Yesterday I woke up early after the 1st good night's sleep in 4 days. I went to the main house, made coffee, brought it back to the studio, and both cats decided they spent too much time inside over the last 3 days and rushed outside while I was opening the screen door, coffee in hand.
Sophie goes out as soon as she can get Dad to get up and open the door, she does a round around the house, then she comes in for breakfast when Dad is up. When the cats rushed out, I did not think Sophie had been out yet for her morning round, but both cats stayed near the house and I figured I would hear the door slam when Sophie went out and would have time to get both cats in. Then Cruiser wandered off and made it past the main gate. I went after him, unlatched the gate, and then I saw Sophie. She was standing at attention next to the end of the main house, focused on Spit. I closed the gate and took off towards Spit, and so did Sophie. Spit took off for the studio and made it and Sophie turned to Cruiser. By now Cruiser is on the wrong side of the fence, fence between him and Sophie, running along side trying to get closer to the studio. I head off Sophie and get her back in the main house. Cruiser is now howling, the holes in the fence are too small for him to get through, and I am admiring how tightly the wire fence is held together as I walk along on the opposite side of the fence from Cruiser looking for an opening. Cruiser finally decides to wiggle his way through one of the wire squares in the fence (he could stand to loose a few pounds) and takes off for the studio.
At least both cats know where home is, but that was more excitement than I care for at 7 am.
I spent the rest of the day unpacking, re-organizing, going through my Boise trip stuff, and trying to stay out of the wreckage of the future. So far, I am only missing my extra set of glasses. I sent an email to the property management guy and left another message for Dollar Rent a Car about my keys. The storage lock key was also on my key chain, and I think I have an extra, but I am not positive. I have just over a week before the mover is scheduled and I do not have an address.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Boise Housing Trip 2
I put in an application for this is house. This is the one close to the city with the good neighbors. It is a row house, with the garage in back and a yard between the garage and the house. This is the only thing I saw that I would rent. I am still waiting for an OK on my application and I am not good at waiting.
I looked at the outside of 10 houses/duplexes and the inside of 3 and I looked at 2 apartments. I looked at one nice duplex in Nampa, and the neighborhood was nice, but the neighbors looked a little tough. The other house I looked at had a great yard, and when I saw the inside the barking dogs I heard the day before were gone, but the inside was a not updated 1930's house and it looked at an office building. The woman that showed me this one was another nice person and told me about First Thursdays, art and music in the city once a month, and says she goes to the September art fair every year and that it is a big deal. I told her I hoped to participate next year.
On my way to Nampa, I experienced rush hour traffic made worse by road construction. I guess every city has this. Nothing beats the sign in the Oakland airport, though, right in the middle of current construction, that said, construction due to be completed in 2008. I also had some bare headed (no helmet, no hair) motorcycle rider swear at me because I did not move over fast enough, even though traffic was merging and he was not giving me much room and I am pretty careful not to cut off motorcyclists. I guess every city has these guys.
When I went to Meridian, I never found the property I was looking for, but stopped to take pictures of horses right in the middle of the main part of town. Note the kid on the horse in back. A few minutes after the picture the horse took off running down the street with the kid on it. I didn't see what caused the horse to take off, but it ran right in front of me and I am still such a city girl that I stayed out of the way.
Both days were hot, 98 degrees was the high, and on Thursday I could smell a forest fire, but I don't know where it was. There were also thunderhead clouds over the hills behind the city. I didn't think there would be monsoons this far north, but these looked like monsoon clouds. I liked monsoon season in Vegas.
The trip was exhausting. I found my best choice and put in my application the first day, but felt obligated to keep looking just in case and because that is why I was there and then didn't see any 2nd choice. I learned how to get around much of Boise, and the street names, and I saw many houses in great neighborhoods I would love that were not for rent. I saw a few houses with for rent signs while I was driving around, but again, nothing I would rent.
I met a girl from Salt Lake on the plane, who explained western snow is different, it's lighter and it makes better snowballs than eastern snow, and she gave me some tips on dealing with cold weather. On the other side of me was a woman my age that worked on her laptop and then read a book. She wasn't unfriendly, but she was closed off in her own bubble, like I used to be.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Sleeping in my Car
More about my time in Boise later.
I arrived pretty much on time at Oakland airport and the economy lot shuttle dropped me off at my car before 10 pm. The shuttle driver waited for me to find my keys and get in my car, the economy lot at the Oakland Airport is not the safest place in the world, and it took me a few minutes to realize that I have turned in my car key to the rental car attendant with the rental car key. The keys to my car are in Boise, Idaho and the spare key is at Dad's in Paso Robles.
When I put the rental car key chain on my regular key chain, I could hear Frank's voice in my head telling me not to do that because I will forget and turn in my car key with the rental one. I chose to ignore that voice. I can be stubborn that way. What is that voice? Common sense? The voice that knows my limitations? All day on Thursday I was annoyed because I kept trying to use my car device to unlock the rental car and it didn't work. The universe trying to tell me to SEPARATE THE KEYS!
I explain what I did to the shuttle driver, tell her I am calling AAA, and she moves on, but checks on me every time she drives by. I have a Toyota Prius, it's all electronic, there is no real key, just an electronic device that unlocks the car and just needs to be in the vicinity of the car for me to start it with a button. The car will not lock with the keys in it, which is a great feature, but the rest of the electronicness is not. I call Dollar Rental Car, the sales guy calls me back later and says the car has been rented out again and my key is probably in their lost and found, which opens at 8 am tomorrow and he gives me the number. AAA can get me into my car, but cannot start it. AAA cannot call a locksmith to come and make a key, because there is no key! AAA comes, unlocks the car, the driver shows me how to unlock it from the inside and helps me get my person and my stuff in it, but I cannot unlock all the doors, I cannot lower the windows, so I cannot get out of the car and shut the door, or I will be locked out again. Mom had an emergency service contract with Toyota, but the card for it is in the car, so now that I am in the car, I get the card and call them. They tell me I have to have the car towed to a Toyota dealer and the dealer makes a new key. He gives me the name and number of the nearest Toyota dealer. I call the Toyota dealer and their service department opens at 7 am. By now is 11 pm.
In between this, I call Dad and my brother Dave, who lives in San Francisco. Dad is not too excited about driving 7 hours to and from Oakland to bring me my spare key, but he will. He also reminds me that this is part of the adventure. Oh, yea, this is an adventure, it's not a problem or a crisis or an excuse to be angry. This helped me change my attitude. What if everything we experience was just another part of an adventure? Would our outlook on life, or our attitude be different? Dave is up and I can stay with him in SF, but Dave doesn't have a car, I will have to get from Oakland to SF at 11 pm on my own. Once I am in my car, I call Dave back to give him an update and tell him I am just going to stay in my car overnight.
One thing about being somewhat homeless is that you end up partly living out of your car (if you have one.) My emergency backpack, that is usually in my apartment, is in my car. This has toilet paper, candles, waterproof matches, a medical kit, a box of energy bars, a pocket knife, and a rope. I've been meaning to add an axe, but haven't got to it yet. I also have a gallon jug of water, a down sleeping bag, and hiking boots. I have the stuff from my trip, including toothpaste and toothbrush, a cooler with more water, Gatorade, a pop top can of Mandarin oranges, trail mix, a real orange, and a towel I stole from the Boise hotel. I am ready for Armageddon and an overnight stay in my car. Dave asked what will you do if you need to pee? After that I stopped drinking water, but I did need to pee by about 1 am, and I won't describe how I took care of this except that I am adding an empty jar with a lid to my emergency supplies. (And a pillow.)
I did sleep a few hours after the shuttle stopped going by every 15 minutes and woke up before 5 am. I felt pretty safe in my car, trying to break in will set off the alarm, and I now know it could not be driven even if anyone could break in. It was cold and I was warm in the sleeping bag with my head covered, hiding, just an empty sleeping bag in the back seat. I would have really liked a cup of coffee. At 6 am I called AAA for a tow. The tow truck driver was there within 15 minutes. I watched a towing master get my car on and off a flat bed tow truck without being able to put the car in neutral (shifter is electronic, too.) To unload the car at the Toyota dealer he angled the flat bed, dismantled all the safety chains, and shimmied the flat bed to shimmy my car down the ramp. I was impressed. The Toyota dealer was 2.2 miles from the airport and tow was free.
It took the Toyota dealer 2 1/2 hours and $310 to make a new key. First there is a key part that unlocks the car, then there is a computerized part generated from the Toyota mainframe in LA that starts the car. My old keys are now no good and reprogramming those will cost $135 each. Fortunately, they finished before I could trade my Prius for a used 4Runner with real keys. The Toyota dealer was One Toyota of Oakland and they were great. The key maker explained what is involved in making a new key and that most of this trouble is the result of making Toyota harder to steal. The Camry was the #1 most stolen car in the 1980s and today it is as secure as a Mercedes.
So, Dave asked me what I thought the message was in all this. I think there were several. I need to listen to the voice that knows my limitations. I need to spend more time in the adventure and less time focused on the goal or destination. I live in the future, in the destination, I forget to enjoy what is around me. When I was in the adventure, people were more interesting, more helpful, and nicer than I expected. I also need to let go of the fear of not having enough money. I did not have anywhere to be, Dad is taking care of my cats, so what was I initially angry about? Spending money on something I don't want to spend money on. But I had the money, I am just worried about not having enough money in the future, so there I am in the future, the destination again.
I am now back safely at Dad's, looking forward to a good night's sleep and dreaming of a 2004 Toyota 4Runner with an old fashioned key and no electronic extras.
I arrived pretty much on time at Oakland airport and the economy lot shuttle dropped me off at my car before 10 pm. The shuttle driver waited for me to find my keys and get in my car, the economy lot at the Oakland Airport is not the safest place in the world, and it took me a few minutes to realize that I have turned in my car key to the rental car attendant with the rental car key. The keys to my car are in Boise, Idaho and the spare key is at Dad's in Paso Robles.
When I put the rental car key chain on my regular key chain, I could hear Frank's voice in my head telling me not to do that because I will forget and turn in my car key with the rental one. I chose to ignore that voice. I can be stubborn that way. What is that voice? Common sense? The voice that knows my limitations? All day on Thursday I was annoyed because I kept trying to use my car device to unlock the rental car and it didn't work. The universe trying to tell me to SEPARATE THE KEYS!
I explain what I did to the shuttle driver, tell her I am calling AAA, and she moves on, but checks on me every time she drives by. I have a Toyota Prius, it's all electronic, there is no real key, just an electronic device that unlocks the car and just needs to be in the vicinity of the car for me to start it with a button. The car will not lock with the keys in it, which is a great feature, but the rest of the electronicness is not. I call Dollar Rental Car, the sales guy calls me back later and says the car has been rented out again and my key is probably in their lost and found, which opens at 8 am tomorrow and he gives me the number. AAA can get me into my car, but cannot start it. AAA cannot call a locksmith to come and make a key, because there is no key! AAA comes, unlocks the car, the driver shows me how to unlock it from the inside and helps me get my person and my stuff in it, but I cannot unlock all the doors, I cannot lower the windows, so I cannot get out of the car and shut the door, or I will be locked out again. Mom had an emergency service contract with Toyota, but the card for it is in the car, so now that I am in the car, I get the card and call them. They tell me I have to have the car towed to a Toyota dealer and the dealer makes a new key. He gives me the name and number of the nearest Toyota dealer. I call the Toyota dealer and their service department opens at 7 am. By now is 11 pm.
In between this, I call Dad and my brother Dave, who lives in San Francisco. Dad is not too excited about driving 7 hours to and from Oakland to bring me my spare key, but he will. He also reminds me that this is part of the adventure. Oh, yea, this is an adventure, it's not a problem or a crisis or an excuse to be angry. This helped me change my attitude. What if everything we experience was just another part of an adventure? Would our outlook on life, or our attitude be different? Dave is up and I can stay with him in SF, but Dave doesn't have a car, I will have to get from Oakland to SF at 11 pm on my own. Once I am in my car, I call Dave back to give him an update and tell him I am just going to stay in my car overnight.
One thing about being somewhat homeless is that you end up partly living out of your car (if you have one.) My emergency backpack, that is usually in my apartment, is in my car. This has toilet paper, candles, waterproof matches, a medical kit, a box of energy bars, a pocket knife, and a rope. I've been meaning to add an axe, but haven't got to it yet. I also have a gallon jug of water, a down sleeping bag, and hiking boots. I have the stuff from my trip, including toothpaste and toothbrush, a cooler with more water, Gatorade, a pop top can of Mandarin oranges, trail mix, a real orange, and a towel I stole from the Boise hotel. I am ready for Armageddon and an overnight stay in my car. Dave asked what will you do if you need to pee? After that I stopped drinking water, but I did need to pee by about 1 am, and I won't describe how I took care of this except that I am adding an empty jar with a lid to my emergency supplies. (And a pillow.)
I did sleep a few hours after the shuttle stopped going by every 15 minutes and woke up before 5 am. I felt pretty safe in my car, trying to break in will set off the alarm, and I now know it could not be driven even if anyone could break in. It was cold and I was warm in the sleeping bag with my head covered, hiding, just an empty sleeping bag in the back seat. I would have really liked a cup of coffee. At 6 am I called AAA for a tow. The tow truck driver was there within 15 minutes. I watched a towing master get my car on and off a flat bed tow truck without being able to put the car in neutral (shifter is electronic, too.) To unload the car at the Toyota dealer he angled the flat bed, dismantled all the safety chains, and shimmied the flat bed to shimmy my car down the ramp. I was impressed. The Toyota dealer was 2.2 miles from the airport and tow was free.
It took the Toyota dealer 2 1/2 hours and $310 to make a new key. First there is a key part that unlocks the car, then there is a computerized part generated from the Toyota mainframe in LA that starts the car. My old keys are now no good and reprogramming those will cost $135 each. Fortunately, they finished before I could trade my Prius for a used 4Runner with real keys. The Toyota dealer was One Toyota of Oakland and they were great. The key maker explained what is involved in making a new key and that most of this trouble is the result of making Toyota harder to steal. The Camry was the #1 most stolen car in the 1980s and today it is as secure as a Mercedes.
So, Dave asked me what I thought the message was in all this. I think there were several. I need to listen to the voice that knows my limitations. I need to spend more time in the adventure and less time focused on the goal or destination. I live in the future, in the destination, I forget to enjoy what is around me. When I was in the adventure, people were more interesting, more helpful, and nicer than I expected. I also need to let go of the fear of not having enough money. I did not have anywhere to be, Dad is taking care of my cats, so what was I initially angry about? Spending money on something I don't want to spend money on. But I had the money, I am just worried about not having enough money in the future, so there I am in the future, the destination again.
I am now back safely at Dad's, looking forward to a good night's sleep and dreaming of a 2004 Toyota 4Runner with an old fashioned key and no electronic extras.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Being Friendly
3 hours and 45 minutes from Dad's to Oakland. I got nervous again for some reason I could not figure out and left early, so I arrived at Oakland Airport before 4 pm. It was a hot drive and I was glad I went on my road trip in May and I need to remember to leave really early in the morning when I leave for Boise. I was nervous, so I did not eat before I left and stopped for trail mix that I ate on the way. This had to last me all day, since I refused to pay $10 for a sandwich in the Oakland Airport. Plane was a little late and I was glad to have my book, Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen. (Darcy, this is a book for you!)
Water for Elephants is a 90 (or 93) year old guy talking about being 90 and about remembering working as a vet for the circus in 1930. His parents die and the bank takes everything they own and he is so distraught that he jumps a train, that happens to be a circus train, and he finds himself as their vet. I like twists of fate stories that come out right, and I am really hoping for one for myself.
I arrived at the Boise airport at 8:30 pm their time and it was still warm. It reminded me of Summer nights in Vegas and I miss those. I reserved an economy car, but got the smallest car they had left, a Chevy Tahoe, at the economy rate. It is huge! There were going to be no cars left for the 5 people that had reservations at 11 pm, boy am I glad one of those was not me. I then checked into my cheap hotel at the airport. They put me on the 1st floor for 5 minutes, after 5 minutes of listening to someone move furniture over my head I asked for a different room and am now on the 3rd (top) floor.
I went out looking at properties this morning and was mostly disappointed. The best I saw was listed under the relaxed guy's management company, and he is so relaxed that he had the tenant, who is mid-packing, show me the property. She was great and loves the house, it is a 2 story row house very near town and in a really nice neighborhood, you know the old ones with large lots and no sidewalks? The garage is in back with the yard in between the house and the garage, bay windows in front with enough light for me to paint in the 2nd bedroom. It is 1100 square feet, which seemed small, carpet needed cleaning after living with three dogs, and was pretty close to the house like it on one side. Guess they don't have a problem with pets.
I really liked the tenant, she described the neighborhood and neighbors, many are from San Luis Obisbo, go figure, including the ones next door. This would be a good choice for good neighbors, one waived at me as I drove by. The tenant is from Southern Idaho, lived in Washington DC for 10 years, loves Boise, just bought a house, and works from home, so she knew about daytime noise. She doesn't know it, but she is my new best friend in Boise. So, I spent the afternoon completing the application for this property and sending my application fee. I said I was self-employed. Next, the momment of truth.
I had an appointment to see something tomorrow, but when I walked up to it this morning, three dogs barked right through their owner yelling at them. No thanks. Next is a place in Nampa, it seemed too far from Boise and the neighborhoods were really spotty, the neighborhood for this one had 2 for sale on one cul-de-sac and mixed looking houses, but it backs up against a forest of trees, no backyard neighbor. I may go see this one later, now I can get in because I have a code, as long as I'm here. The property rep for this one at least has some sense of urgency, although I cannot call her after 4 pm, because she is playing golf.
I actually ate lunch, the counter guy asked me what I was doing today and turns out he is from Orange County and loves it here. Do you like the outdoors? he says.
People here are very friendly, and I am surprisingly friendly back.
Water for Elephants is a 90 (or 93) year old guy talking about being 90 and about remembering working as a vet for the circus in 1930. His parents die and the bank takes everything they own and he is so distraught that he jumps a train, that happens to be a circus train, and he finds himself as their vet. I like twists of fate stories that come out right, and I am really hoping for one for myself.
I arrived at the Boise airport at 8:30 pm their time and it was still warm. It reminded me of Summer nights in Vegas and I miss those. I reserved an economy car, but got the smallest car they had left, a Chevy Tahoe, at the economy rate. It is huge! There were going to be no cars left for the 5 people that had reservations at 11 pm, boy am I glad one of those was not me. I then checked into my cheap hotel at the airport. They put me on the 1st floor for 5 minutes, after 5 minutes of listening to someone move furniture over my head I asked for a different room and am now on the 3rd (top) floor.
I went out looking at properties this morning and was mostly disappointed. The best I saw was listed under the relaxed guy's management company, and he is so relaxed that he had the tenant, who is mid-packing, show me the property. She was great and loves the house, it is a 2 story row house very near town and in a really nice neighborhood, you know the old ones with large lots and no sidewalks? The garage is in back with the yard in between the house and the garage, bay windows in front with enough light for me to paint in the 2nd bedroom. It is 1100 square feet, which seemed small, carpet needed cleaning after living with three dogs, and was pretty close to the house like it on one side. Guess they don't have a problem with pets.
I really liked the tenant, she described the neighborhood and neighbors, many are from San Luis Obisbo, go figure, including the ones next door. This would be a good choice for good neighbors, one waived at me as I drove by. The tenant is from Southern Idaho, lived in Washington DC for 10 years, loves Boise, just bought a house, and works from home, so she knew about daytime noise. She doesn't know it, but she is my new best friend in Boise. So, I spent the afternoon completing the application for this property and sending my application fee. I said I was self-employed. Next, the momment of truth.
I had an appointment to see something tomorrow, but when I walked up to it this morning, three dogs barked right through their owner yelling at them. No thanks. Next is a place in Nampa, it seemed too far from Boise and the neighborhoods were really spotty, the neighborhood for this one had 2 for sale on one cul-de-sac and mixed looking houses, but it backs up against a forest of trees, no backyard neighbor. I may go see this one later, now I can get in because I have a code, as long as I'm here. The property rep for this one at least has some sense of urgency, although I cannot call her after 4 pm, because she is playing golf.
I actually ate lunch, the counter guy asked me what I was doing today and turns out he is from Orange County and loves it here. Do you like the outdoors? he says.
People here are very friendly, and I am surprisingly friendly back.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Boise Housing Trip
The most direct way to get to Boise from here is to fly out of Oakland. The closest direct flights are out of Oakland or Las Vegas, from everywhere else I have to stop in Oakland or Vegas anyway. San Jose had flights to Boise, but that saves me 40 minutes of driving so I can spend a few more hours on an indirect flight. So, I have a 4 hour drive to Oakland ahead of me and then a just over 1 hour flight to Boise. Flight is at 6:45 pm, so I'm leaving here about 1 pm. Same thing on Thursday, flight leaves Boise at 6:45 pm, I arrive in Oakland at 7:30 and then drive back to Dad's. (Boise in on Central time and is an hour ahead of California.)
I still have to pack, but I have all my house hunting materials together. I'm thinking that the people I've talked to in Boise about rentals do not have the same sense of urgency that I do and that maybe Boise is more laid back, which was the point of me moving there, so I might as well get used to it and relax a bit myself. Welcome to Boise, now relax and slow down. I did find a rental 20 minutes south of Boise, 900 square feet with a workshop on 2 acres, but I'm thinking I am too new to Idaho to be that isolated, and I've learned about my problems with isolation while I've been here at Dad's. Someday I would like to live on 2 acres, but not somewhere where I don't know anyone.
Painted this morning when I got up. This starts my day off better. I will have time for one more cats out before I go, then they are inside with Dad feeding them for two days. I take my walking stick with me when I go out with them and feel like Little Bo Peep herding cats. You know what they say about herding cats? Mine are actually pretty good, every once in a while they get scared and come running back to me for reassurance, like little kids, but otherwise it is pretty boring. I miss the days when I could send the kids out to play while I did something else. Spit spotted a pocket gopher peeking out of a hole and ran over and stuck her whole arm down the hole after it and then stared at the hole in readiness for forever. This is entertaining for me for about 3 minutes. I am obviously still learning how to relax. Why is it that I always need to be multi-tasking?
I still have to pack, but I have all my house hunting materials together. I'm thinking that the people I've talked to in Boise about rentals do not have the same sense of urgency that I do and that maybe Boise is more laid back, which was the point of me moving there, so I might as well get used to it and relax a bit myself. Welcome to Boise, now relax and slow down. I did find a rental 20 minutes south of Boise, 900 square feet with a workshop on 2 acres, but I'm thinking I am too new to Idaho to be that isolated, and I've learned about my problems with isolation while I've been here at Dad's. Someday I would like to live on 2 acres, but not somewhere where I don't know anyone.
Painted this morning when I got up. This starts my day off better. I will have time for one more cats out before I go, then they are inside with Dad feeding them for two days. I take my walking stick with me when I go out with them and feel like Little Bo Peep herding cats. You know what they say about herding cats? Mine are actually pretty good, every once in a while they get scared and come running back to me for reassurance, like little kids, but otherwise it is pretty boring. I miss the days when I could send the kids out to play while I did something else. Spit spotted a pocket gopher peeking out of a hole and ran over and stuck her whole arm down the hole after it and then stared at the hole in readiness for forever. This is entertaining for me for about 3 minutes. I am obviously still learning how to relax. Why is it that I always need to be multi-tasking?
Monday, August 2, 2010
Preparing
Correction to my last post, I was writing on Sunday, about Saturday, so I don't know if I have a problem with isolation on weekends, but it's not about Sundays.
I did go to the fair on Sunday, but had trouble taking photos, this is the best I got. The rodeo was in a sectioned off part of the arena, and I only had my long lens and could not get close or get a long shot, fortunately the waiting horses did not care, and one performed for me. I liked the grey horse in the white/grey stall. The cowboys playing in the dirt could be a painting, but otherwise it was not crowded enough for me to take pictures of other people's kids without being obvious. Who is that creepy woman and why is she taking pictures of our kids?! And it was really hot!
Speaking of hot, it will be 95 in Boise tomorrow, cooling off to 65 at night. But it is a dry heat!
These are the female Jays, not nice birds, but good looking.
Spent yesterday and today getting ready to rent a house in Boise. I did a list of references, found the bank and previous landlord information, scanned the credit report, and put these and my resume, painting fliers, and any other relevant information I could think of on the portable disc. I'm also going to put everything on the netbook. I waited too long to reserve the rental car and now have to pay twice as much. I had a problem with the expense when I reserved the flight and the hotel, so I did not reserve the car then, now I'm paying the price.
I mapped out all the properties I want to see on Google Maps and made printouts with directions, since I will not have GPS on my expensive economy rental car. Sent an email to the property management company that has my 2 favorite properties and received a vague reply. At least he did not say, are you out of your mind, no job!? See ya!
Thinking of the mantra Darci sent me, "The Best is Yet to Come."
I have a feeling everything is just ging to work out,
the best is yet to come,
do the footwork and stay out of the results...
Now I am going to help Dad fix the type on his golf tournament flier and print business cards.
I did go to the fair on Sunday, but had trouble taking photos, this is the best I got. The rodeo was in a sectioned off part of the arena, and I only had my long lens and could not get close or get a long shot, fortunately the waiting horses did not care, and one performed for me. I liked the grey horse in the white/grey stall. The cowboys playing in the dirt could be a painting, but otherwise it was not crowded enough for me to take pictures of other people's kids without being obvious. Who is that creepy woman and why is she taking pictures of our kids?! And it was really hot!
Speaking of hot, it will be 95 in Boise tomorrow, cooling off to 65 at night. But it is a dry heat!
These are the female Jays, not nice birds, but good looking.
Spent yesterday and today getting ready to rent a house in Boise. I did a list of references, found the bank and previous landlord information, scanned the credit report, and put these and my resume, painting fliers, and any other relevant information I could think of on the portable disc. I'm also going to put everything on the netbook. I waited too long to reserve the rental car and now have to pay twice as much. I had a problem with the expense when I reserved the flight and the hotel, so I did not reserve the car then, now I'm paying the price.
I mapped out all the properties I want to see on Google Maps and made printouts with directions, since I will not have GPS on my expensive economy rental car. Sent an email to the property management company that has my 2 favorite properties and received a vague reply. At least he did not say, are you out of your mind, no job!? See ya!
Thinking of the mantra Darci sent me, "The Best is Yet to Come."
I have a feeling everything is just ging to work out,
the best is yet to come,
do the footwork and stay out of the results...
Now I am going to help Dad fix the type on his golf tournament flier and print business cards.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Distracted
I felt distracted yesterday and I do not know why. I was going to go to the California Mid-State Fair, but then could not decide when I wanted to go, early or late when the light is better, mid-day is too hot, but the fair part does not open until noon. All I wanted to do at the fair is take pictures of things to paint, rodeo stuff and kids eating cotton candy. I did not get up and paint and then messed around and decided I wasn't going to get anything done and went out for coffee. When I got back, I had left the front gate open, which I am not supposed to do. I pulled up and Sophie was in, laying in the same spot of dirt she was in when I left, and the gate closed is to keep Sophie in, so no harm done, but my distraction was confirmed. Took a nap and the phone woke me up from a weird dream.
Made one call regarding housing in Boise, asked some questions and have three places I can see on Wednesday. These are with one management company and I have the application and am debating whether or not to send it and tell him about myself via email before I go or if I should meet him first so he can see how great I am before I tell him I have no job. Someone else called back and is going to call again on Monday to set up an appointment. I checked my yearly free credit report and printed it out to bring to Boise, and my credit score is better, actually Good now instead of Fair, a C-. This was better than I expected, but still depressing.
I went through my housing printouts with Dad last night and showed him what I was looking at, funny, he thinks 1000 square feet is too small and thinks his minimum would be 1750. The biggest I'm looking at is 1250 square feet and 3 bedrooms and that feels like a splurge.
Dad keeps reminding me this is an adventure, I do not know what is going to happen, good or bad, that's what makes it an adventure. Maybe I'm having trouble transitioning from vacation mode to adventure mode.
Colleen asked me if I felt isolated staying here at Dad's, and I said I do, but I am enjoying spending time with Dad and I have my painting, which is always isolating. I can do one day here without leaving, but by the 2nd day I have to at least go to town and coffee. Maybe the isolation is getting to me after more than 4 weeks.
Or, I was having a hard time last Sunday, maybe I have a problem with Sundays.
Probably good that I am going to Boise on Tuesday, but I hope I can get more focused.
Made one call regarding housing in Boise, asked some questions and have three places I can see on Wednesday. These are with one management company and I have the application and am debating whether or not to send it and tell him about myself via email before I go or if I should meet him first so he can see how great I am before I tell him I have no job. Someone else called back and is going to call again on Monday to set up an appointment. I checked my yearly free credit report and printed it out to bring to Boise, and my credit score is better, actually Good now instead of Fair, a C-. This was better than I expected, but still depressing.
I went through my housing printouts with Dad last night and showed him what I was looking at, funny, he thinks 1000 square feet is too small and thinks his minimum would be 1750. The biggest I'm looking at is 1250 square feet and 3 bedrooms and that feels like a splurge.
Dad keeps reminding me this is an adventure, I do not know what is going to happen, good or bad, that's what makes it an adventure. Maybe I'm having trouble transitioning from vacation mode to adventure mode.
Colleen asked me if I felt isolated staying here at Dad's, and I said I do, but I am enjoying spending time with Dad and I have my painting, which is always isolating. I can do one day here without leaving, but by the 2nd day I have to at least go to town and coffee. Maybe the isolation is getting to me after more than 4 weeks.
Or, I was having a hard time last Sunday, maybe I have a problem with Sundays.
Probably good that I am going to Boise on Tuesday, but I hope I can get more focused.
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