It’s been a while since I’ve been able to sit down and catch people up on my website and blog…it’s been a helluva year and I, for one, am damn glad it’s over. This is the first time in a really long time that I am looking forward to the new year…a really new year.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you. There were some really good parts of 2008:
My eighth book, Across Time came out.
I went to the Panama Canal
Spent a month in Mexico
Visited our youngest in Orlando, where she is Minnie Mouse at Disneyworld.
Watched our oldest excel in college.
And then…
BAM…
Here is what happened:
We hate the weather in Oregon...last winter was 9 gray months and we decided we did not want to grow old there.
So we started looking for houses in the sun.
Florida, Georgia, Arizona
I was hired at a C College in Florida, but after being in Ft. Lauderdale, I couldn't see us living there, so I declined it.
Then we took a vacation to New Orleans, only to have American Airlines cancel all flights there.
"Can we get to Phoenix?"
Yep.
So we took that opportunity to look at the ONLY house (a finished model with a pool) that we had fallen in love with over the thousands we'd looked at.
The model had gone on sale THAT day.
So we bought it.
Came home and I started applying in Arizona.
Got hired at the high school in Maricopa.
Put the Oregon house on the very baaaaad market.
In August, I drove to Maricopa, leaving Lori to sell the house and get us packed.
And then....something happened.
I did not do well on my own...I slid down the shitter from a combination of sleeping 3 hours a night, not eating, and being miserable without my dog, my girl, and my books. I was nearly manic by the time Lori came to see me and realized that I was in crisis...we don't know why, but we surmise Maricopa is built on an Indian burial ground, like Poltergeist, and so much there is fucked up.
Lori goes home to Oregon and packs up and moves to Arizona, regardless of the house being for sale. Packs up the dog, the turtles, and a few books, and heads down to Arizona. The first night we were together, I slept 16 hours…
And then we had to move from where I lived into a bigger place.
So....there we were...living in one room of a 5 bedroom house we were sharing with a very lovely Christian woman, who, one week after we moved in, lost the house in divorce court.
What?
But she got the judge to let us stay until Dec.
Problem with that?
The house was EMPTY.
We didn't have a couch...a fork...a pot...NADA.We couldn't even make a sandwich if we wanted to!
To make matters worse...when we bought the house that day, it was one of the few days the CATTLE DAIRY FARM one mile away didn't smell like Bakersfield. I mean, there were days you couldn't take a breath. It was horrible!
So there we were...in an empty house, in a town that stunk, at job where, two months of eating lunch every day, my colleagues (whom I enjoyed) hadn't asked me ONE SINGLE QUESTION. They didn't know if I was married, straight, had kids, or published 8 novels. They knew NOT ONE THING even though we parties every Friday together. How does that happen? How can you not ask someone one personal question? And the funny part is, I really dug them. They were bright, fun, excellent teachers.
But we managed to keep convincing ourselves that this was where we were supposed to be.
And then my mom went into the hospital on Monday and she died of heart failure on Tuesday, necessitating that we return to California to care for my stroke-addled father, who, while still driving, clearly needed help around the house and in general.
What a delightful surprise we got when we discovered that my brother and sister-in-law had been stealing from my parents for years. They had actually gotten my father's SSN and checking account number and set up autopays to pay for their idiot children's cell phones, cable, and cigarettes. They have also been living rent free for the last 5 years, and basically taking half of my dad's pension to live on.
So, two months after we moved to Arizona, we called the movers and returned for good, to Danville in order to protect my dad from the likes of my brother and sister-in-law, who have been living on the gravy train for years.
So...with Lucy and the turtles, Lori and I are settling in to a new life in California. I've built an incredible library in the front room, complete with fireplace and huge picture window. I have been hired by a Community College to teach Intro to Fiction and Composition, and Lori is busy painting and getting the smoke smell out of my dad's house. He loves her as well as little Lucy, and is doing well for having lost his wife of 51 years.
We got him one of those Barka Loungers guys love, a big screen TV, a new bed, a tv in his room, he eats better than he ever has, watches movies with us several times a week and loves our Wii. Life is good for Ronnie.
We have committed to making our home in Danville. We love it there, as it is so quaint, safe, and was voted 20th most affluent city in America by Forbes Magazine. What that means to us is culture. People with money support the arts, put more tax dollars into education, and keep their homes up! LOL.
Plus...no cow smell!
BONUS!
We have decided that we want to start going and doing more, and after the first of the year, are taking same sex ballroom dancing lessons. Ahhh, the beauty of living in the Bay Area!
We look forward to the New Year...a new life from old ashes, and my 9th novel came out in March of 2009, called Second Time Around.
And sooooo now, you're all caught up.
Letting my dad remain in his home until the end of his life is the best gift we could give him. He is a wonderful man who has helped so many people, that this was the only thing to do. I am so glad we're doing it. He is a lot of fun and just a sweet, sweet man.
So that’s where I have been for 2009…glad it’s over…ready to move on.
And I AM moving. I am ready to get an agent, to sell as many Second Time Arounds as I can, and ready to enjoy all life has to offer. If you want to drop me a line…you can always find me at
iamstorm@yahoo.com