It’s been a while since I posted here. Needless to say, it’s been a busy few months. I lost 45 pounds – 20 from a gout flare up and 25 from becoming a vegetarian and getting sober. I have a best friend, a female, who shares a lot in common with me. There were challenges in the beginning, but once I reached an epiphany on what makes her tick, she’s easier to understand. I may even write a short story or book about her one day. The nice thing about the weight loss is my BMI index is at a good range, a range which puts me in the low category for heart disease, diabetes, etc. I’m still a mental wreck, though. This is forever. My SSI/SSD hearing is set for April 28, 2015. Hopefully the judge will find me lacking in normalcy and require help. I also have a song playing frequently, and gathering fans, on NumberOne Music. It’s “Hot Body, Cold Heart”, a song I converted from country to electro-pop. All of this sounds good, but the bad news is, I’ve been homeless sleeping in my car for about 3 months. It hasn’t been so bad. A few nights were bitterly cold, though. Those were hard to get through. In any case, I’ve slept in my car when it snowed a few times. This was in Lodge Grass, Montana and other cities around the country. I guess it’s true what they say: if it doesn’t kill you it’ll make you stronger. Well, I’m not on the internet that much; I use the computer at the library. This makes it hard for me to be on the internet all the time. Anyway, the takeaway from all this is, I’m okay. Physically, I’m not doing too bad. There are lots of people worse off than me in the world so I’m not complaining.
Well, it had to happen. I was expecting it, though, so I shouldn’t be surprised. For the past few days I’ve been taking my stuff to pawn shops to see what I can get. (As it turns out, very little indeed). I have two more days in this apartment then I’m out. I will be moving to an apodment in downtown Seattle next week but I’ll probably be homeless for about a week. I won’t stay in a shelter, though. They look shady from outside; I can image what they must look like inside. No thanks. I’ll just stay in my car for the time being. There are several churches that give out hot meals in the North Seattle area so I’ll also be going to those. I’ll be able to shower and use the bathroom at the CPC clinic I go to so at least that’s better than nothing.
I plan to enjoy a thanksgiving day meal with my fellow food pantry denizens at Our Redeemer’s Lutheran Church on 85th St. and 24th Ave. in Ballard on Thursday. Or I might get lazy and change my mind. Psychologically, I should go as I tend to isolate too much. The last time I went they were giving out new sleeping bags. I don’t need one now but I sure would love to get me some fixin’s of mac & cheese and green bean casserole. You know, I don’t even know if Our Redeemer’s is doing dinner this year. I’ll check on it tomorrow. Hopefully, they won’t let us down.
Have you ever heard of ’em? Me, neither. As it turns out, two Mexican restaurants right here in Sunny Seattle sell ’em, La Carta de Oaxaca in Ballard and Poquito’s on Capitol Hill. In Ballard, they cost $4; on Capitol Hill, $2. What are they? Why, I’m talking about roasted grasshoppers, of course. They’re supposed to have a nutty flavor. Since parking is easier in Ballard, I’ll probably give the chapulines there a looksee. How bad can they be, right?
Today was a good day. No complaints. This is the first time I’d went to the pantry on a Saturday. The line went fairly quickly. They had a good selection of food, too. The vegetable collection was a little questionable, though. Some of the potatoes were iffy (quite a few had sprouted already), and a large number of tomatoes were squished. They only had one cabbage and one cauliflower left so I took those. I stayed away from the onions because they looked like they fell off the back of the truck and got ran over by passing cars. They did have a can of Gooseberries which I took. I’d never heard of that until now, but being the adventurer, I thought I’d give it a looksee. You can always count on the food bank for having foods I’d never heard of or tried before, like Toro Tomatsuppe mit macaroni. All in all, pretty good shopping.
I have this idea for a fairy tale called “The Goat in the Moat” but I haven’t written it yet because I’m out of sorts these days. Not that I give a toss, but I quit my nursing job earlier this week. It was overwhelming. I worked from 6:30 AM to sometimes 5 PM or 6 PM with no breaks – no bathroom break, no meal break, nothing. I literally hit the ground running from the morning to the evening. Eventually I was bound to burn out. Didn’t think it’d be this soon, though. Then again, gout flared up aggressively in my legs and prevented me from zipping around the nursing home like I wanted. Also, the facility was unbelievably disorganized. It was just a disaster waiting to happen and I couldn’t bear it anymore. It really made me suicidal. In more positive news, this production company in the U.K. likes one of my songs called “Make A Big Noise.” I signed a contract today for them to market and produce the song internationally. I’m not wishing on any star, but I hope they can make it happen.
I finally found gainful employment this week in Ballard. It’s a pretty tiring job so that means I’ll really have to fight to try to get in as much blogging time as possible. These past few days have been murder on my feet. If it sounds like I’m complaining, I apologize. In this day and age of the economy, I’d better be grateful for the job I have.