We’re under a fire Evacuation Warning

2020 continues to be a shit show.

I’m so over this year. The fires are encroaching on the town. 10 miles out and the winds are kicking up. Great! We’ve been under the warning for the past 24 hours.

I tried to go to bed tonight. The house is closed and the A/C is on. Smoke is blowing around and my sinuses are irritated. I’m having a problem sleeping in general, tonight the house is a tad too warm, and I was having trouble shutting down.

I was laying there thinking I should get a drink to see if I could use it to relax. I rolled on my side and was looking at the visible stars. Just drifting off… Then the bed started shaking. A quick check of the bedroom showed that there was no demonic activity. So no possession was imminent.

Then another stronger shaking. Since we no longer have any pets it wasn’t one of them scratching. Oh, it’s an Earthquake! Well isn’t that just swell. What next? Frogs? Locusts?

Okay, I’m up!

Poured myself that drink I’d been contemplating and here I sit on the couch drinking and writing.

The local news people are blathering, but it sounds like there’s no damage.

I’m so over all of the crap this year. Honestly, I don’t think next year is gonna be any better.

Bad Nightmares

Last night I woke up at 2:45am

I needed to pee. But I was also having terrible nightmares about Jobs, life, failure, and guess what? I was the judge, jury & executioner.

I watch too much ScFi too.

SupermantheMovie.PNGI remember several fragments where I was sitting in judgement of myself; In one I was the big faces in the trial of Zod from one of the Superman Movies saying, “Guilty” to General Zod. Except I was General Zod

In another the skin of my face had been removed and was hanging grotesquely from a robot’s head. Saturn 3? I think.

saturn-3-robot.jpgIn another I appeared as Q of the “Q-Continium” from Star Trek Next Generation. I was me standing there, being looked down on by… Me

The common theme was they were all me and each judged me as guilty of some crime.

There were many more, but the dream has faded and fragmented, as dreams do, and I can’t remember them all.

Q.jpgMy “Crimes” were numerous and all had to do with my”failure” as a person. Failure to secure a job, failure to take action in my life, failure to choose happiness over security.

No, those two things are not alway the same.

So were these dreams me talking to myself in a way that would get my attention, or was this me actually judging Me? I don’t know.

There was also a voice I think it was mine, but older somehow, that was saying, “Sometimes we have to let go of the things that we have in order to discover what makes us truly happy.”

I know I read that somewhere , It’s a tag line from a movie I was interested in seeing. I think the tagline caught my attention because it’s counterintuitive.

The thing about dreams like this is that if you’re sitting in judgement on yourself. Well, there’s no defense. You can’t obfuscate the truth, you can’t make excuses, you can only throw yourself on the mercy of the court.

In our heart of hearts, the person we each are least merciful with, is ourselves.

I’d like to think it was a bad dream and nothing more. But somehow I think part of me is trying to smack me upside the head.

Endings / Beginnings

My time in San Diego is drawing to a close. Approximately T-minus 6 hours.

When I first came here I thought it was a nice place and the place is picturesque when you get to the coast. In all the years I’ve spent in California I’d spent very little time in San Diego and that was always as a visitor.

I came here with high hopes of restarting a career and making something of the opportunity. 

I found out this area is a hard place to meet people and that the job market is not the best. In that it’s much like the rest of California but San Diego has something else. It’s hard to put into words, its like there’s a standoffish attitude. Perhaps it’s because of the strong military presence. Perhaps it’s something else entirely. The practical reality is that it’s difficult to get to know anyone because everyone is on the move, myself included.

This city feels like everyone is just passing through. No one, it seems wants to make attachments of any kind. One of the things that caught my attention was how many people park nose out.

You’ll see this in shopping malls, businesses, and apartment parking. It’s as if everyone is preparing to leave, even when they’re at home. The shopping malls and businesses amazed me, people will back in to parking spots regardless of how many other people they slow down in the process.

I’ve seen traffic jams caused by person after person backing into spots at their place of work. They’re completely oblivious to the fact that their actions were causing the problem. At work I’ve heard people say they didn’t understand why there was a jam up at the entrance to the parking lot every morning. 

It speaks to a blindness about consequences of your actions. It’s a delusion shared by more than a few people here.

While I will miss having my own space. I won’t miss San Diego. There are nice people here, and there are some damn good people here, they’re very hard to find, but they’re good people.

So I have mixed emotions about leaving here only because I liked living on my own.

San diego trafficI won’t miss the crowds, traffic, noise, or Comic con… Not one little bit.

It’s been a couple of weeks since the layoff. I’m still tired as hell and occasionally a little blue, there’s a feeling that I and my colleagues were all used and then thrown away. I’m not looking forward to sweating over finding a new job full time.

But this “Ending” is a “Beginning” too.

That’s what I’m reminding myself of as I box the last of my stuff here.

I’m putting things into boxes and storage as neatly as possible with the intent that I’ll begin again, somewhere else.

Call it hope.

Comiccon foot trafficI do know that, long distance commutes are out of the question in Southern California. They used to be possible but those days are long gone. Where ever I end up working, I’ll probably have a small apartment nearby. Ideally, I’ll have an actual home that I’m earning equity on. But houses nearer the working centers of any city in this country, much more-so in the state of California, are beyond expensive for what you get.

I don’t know what the future holds for me, but I have at least a little hope.

I’m planning to take some time for myself, maybe a week or two where I can just turn my brain off, have a little fun and relax. I need to go walkabout and see some things I either haven’t seen before or revisit some things or places that I’ve enjoyed in the past.

Then I’ll tackle the business of looking for a new job, cleaning up around the house and working toward defining and building a future that I want.

I know it’s all up to me, but I question if I have the strength at this age to pull off reinventing myself and defining the future I want.

We’ll see.