Monthly Archives: April 2013

Getting old scares me

Who said, “getting old isn’t for sissies?”

I visited my 90 year old aunt in her home in Sacramento yesterday. I called her a few days ahead to tell her I’d be there. It was a struggle getting her to understand, but I thought she understood when I’d be there. So I drove three hours to get there and expected a happy greeting, as it’s been over a year since I’ve seen her.

I called the day before and put a message on her phone to expect me the next day.

She yelled, “come in” when I knocked on the door. I walked in and found her sitting on a chair smiling at me. I gave her a hug. She seemed happy and then told me to walk around the house.

Okay, it’s getting to be a long story: she thought I was the realtor and  was suprised when the lady who takes care of her told her I was Laureen.

She was embarrassed but that faded, as she went on to complain and whine about lots of annoyances, real and imagined. I stayed around one hour and then went to my motel room. I could have driven back home and saved the money for the room.

She was angry about the neighbors across the street who painted their house yellow. I thought it looked nice.

The lady, care giver told me when the painters finished, the ninety year old went across the street, screamed at them, used every four letter word she knew. She complained to authorities and made a huge fuss about the color.

There’s more, but, in general, she is an old, bitter lady, and neighbors have run out of patience. It makes me sad because she is a charming woman, but the bitterness has become more of what she is.

Makes me scared about growing old.

 

Holland in San Francisco

Brad, Debby and I trudged up to San Francisco to the working windmill where the Dutch took over the park. Orange, the Dutch royal color was seen everywhere on people, balloons and flags.

Food was sold in kiosks with long lines of people seeking their favorite Dutch and Indonesian goodies.

Some American’s may not get the connection between The Netherlands and Indonesia. Indonesia was a Dutch colony for nearly 400 years until they fought for their independence in the 50’s. Indonesia food in Holland is like Mexican food is to the U.S., although the U.S. didn’t colonize Mexico. So that’s a loose way to associate the similarities. Indonesian food is my favorite.  I’ve often said that it must be served in heaven, it’s that good.

The event at the windmill was the annual celebration of Queen’s Day. This is a special celebration because it also was the day Queen Beatrix turned her crown over to her son.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Interview

I’m going to be interviewed by the Half Moon Bay Review this morning regarding my year-long adventure.

It’s going to be interesting to see how it is on the other side of the interview for a change.

I’ll post the results later today.

Happy Birthday to a VIP

Greetings!

Today is my son, Brad’s, birthday.

When I arrived from Turkey a bit over two weeks ago, he and my daughter-in-law, Debby, picked me up at the airport. He told me I was welcome to sleep on their couch for as long as I want.

Now, the son is taking care of the mother.

Brad inherited my wanderlust, for around twenty years ago, he was teaching English in Indonesia and that is where he met Debby.

Brad has a creative mind and, with a subtle humor, he keeps us entertained.

Happy Birthday Bradley Alan Crocker

 

 

Staying positive in Half Moon Bay

I’m enjoying Half Moon Bay. It’s a charming little town, with nice people living in it. It is twenty minutes away from the big city of San Francisco. While here, I’ve been to San Francisco a few times and found areas I haven’t seen before. There are many neighborhoods full of ethnic restaurants, antique stores and boutiques.

But back to Half Moon Bay and my search for a place to land. I was offered a most beautiful spot that overlooks the ocean, with a reasonable price tag.  The house has been divided up into two apartments. Wall-to-wall off white carpeting, a large bedroom and walk in closet, a new kitchen and my own entrance. And a view of the ocean from the bedroom and the kitchen.

I sat in Judith’s kitchen downstairs in the main part of the house, and admired the scene out of her window…bunny rabbits bouncing around beyond the yard in the wild fauna that goes right up to the ocean.

I saw a flock of seagulls taking off from the shoreline. Oh, it is a lovely place. Whoever lands it will be lucky, indeed. I see living there in my dreams.

Meanwhile, I feel blessed to be in the accompany of my son, daughter-in-law and grandson. They are so good to me.

On Saturday I’ll be in San Francisco for a Dutch day with Brad and Debby. It will be fun to get some Dutch goodies and Indonesian food. On Sunday, my cousin, Barbie Jones will visit. She’s a lovely lady, an English professor, and a supporter of my greater good.

Life is good.

Paper work…and glass steps

I filled out a long paper to qualify for senior housing. Paper work these days is long and sometimes difficult to find the answers to questions.

Who remembers the exact day, month and year they moved into an apartment and the same for the day they moved out?  Who remembers the time they first signed up for a particular health and medication insurance?

Who remembers the name and information on all the past landlords?

Then, the paper requires detailed information on my budget. My financial situation has changed radically, and so, I’m not certain yet, how my budget will affect me in the coming months. But the paper work has to be filled out.

 

After the paper work is finished for the senior housing, there is still a one to three year wait until it’s possible to move in. By that time, hopefully, another place – a better one will be found.

 

Then there is the new insurance and medical forms to fill out, and the mountains of paper work that follows. It must be read and understood. Who understands their medical insurance in it’s entirety? It’s more complicated than arranging travel around the world.

Meanwhile, there’s a life to be lived and I’m on it. I will be interviewed about my one year journey by the Half Moon Bay Review.

Yesterday I had a lovely dinner at a home of friends in an awesome house between Half Moon Bay and El Granada. To get upstairs from the ground level in their house, you either take an elevator, or walk up on glass steps. Yes, glass steps.  Take your shoes off and walk in stocking feet.

I’m learning from folks that my one year on the road, in the skies and train tracks, is unique, especially for someone my age and to be alone. When I left the U.S. to begin the trek, I never thought about the uniqueness of it. I just packed up and left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s such a pretty day today….look at the sunshine!

What a beautiful day.

It was warm, with a nice breeze.

I attended church and met a woman who remembered me when I lived in Half Moon Bay for one year back in 2002. She had an amazing memory, for she asked if I was the woman who moved to Costa Rica. She was correct. Will and I had just moved to Half Moon Bay, after I had packed up the house in Soledad and moved everything to our new home. He died only two weeks after we moved in.

I found out two days later then, that I didn’t inherit any of his pensions, and therefore, knew I had to find a job. So I worked for one year in the Bay Area, and then, thinking it would be cheaper for me in Costa Rica, while I worked on the book, “Too Close to the Sun” a Dutch boy becomes a man during WWII, I put together a few belongings and began a life in Central America.

Then, after two years there, I moved back to where my old job was open and I worked there until last year.

History tends to repeat itself, for it’s twelve years later, and here I am, needing to find a way to make an income. I am blessed with many skills, and therefore, not anxious about what is in store for me. I only need to find it.

So, tomorrow is another day,  predicted to repeat today’s weather history; it will be warm with a nice breeze. I’m looking forward to the new day.

What will be, will be…soon

I have been taking it real easy, but must get moving. I went for a walk to the cliffs overlooking the ocean yesterday. It was a beautiful sight.

I haven’t yet decided where I’ll settle. There is much to consider. I had one opportunity to rent an apartment in Half Moon Bay for the summer months, but declined. The reason was the woman who owned the apartment asked for an enormous amount of money for the rent and then said she would be staying there occasionally. That didn’t seem right that I’d pay rent and she would come back from her summer house to spend time in the apartment that I’d be paying rent for.

Then there was a job opportunity that would fit me perfectly, but it wasn’t available in any of the cities I want to consider to live and work. I want to settle either in Half Moon Bay, Santa Cruz or Monterey.

I have been asked to make a presentation to the Senior Coastside center in June regarding my book, “Too Close to the Sun”. That will give me an opportunity to meet people and sell my book.

Also, the book is on display in a book store and gallery in El Granada, a city close to Half Moon Bay.

I’m confident that every thing will come together soon. Meanwhile,  I’m enjoying being with my son, Brad, my daughter-in-law Aleida and grandson, Brandon.

 

Boston

I can’t help but wonder what the people I met within the three continents I visited in 2012 and until two weeks ago, think about the scene in Boston.

 

 

Organizing the details

Love the details

The journey continues in my heart and mind. When I was on the Island of Vis, off of Croatia, I met a young lady inside of a restaurant. She was working on an art project and I was on my computer writing a daily blog.

 

Tina and I talked awhile, and exchanged emails and both joined up as Facebook friends. I saw that she was on Facebook late last night, while it was day time to her. She was back in her home in Slovenia and here I was in Half Moon Bay.

 

I have made many friends along this journey and treasure them, as they contributed much to my happiness while on the road.

 

Yesterday, I opened up all the packages I had sent to my son, Larry, for him to put into my car. They were small informative books, pamphlets, maps and post cards, and more, for me to use as factual background for the book regarding my year long journey I’ll be writing.

 

I organized them according to the country. Soon, I’ll print out the blog, so I can begin the job of including the best of the year long blog project.

 

Still needing a place to live and small income. I’m positive it will all come together.

 

The book I wrote last year, “Too Close to the Sun” a Dutch boy becomes a man during WWII, is still available on Amazon.com. However, I have some of those in my car. I met a man at the Methodist Church in Half Moon Bay, on Sunday, who remembered way back when I lived here that I would write that book. He asked where he could purchase one.

“I have some in my car.”

“Well, I want one then. Can you go get me one.”

Meanwhile, he had his signed copy, and another person saw it and asked for one, as well.

And another man asked for a copy but will get it next week.

Hmmm, didn’t mean to make money at church, but you never know where luck will find you.