Time marches on but occasionally choice and/or circumstance demand that we cram an awful lot of living into a compressed calendar. Less than three months have gone by since my first missive appeared. A lifetime ago.
Let’s see, I’ve traveled 2,700 miles from coast to coast with two dogs and a cat. Not including hotel rooms, I have physically moved three times. I was in the right place at the right time and, with my usual degree of hutzpah, created an opportunity that led to an interview and a dream job.
All my fears about my beloved horse, Aria, have passed and in a week or so, we will finally be reunited. I am still searching for a place to board her nearby, and hope someone will reach out to us — soon.
The onslaught of upheaval has been unrelenting. I wonder what “normal” will feel like or, more accurately, what the new normal will be when life finally settles down.
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There are days when I am so emotionally and physically drained, I simply curl up on the day bed with Ula and fall asleep, fully dressed with face “paint” still on. I wake up around 3 a.m., stumble to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth, get in my “jammies,” all so I can be awakened by Ula, who wants to go to the bathroom at 5:30 a.m. and have breakfast. You can’t argue with 100 pounds of “in your face” insistence. At least, I can’t, not at 5:30 in the morning.
As a newcomer, I’d like to share some observations that may bring back memories, old and new, in no particular order. The Cookie Crock parking lot is an accident waiting to happen, unless you go right before closing. There is such a thing as Cambria-time, kind of like Bahama-time. There are CAVE people living here (Cambrians Against Virtually Everything). Many tourists are so busy ooh-ing and ahh-ing they don’t look either way when walking into a street (and not necessarily at crosswalks).
California charges a fee for everything (Shopping sacks? Seriously? It’s not enough that California has the highest state-level rate at 7.5 percent?) The new library is amazing. The cost of living here is also amazing (not in a good way). Vacation rentals are a racket. Beware solving the water crisis at a price tag far higher than money: a ruined landscape and no community. The air is fresh, the blue sky dazzling, the night sky darker, the stars brighter and the sound of the sea comforting.
It’s time for me to sign off for a while and simply live. I’d like to part with a quote from a favorite movie, “The Shawshank Redemption.” “Get busy living or get busy dying I find I’m so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it’s the excitement only a free man can feel at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams I hope.”
It is and I do. Thank you for letting me share the start of my journey.