I didn’t go to market and I didn’t buy a fat hog but I did come home again.
I spent two glorious nights and a full luxurious day at Pigeon Point Hostel. I accept that many of you might roll your eyes at the thought of a $28 bed in a six-woman dorm being luxury. But for me, the ability to sit without interruption on a bench overlooking the Pacific justifies the drive and the slight inconvenience of sharing a bathroom with strangers. Truth told, the mattresses in Dolphin House (my preferred assignment) inspired my new mattress purchase. I sleep better on them than anywhere, though this might be due in part to the sound of the sea through the open window.
I drove to San Jose today and assisted at California TinyFest. I just completed a YouTube video about the experience which I hope you’ll see as soon as it successfully uploads. The drive back to Park Delta Bay took me through the Mission District. A twinge of temptation nearly occasioned a detour to see the Mission, but I resisted and pulled into the park five minutes before the office closed. My timing enabled me to take possession of my new evaporative cooler, a purchase also covered in the latest video.
If I seem smug and self-satisfied, it’s a happy illusion. Allow me a few minutes of gloating: Three separate visitors to the display which I worked at TinyFest told me that I was famous, having seen the interview done here at the park this winter. “I feel pretty. . .”
But now I’m back to the humdrum realities of my existence. I’ve doctor visits to schedule, a job to find, and I still have that nagging extra eight or ten pounds to lose. And as God is my witness, I’ll never go hungry again; for I still have Tara, and tomorrow’s another day.
It’s the sixteenth day of the fifty-fourth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.
Happy Father’s Day to All My Friends and Family Who Are Men With Children. May the Love and Honor Always Flow In Each Direction.