags after getting the car smogged finally. the sheriff asked me for my last name, which i told him. he then asked me if i was living in an apartment, and i told him i was which i suppose was technically a falsehood, and then he said something i'm not sure i understood, something about running my license and coming up with some sort of warrant, but that i was free to go. perhaps i'm finally persona non grata at my old place? no matter, i have no intent of being seen there any more. i can tap the outlets at the metro, and in a couple of weeks i'll be house sitting at derek's until july.
the library is now allowing people to reserve books online, and come to the library and pick them up from 9:30am - 12:30am. perhaps i should take advantage of that, especially since wifi is apparently working at the library while it's open.
stopped at ralph's and picked up some day old fried chicken and have been noshing on it throughout the day. found a new place to nap: the two target stores near me have underground/covered parking and enough of it that if you park far away from the building no one else would be within 50 ft. of your car. unfortunately, i almost overslept my video conference appointment with dave at 1pm. i got within wifi range at 1:08. we discussed something that i identify as being a major issue and something i've spent a great deal of the day dwelling upon it. it explains a great deal of my inertia. but i don't know exectly how to proceed from here.
i'm a little worried that dealing with this will lower my overall energy level going forward.
stopped at eaton blanche and stayed there until i ran out of battery. got to the metro station around 5pm, and traffic on the 210 east was almost as heavy as it is during pre-quarantine rush hour. something has to give here. even the people who afford to stay home want to get out and do stuff.
mom has called twice today within a half hour. i don't think she remembers calling me twice due to her parkinson's.
it is now 6pm and there is no one else at the metro. they're probably all at pasadena presbyterian all eating restaurant made meals. god bless 'em.
got into a conversation with a regular here who was complaining about the behavior of some of the other regulars about how the foul things up, in some cases literally, leaving feces on the sidewalk, etc.
it's now 6:45. contemplating going and tapping REI's wifi and coming back and recharging. i can just recharge, go to REI and head down to fedex knowing i'll be back to recharge tomorrow morning. i'm regretting getting the fried chicken even if it was a relative deal at $6 for eight pieces. i could save the rest for tomorrow i suppose and grab a couple of mcdoubles for a change of pace.
i've called fedex twice and have yet to receive a call back confirming my start time for tomorrow. last week i called once, and got called back three times. go figure.
there's some guy who's showed up making some weird noises. i haven't looked at him, but i moved my umbrella so it's within reach of my right hand and poked the sidewalk with it a few times.
two guys showed up after having eaten korean food at the thursday dinner at pasadena pres. the older guy reminds me a bit of murph. feisty vietnam vet. he's eligible for VA housing but doesn't want to live there. apparently went broke paying for wife's cancer treatment.
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i was supposed to hear back tuesday about the house on raymond. nothing. that's ok. though i think it might have been a good thing to be able to relate with women like dana & naomi (who was actually kinda cute) regularly. and the ad for the hot box in altadena is gone. i guess they found a renter for the room. so be it. at this point, i'd rather go another 10-11 days, then house sit for 3 weeks and apply a whole month's wages to my credit cards and work on grant requests.