A little about me, and why I'm doing this.

I do enjoy sharing the circumstances and events that occur to me on my Road Trips, but mostly...

I want to share what's inside me... my emotions, my intuitions, and my dreams...

With the hope of distracting and encouraging you to think outside the box.

We all need to be distracted and encouraged once in a while, don’t we?

If this distraction also brings enjoyment or entertainment to you… It will make me happy.

I hope you decide you want to get to know me.

I hope you decide you want to get to know me.
I would love to get to know you!
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I'm an open minded, honest, fun loving guy, who loves sharing … my insights, my experiences, and my opinions about life... other people … and anything else that jumps into my mind when I’m in (or out of) the saddle. Spirituality-YES. Religion-NO. Sexuality-YES. Politics-NO. Humor-ALWAYS.

THIS IS SHARON

THIS IS SHARON
My Student, My Mentor, My Soulmate.

January 14, 2010

California is My Home... Day 3 - 675 words


TUESDAY 9/29/09:  SHOW LOW (AZ) to PEORIA (AZ)

I hoped I'd sleep in, but when I looked at my phone, and it told me it was 4:45am, I decided I'd get up and try to latch onto the free internet connection.  I tried for about 30 minutes, and gave up.  Instead, I worked on downloading pictures from my camera and transferring my journal notes onto my laptop.  It was only a leisurely four-hour ride to Eron and Ann's house, and Eron wasn't gonna be home until after 1pm, so I waited 'til 8:45 to call her and sing "Happy (18th) Birthday" to her, and then hit the road.  The morning chill was leaving by then, and it was obvious to me that it was gonna be a very beautiful day's ride.

Ann had offered me 'free reign' on her refrigerator, so I decided to save my money, and wait to eat when I got there, instead of stopping in Payson as I had thought I would.  Eager and Payson where both still in the mountains, but not quite as high in elevation as Show Low, so it was starting to get hot.

From Payson the road went down into the valley fast.  It was only around 10am, but the temperature had already risen from a pleasant 75 degrees to well over 90, and I was preparing myself… the forecast for the Phoenix basin was for a high of 105.

I hit the outskirts of Scottsdale about 15 miles from town center.  The traffic was stop-and-go from there on.  I'm not sure how or why they were able to come up with their slogan… "The World's Most Livable City."  Yuck.  I sure don't think of that kind of heat and traffic as livable.

When I was about five miles from Ann's house, I finally remembered to look at my odometer.  I calc'd that I might be able to make it without getting gas, but I decided not to risk it.  After all… 'we weren't in Texas anymore Toto', and I had no reason to think I'd have the incredible good fortune I'd experienced there, if I were to run out of gas here in Arizona.

After filling Honey's tank, I realized we woulda been fine on gas… It calc'd out at just over 45 mpg, coming down into the desert from the higher elevation.  I found the key where Ann told me she'd hidden it, and was unpacked and lying on the couch, when Eron came in.  She'd decided she wanted to have a barbeque at 'the lake', instead of floating down 'the river', and said she needed to pick up some supplies and a couple of her friends.  I asked her if I could take a nap while she ran around, and she very graciously agreed.  I felt a little guilty, but I knew I'd be sluggish and not much fun if I didn't rest for a while.

She got back about two hours later, and by 4pm we were at Lake Pleasant having a very… pleasant time (sorry, I couldn't resist the obvious).  Besides her boyfriend Sid, she'd brought along Alec, and we met Nick and DJ there.  The six of us waded in the cool water, and feasted on hamburgers and chips for a couple hours.  The others went their own way, and Sid, Eron, and I went back to Ann's house for cake and ice cream, and then I was a 'good dad' and let her beat me in a game of cribbage.

Around 9pm I was fading, so Eron and Sid took off to hook up with more of their buddies, and I spent a little over an hour with Ann.  Fortunately she was in one of her good moods, so the time was… (I can't resist)… pleasant.  I always appreciate being around Ann when she's in a good mood.  It helps to make up for all the other times.

I did some 'honey dos' and then was fast asleep by 10:30pm.


California is My Home... Day 2- 1.3k words






MONDAY 9/28/09:  VAN HORN (TX) to SHOW LOW (AZ):

After waking up once at 2:30am, and then again at 3:30, I decided to get started an hour earlier than planned, and got myself out of bed at 4:30.

After filling up Honey's tank across the street from the motel, I parked her next to one of the signs of the GSMM I was at.  'Loves' has a heart as their logo, and I thought it was appropriate to get a picture, since it's the norm for me, to be in a loving mood in the morning (and in the afternoon, and in the evening).  Unfortunately the picture didn't turn out, but I took another similar one, later on my adventure, here it is now.


About two hours down the road, I stopped at a rest stop and found a text message from Gaeir.  Her message said, "As you are riding today, look for examples of God's love."  I called her and told her how she was reading my mind that morning, and explained about the picture (that didn't turn out) of God's sunrise colors of love, with yellow, gold, orange, pink, magenta, and purple, and then I went on and on about how grateful I was (and still am) to have her in my life.  Thank ya 'G-sus'.

                                  Then I sent her this pic of me waving good morning to her:


My next stop was at a rest stop, and a young teenage kid and his mom were selling homemade tamales, so I bought two of them for $1 each.  The one with red sauce and pork was good, but the one with green sauce and chicken was outstanding… lots of spicy bite to it.  The coffee I had earlier had gotten my motor running, but the chili verde tamale gave me a nice little jump to keep me goin'.

I made a quick stop in El Paso for gas.  It was only 9am, and since I was in… I Still Love… Texas, I'd have to wait until I got into New Mexico for my morning beer.   At 10:45am, I stopped in Hatch, NM, for my (very late for me) first beer of the day.  I don't really drink as much as it may sound, especially when I'm riding, but for some reason it's nice on these trips to 'break the mold' a bit.

When I got back on Honey, it was already 81 degrees, but I decided to keep my leather jacket on because (1) I was sunburned from the day before, and (2) We were getting ready to go up in elevation, and I knew it was gonna cool down a bit.  Fortunately my jacket has 'vents' in it that can be zipped open to allow the wind to blow through.

It was just after noon when I pulled Honey up to the edge of the scenic overlook at Emory Pass.  The elevation was 8,228 feet, and while I had been moving, the air had felt nice and cool.  As I got off and took off my helmet, I noticed that without the wind chill, the air was quite warm, probably close to 90.

                   From Emory Pass, looking east towards White Sands and Alamogordo, NM


It always amazes me how my body acclimates itself on my road trips.  On one of my rides to Seattle, I'd noticed how quickly I became comfortable in the cold climate.  Now, as I ride in the desert… my body adjusts and I don't notice the heat that much.

I stopped for a burger in Silver City about 1:15pm.  This is something I normally don't do… eat during the day, and I had done it twice so far today.  Gaeir had been complaining before I left that she'd gained six pounds since I moved in with her.  I didn't tell her at that time, that I'd gained almost 15 pounds.  Things were gonna hafta change when I got back.  She's been after me to join her on her diet, but somehow, I just cannot see myself eating berries and cottage cheese for lunch,     every single day, for the rest of my life.  Plus…  her diet doesn't include nearly as much protein as mine does.  My mom used to say that I was like my father… a 'meat and potatoes' kind of guy.

The road over the pass was beautiful.  It was the first 'little black squiggly lined road' I'd been on so far this trip.  There was still about 100 miles left of it, and I wondered how many more animals I'd see.  In the previous 15-mile stretch, I'd seen squirrels, rabbits, deer, and a wild turkey, which didn't bother to speed up it's pace, even after I honked my horn at it.  It looked pretty old and scraggly, and I chuckled to myself when I thought that it acted as if it wouldn't have minded if I'd run it over.  I wondered if humans were the only members of God's creatures who think about suicide when things get tough, or they experience severe and incessant pain.

When I stopped at the 386 mile point of the day's ride in Glenwood, I thought to myself how much this portion of the ride reminded me of the road coming south from Taos that I'd been on, just a couple months previously.  Every turn brought new vistas of magnificence.  The beauty of this area can best be described as a 'postcard for New Mexico'.  I'm really sorry I didn't stop and take a few pictures, but… you can always buy a postcard.

From Glenwood, I went back up in elevation to 8,024 feet and an incredible area called 'Alpine' (Arizona).  I'd heard of the beauty of eastern Arizona, but I had no idea it was this nice.  The feeling that Gaeir and I had that morning, of 'appreciating God's love' was renewed.  This is one of the reasons I'm out here.  To experience and appreciate all the different things God gives us, as signs of his love for us.  Physical beauty has always attracted me… a beautiful woman or a beautiful mountain or waterfall.  How else can you explain these things, other than as 'God's gifts?'

From Alpine, I took a short detour to visit Sunrise Park Ski Lodge.  I knew it would be closed, but sometimes I find 'ski-bunnies' at these 'resorts' during the summer.  Usually they're hard-core skiers who work at them, and I've had some fun times socializing with them in the past.  I just love their young vibrant energy, and smiles that clearly come from within.  Here's a pic from one of my trips to show you what I'm talkin' about.  Mountains and girls… it just doesn't get any better than this.

                       Girls and a mountain (Mt. Hood, in northern Oregon last summer)

As I got close to Show Low, the town I was gonna spend the night in, I was amazed at the expansive development.  It must've been 20 miles from the outskirts to the central part of this sprawling tourist town.  Skiers and hunters… an interesting mix of personas… liberals and conservatives; hippies in tie-dye; and mountain men in fatigues and pelt hats.  I hope I can come back and spend a few days here someday.  That's one of the reasons I love living in Santa Cruz.  It's very diverse.

By the time I'd found my motel, I'd covered almost a hundred miles more than my estimate when I'd left that morning, and I was pooped.  I'd started the day's ride at 7am, and it was almost 6pm.  I'd crossed two time zones, so I'd been on the road for 13 hours.  A pretty long day for an old man.  A tired but very happy old man.

                                      547 miles for the day, and 1,058 for the trip.


California is My Home... Day 1- 1.1k words



Back on Honey! - SUNDAY 9/27/09:  KILLEEN (TX) to VAN HORN (TX)

I slept in 'til 6:30am, although really it was 4:30am for me (PST).  Taumie had very graciously let me share her bed with her, as her husband Gerry was off on a 'church mission' in Big Bend, in the southern part of the State.  For those of you who haven't read "Please Allow Me To Introduce My Selves" yet… so you understand… Gerry's 'church' is the rugged wilderness.  Just him and his Jeep.  A boy and his toy.

Gerry was taking some private time, as part of his mental preparation for his next deployment to Korea… hopefully his last before his upcoming retirement.

After two cups of coffee with Taumie & Kristie, I pulled the tarp I'd covered Honey with, off her and sighed heavily with disgust at myself for the condition I'd left her in.  When I'd decided to fly back to California, and move in for my trial run with Gaier, I'd left in such a hurry that I didn't bother to clean Honey after her 2,400-mile trip out there.  She was a mess and my heart ached for her.  When I pushed her starter button she creaked and squeaked with the metal on metal sound of two months of not being started.

She reminded me of me, when I get up in the morning.  Creek… groan… ache… pop… snap… twinge…  It took about 10 full seconds of grinding away, before she finally made a sputter.  Then quickly another gasping grasp at ignition, and then about 15 or 20 seconds of a faltering rough idle before she obediently settled into her beautiful soft purring.  Never has there been a more faithful filly.  This is one lucky ol' California cowboy.

I walked her out front, gave her a quick sponge bath, and got her packed for our trip.  It would be time better used to get on the road, rather than spend the three hours it would take to thoroughly clean her… just so she could get dirty again.  Poor Honey.

I spent over an hour with Taumie and Kristie on the back patio, so I didn't hit the road until 9am.  No worries, I was taking I-10 for most of the trip today, so I knew I'd make it to Van Horn in time to watch the Cardinal-Colt football game.

My first stop was about 30 miles down the trail at Lampasas.  I was very pleased to see Chelsie working behind the counter at the local GSMM (gas station mini mart for you 'new' readers out there).  She remembered me!  I'd spent about 45 minutes with her and one of her co-worker/ friends almost exactly a year ago… helping her celebrate her birthday.

She showed me pictures of her daughter (she was pregnant when I'd met her), and she made me gooey inside when she said, "Joella and I talk about you all the time."  She also remembered the alien I had on Honey, and even (almost) remembered her name.  She called her "Abby."  Pretty close… "Allyson" is the name she used when she introduced herself to me, when we'd met in Roswell the year before.



I put a six pack of Bud on the counter, but had forgotten about the silly law that Texas had recently come up with, which doesn't allow the sale of alcohol before noon on Sundays, so I bought water instead and went outside to make journal notes.

That's when M.A. Wiley, the 'old man from Lampasas', waved me over to his truck.  He introduced himself, apologized for 'being nosey', and asked me which direction I was headed.  I told him, and he said I'd be in (the town of) Junction in about two and a half hours, and could buy beer there, but that he'd be happy to give me a couple to get me there (I Love California, but I Still Love Texas).

I told him on almost any other day, I'd jump at the offer, but after being reminded   of the law, I'd decided I was gonna 'be a good boy' and wait 'til noon.  Sure 'nuff, Junction arrived at 12:15pm, and the beer tasted great.

My love affair with the State continued to grow as I passed several signs on the freeway that simply said, "Drive Friendly."  I'd noticed this before, and this trip was the same… people really do drive more casually and respectfully in this State.  I'm not sure why… maybe 'cuz it's so fucking big, and it feels like there's more room in it, for everyone to get from point A to point B, without it feeling so much like a race, like it does in California.


After I made two quick stops in the towns of Sonora and Ozona, I came to the 'My Eyes are Burning' part of the day's ride.  The first time it happened, I was able to keep Honey on the road, but the second time, I had to pull over.  Fortunately there was an off-ramp available.  It was all I could do to get her parked on the side of the road.  I scrambled off my faithful mare, and blindly opened my saddlebag for my water bottle to rinse my eyes out.  It was most likely pollen, 'cuz I hadn't seen or felt any dust.  In any case, it was one of the most painful (and dangerous) episodes I'd experienced while riding in a long time.  In all the adventure trips I've done so far, there was only one other incident where I was even close to any real danger, and I do not take that fact lightly.  I'm knocking on wood as I write these words.

After I extinguished the burning fire in my eyes, and was back on the road… I experienced the only 'unfriendly drivers' I've ever had the misfortune to run into in Texas.  I coined them 'The Beemer Ass-holes.'  Two guys on BMW bikes who slowly passed me on the freeway and didn't look over at me, or even wave.  That was literally the only evidence of 'non-friendly' driving I've ever had in all the driving I've done in Texas.  Then, as they were pulling away, I saw the reason… both bikes had California plates on them.

Fort Stockton was just down the road for my last gas stop of the day, and then I was back in the saddle for my last leg to Van Horn.  I got Honey unpacked, myself showered and fed, and stretched out on the bed, just in time to see the opening kick off @ 7pm.  I woke up at 10:15, just in time to see the Cards loose, and was asleep for good at 10:30.   Day one:  511 miles.


Calif. is My Home (but I Still Love Texas):Preface- 1.5k words

 

                    CALIFORNIA

 

                          IS

 

                    MY HOME

 

 

 

                   (BUT I STILL LOVE TEXAS)

 

 

 

                                             PREFACE TO THIS STORY

This is another of my auto biographical, action adventure stories.  This one is based on bringing Honey (my motorcycle) back to Santa Cruz, California, from Austin, Texas.  Hopefully you've read my story entitled "Sometimes You Find Love In The Most Unexpected Places," it will explain in more detail why I had left her there, and why I went back to Austin, to bring her home.

 

 

 

                                                              WRITTEN BY:                                                                         

                                                                Ned Opdyke             

                                                   nedopdyke@gmail.com  

                                           opdykeconstruction.webs.com/                                            



                                             OTHER STORIES BY THIS AUTHOR

                                   The Gospel According To Ned - December1989

                        The Return of the Gospel According to Ned, Part II - March1990

                           The Yucatan Peninsula vs. Hurrican Wilma - October 2005

                          Please Allow Me To Introduce My Selves - November 2008

                               From Here To There And Back Again - June 2009

                                                  I Love Texas - May 2009

            Sometimes You Find the Love In The Most Unexpected Places - July 2009

                                            The Last Adventure… (of 2009)



SATURDAY 9/26/09:  SANTA CRUZ (CA) to KILLEEN (TX)

I slept in.  It was 6:30am, and I didn't know it then, but I would be grateful later.

I did a short workout at the gym, which basically amounted to a soak in the hot tub, a few minutes in the steam room, and a nice hot shower.  I didn't shave, I'd already warned Gaeir that I was gonna be nice and scruffy for her when I returned from my trip in a week.  She says she likes me clean-shaven… that I look younger.  Darn these gray hairs.

I was leaving for my brief, temporary home of Killeen, Texas, to retrieve my motorcycle Honey.  I'd spent the last two months without her, after leaving her and flying back to Santa Cruz, to give Gaeir and my relationship a trial run.  It had gone better than anyone could've possibly expected.  Even better than I could've dreamed, and I have a pretty good imagination.

In fact, I have been accused of having an overly active imagination, and sometimes spending too much time in my fantasy world, instead of our real one.  To these people I say, "poo-poo on you-you."  I spend plenty of time in our real world…  please don't condemn me for wanting to enjoy some time away once in awhile.

Besides, more often than not, my 'fantasies' are based on something going on in the real world that simply needs some embellishing, in order to make it 'taste' just a little better.  Don't worry though, this story is goanna be like all my previous ones… true blue through and through.  You can trust me on that.  Honest. You all know me well enough by now don'tchya?

When I got back to the house after my 'workout' and finished packing, I still had over an hour to kill, so I emailed G another package of pictures of myself, hoping    she would find one or two of them 'work safe' enough for her to print and post at her office, to prove to her coworkers that I really exist.

That's not really true… Jayme, her right-hand man, had met me already… she just wanted to have something at her desk to remind her how supremely lucky she is to have such a good lookin' boyfriend.  I wonder if her eyes are gonna roll back in her head when she reads this.

I had a small panic attack because she was running late, but she dropped me off at the San Jose airport right on schedule, which meant I had an hour to kill.  Just enough time to relax at the Shark Tank with a double Crown Royal on the rocks, and talk with her on the phone, trying to apologize for my really bad joke about her most previous relationship…

I had made a comment about the fact that she wanted to maintain a platonic relationship with this guy, even though it was very clear that the only kind of relationship he was interested in, was a sexual one.

I told her, "I guess beggars can't be choosers," and we parted at the airport with me feeling horrible for the comment, and her just feeling horrible.

I'd forgotten how fragile her self-esteem was.  My argument for my forgetfulness continues to be unchanged.  Gaeir is one of the most intelligent, beautiful, and enlightened beings on this planet, and I find it very difficult to understand how she could possibly have any doubts about herself in even the slightest way.

Of course in reality, I really don't know her all that well yet.  I suppose there's the possibility I'll find a skeleton or an abusive uncle in her closet.  I'd be surprised if I do though… she's been very forthcoming and obviously sincere in opening all her doors wide open for me, including her closet.

As I was boarding the plane, I remembered something she'd told me on the way to the airport.  I'd told her I generally wait until everyone else has gotten on the plane, so I'm not stuck in the sardine can any longer than necessary.  She told me that she likes to board as soon as possible and goes straight for the 'emergency exit row,' which has more legroom.  I'm so glad she told me about that.  I'm not sure why I'd never thought of it before.  I'm always gonna do that from now on.  Don't tell anyone about this ok?  Let's keep it our little secret, shall we?

I'll never understand how these things fly, and will always be amazed, but sure as I'm sittin' here… our big metal bird got us to Killeen right on schedule.


I called Taumie (my niece) to find out what kind of a car I should be looking for.  As I walked outside, lit my cigarette, and finished the conversation, I drooped my head… shook it sadly and slowly side to side… and let out a sigh.  She had forgotten me.

Her words:  "Derrick is leaving in my truck right now and should be there in less than an hour."  It was 7:05pm.  At 9:05pm, I walked over to the front of the line of taxis and asked the driver to take me to Killeen.  Derrick's cell phone 'died' so we didn't have any idea where he was, but I couldn't afford the time to continue waiting.  I wanted to be on the road by 8am the next day, and I knew it was gonna take a couple hours to prep Honey for the trip,  and it was gonna be well after midnight before I would get to sleep… if I got in the taxi and started towards Taumie's house now.

The unexpected $160 out of my very limited travel funds was gonna hurt, but my butt hurt even more, after sitting on the concrete bench outside the airport for as long as each of my flights had been to get to Austin.

As I was getting to Taumie's house, she called and said that Derrick was ok.  He'd taken the 'long cut' to get to the airport, and had been pulled over twice on the way, because Taumie's truck's license plate lights were not working.  Then… to top it off, instead of driving up to the arrivals sidewalk to get me, he'd somehow decided it would be better to park in the garage and walk into the terminal to look for me. Derrick is a nice kid, but he's not the brightest bulb in the box, by any means.

When we got to Taumie's house, I paid the cabdriver and went through the house and directly to the back patio where she and her friend Kristie were… doing what they do so well… smoking and talking.  I barely acknowledged them, and went straight to Honey.  I walked around her three times… stroking her, and telling her how much I loved her, and how sorry I was for leaving her unattended for so long.  Then I went back and sat down with Taumie and Kristie and joined them for about an hour and a half, smoking and talking… and drinking.  After the ordeal at the airport, I needed a beer… or six.

We played catch up on the two months that had passed since I'd left Honey in their backyard.  They were both sincerely happy for me, but said they were also sad that I was not going to be staying with them. Taumie can always touch my heart.  My eyes watered… she loves me… she really loves me.  In bed and asleep at 12:30am.

January 13, 2010

Sometimes You Find Love in the Most Unexpected Places- 5.2k words

   This story has no motorcycles in it.  Instead, it is an adventure of the heart.


                                 SOMETIMES


                             YOU FIND LOVE 

 

                               IN THE MOST

 

                       UNEXPECTED PLACES

 

                                                  Story by: 

                                               Ned Opdyke

                                       nedopdyke@gmail.com


Gaeir Dietrich

Thursday, 7/30/09

Last night was my first night as a member of the home of Gaeir.  She is a new friend I met about three weeks ago, and after spending only a few hours together, she offered to bring me into her fold.

She is a highly advanced spiritual being, with a calm ease and comfort about her, which is one of the many things I hope to learn from her.  Up until now, my life has followed a certain order of events, based on the choices I have made.  Now… I begin a new chapter in my life, which I hope will bring me to newer, higher, and a much more profound and realistic sense of happiness and contentment.

Today's activities primarily include moving my remaining belongings out of the home of one of my best buddies, who had been allowing me to rent a room from him.  I plan to move everything except some of my clothes and the printer for my computer into my mini storage unit, and then begin helping Gaeir organize her home, while she begins to help me organize my thoughts, as I turn and move in my new direction towards the same goals I've always had, but with a different awareness and methodology.

I feel more excited about my life than ever before, but there is also a deep feeling of anxiety about being a child again.  Learning new things has always been exciting for me, but this topic is one I've only daydreamed about, and the realization that I am about to truly begin exploring and nurturing my spiritual development, is somewhat unsettling for me.

Friday 7/31/09

Yesterday was a pretty good day.  I got almost all of my stuff outta my buddy's house, and found out why he's been so upset lately.  I thought it was (only) based on all the teasing I gave him on the LSBBB Website during his brief time with me on my ride to Killeen.  Turns out, it was mostly due to the fact that his dad is on his last few days of his transition from this world to the next.

Today's activities are going to be to determine where my office and my clothes dresser are going to be located in Gaeir's home.  I also need to make one more trip to my buddy's house, and I'd like to go listen to some live music this evening, if we have any energy left at the end of the day.

I'm feeling more and more confident as each day goes by, about my decision to attempt to trade in some of my bad habits for some good ones.  I've known for years that my lack of self-esteem is the major contributing factor in some of the bad choices I've made for my lifestyle, and I feel with Gaeir's help, guidance, and incredible knowledge of people's true inner essence… I will be much more successful in my goal to get my life in order, and learn how to feel good about myself.

Sunday 8/2/09

Friday's goal was accomplished without any problems.  Finding room in the house for my limited furniture so I could have my clothes in the house, and have someplace to sit and type, was easy.  Mostly because of G's sincere excitement and appreciation of having me in her life.  She has welcomed me with incredibly open arms.  I'm not sure I've ever met anyone with a more open heart.  Sometimes I feel like we're related.

I sure hope that doesn't get in the way of the very obvious sexual attraction that we have for each other.  It certainly shouldn't.  Like I've always said… "Incest is best".  Don't worry, that's just my strange sense of humor slipping out.

I got up on Saturday and put together a proposal for a small project here at the home front.  Gaeir's home is one of four condominiums, all attached into one building.  The driveway to the house is steep, and the retaining wall is failing.  I'm hoping I will be hired to repair the wall.  Now that my heart is being nourished, cash flow is now my biggest concern.

Most of the rest of the day was spent with two of G's friends, Ki (pronounced key) and his wife Valerian.  G took them under her angel wings just like me, several years ago when Ki was battling cancer.  They lived with her for a little over a year.  Valerian is a numerologist and did my reading for me.  It took just over two hours and I was totally exhausted when it was over.  Some of the things she said were:

1.  This is the fifth time I've been at this point in my life… a juncture where I must make a decision on which direction I am going to choose to go.  The other four times was important, but they were only leading me to this point, and this time, the decision is a biggie.

2.  She gave me an assignment, which is to write down five things in each of (3) categories:  (a) the best things that have ever happened to me, (b) the worst things, and (c) the most important things.  I am to really delve into each thing I choose, writing down not just the word of the situation that happened but more so the feeling I had about it and the effect it had on my life.  Then… I am to look for commonalities between the things.  G is gonna help me get started, and then help me interpret and understand the ways I have been making my decisions up until now, so I can more clearly see them, and be aware of making the correct decisions from this point forward.

3.  I am to remember not to place limitations on myself.

4.  I am to read two books.  One is called, "The Spiritual Laws of Life", and the other is, "5 Virtues".

5.  The 'Three Keys to Master my Life' are:  Patience, Divine Love, and Humility.  I told her that I felt like at least I had one of the three.  If you've read any of my previous stories, ya'all know how much love I have inside me.

6.  When I feel like I've finished something… like a specific train of thought, and I become impatient and want to move on to something else… I am to count to ten, and really make sure I've completed working on that topic, before I close that door and move on to something else.

That door will not be available to me again, so I am to remember to place the highest focus on my thoughts as I reach the end of that hallway, and turn to open the next door.  I am not to begin a new task, until I have completed my mission on that particular assignment.

7.  I am to try to make friends with the fear I feel, when I am practicing the art of self-love.  Not sexual self-love…  the true and simple love of loving me for being me.  That has always been a difficult thing for me to do, so I am to use that fear as a red flag to remind me that this is an important moment, and to pay close attention to that moment.

8.   I am not to hurry, while working on a thought topic, like I usually do.  Instead of running and trying to get to the end as quickly as possibly, then… waiting there until something else appears to me, to chase after… I am to keep my pace slow… being aware of what is around me, so that I can pick and choose other paths to follow, and not miss them because I'm in too much of a hurry to get where I think I'm going.

9.  I have a very valuable and unique ability to turn 'thought-idea-switches' on and off at will, and I should embrace and use that ability.  Interesting stuff, sounds like another story in the works…

Monday, 8/3/09

G and I woke up this morning and hugged, talked and laughed with, and at each other for almost an hour.  Well, ok… we did other things too, but we were still laughing while we did those other things.

We have agreed that neither one of us has ever been with anyone else who accepted us and appreciated us as much as we do each other.  I have always been honest and admitted that I am not the easiest person in the world to get along with.  It is no wonder I've had such a hard time finding someone who appreciates my uniqueness.

With G though… she seems so 'milk toast' to me, and I don't mean that in a bad way… I just don't see how she has never found someone who appreciates her.  Although… she did tell me yesterday that she and one of her scholar friends decided that they both had similar personalities, and started referring to themselves as dry, icky and boring.  G's work persona is very professional and outwardly cool, but for some reason it's really easy for me to see through that outer shell and see the silly, fun loving, young heart on the inside.  Or maybe I can see it so easily because I bring that part of her personality to the surface.  I'd like to think I do.

Who knows, and who cares.  The thing we are trying to maintain our focus on is how lucky we both feel to have found each other.  G speaks of divine timing.  It's pretty much just what it sounds like.  Nothing happens until it is supposed to happen.  The only reason she and I came together is because what needed to happen to each of us before we were ready to meet… happened.

I knew I was ready to meet someone like G when I sent her my first message to her OKCupid page.  Her profile was devoted 100% to her spirituality, and I would have never bothered to contact a person like that before.  I had always looked for 'instant gratification', and I'd decided to try something different for a change.

Similarly, G told me that I was the first person she contacted after she had made a conscious decision to start looking for a different kind of man.  Someone who would accept her for the way she was and not feel like she needed to be changed.  Divine timing, I love it.

Wednesday, 8/5/09

On Monday I went to G's gym and found that I couldn't add myself to her membership because hers was already attached to another person's (her friend Karen).  My 2nd choice, Gold's Gym didn't work out either, 'cuz their facility didn't have a hot tub, which is a requirement for me.  Getting going in the morning without a warm soak to start my day is difficult for me.  My poor used and abused joints are always a whining reminder of how old I am getting.

Being young at heart definitely helps, but the stiffness and soreness, especially the first few hours of every day, is not my preferred way to begin each day.  Waaah…    poor me.

After deciding on paying the full price at G's gym, I went to Watsonville to pay my mini storage rental, and to return some items my buddy had mistakenly given me, thinking they were mine.  It was at his office (paying my storage fee) that I found out from his office assistant that his father had made the transition to the next level.  As I was driving out of his parking lot, he called and we had a chance to share a moment of silence for his dad.

Dean had been suffering with advanced Alzheimer's as well as other severe health issues, and his passing was a blessing to everyone involved.  Death is always a difficult thing, but without it there wouldn't be life.  As I wrote in one of my poems years ago (Abraxis is Axis), without pain there wouldn't be joy… without light there wouldn't be dark… and without hate there wouldn't be love.  Sad but true.  Abraxis is defined as, "The inclusion of all", and is one of my favorite words.

My next two errands were also uncomfortable for me.  First I went to the County Building and reluctantly picked up the forms required to file a small claims lawsuit against someone whom I had rented a room from, who had decided not to return my security deposit, without any communication as to why.

Then, while still at the County Building, I retrieved the forms I needed to submit to the Court System, in order for me to declare bankruptcy.  This is definitely a time of change for me.  Thank goodness when I returned to G's home, I was able to get back into the spirit of love.

Tuesday I continued the rearrangement of my office.  I decided to make the assumption that I could hang a shelf and some artwork of mine, without prior approval from G.

When she came home, I asked her take a look at what I'd done, and she came out of the room with a smile and teary eyes.  She said, "I am so happy to have you in my life", and continued with, "I've never felt such a feeling of joy to have someone living with me… I finally feel like I have a home."

It continues to baffle me, as to the how and why she and I have come together.  Thank ya Jesus.  Or The Mahanta, as her religion puts it.  I'll tell you more about my education in the religion of Eckankar and the teachings of Higher Alignment later.

It was the end of the day and after unloading a truckload of my belongings into my new home, I gave my mini storage facility notice that I wouldn't need them anymore.  G had just asked me to plan on staying with her… FOREVER!!

Thursday, 8/6/09

As a token gesture of my answer, I bought her a few token trinkets of my love and devotion… some inexpensive jewelry… everything in silver… as per her request.

One of my other errands that day was at The Bayview Hotel to share my joy with Christina, the owner of the oldest Bed and Breakfast Hotel in Santa Cruz.  She was truly happy for me.  I knew she would be.  She and her family are like family to me.  They could be the topic for an entire story all by themselves.  Very unique people and I love them dearly.

I also stopped at a pet supply store to buy a leather dog collar and leash.  After all… if I'm gonna be G's wolf pet (as she likes to call me), I should try and look the part, right?  I’ll leave the details about that for a different plain brown paper bag story.

Am I happy?  Do you really have to ask?  My dreams are being answered.  Thank ya G-sus.  I will not be able to stop journaling information about my love for G, and hers for me, but I promise to make every attempt to leave out the juiciest of the details, out of respect for the young readers out there.

Friday, 8/7/09

I spent almost this entire day at home.  I finished going thru G's paperwork, getting it organized so she could go thru it, and take it to her tax accountant, and get caught up on her tax returns for the last 2 years.  She's expecting a sizable refund check.  One of my duties as her personal assistant is to get her paperwork organized.  She spends so much time working and doing favors for people, she gets behind on minor details like tax preparation.

I also met G's housekeeper Suzan, who as G warned me, is a force of nature.  It's interesting that the people who tend to rub me the wrong way are the people who have the same personality traits as me.  Outspoken, opinionated, and forceful.  I guess I see them as competition to the control freak aspect of my personality.  She certainly is focused and efficient individual however.

Sunday, 8/9/09

Yesterday was a great day.  G and I left home a little after 9am, and went to Del Rey Oaks (near Monterey) to meet with one of her friends and business associates.  Selwa is a very young woman in her 80's, who writes, lectures, and counsels on the subject of 'developing better relationships'.  G is taking notes from her, and is doing the editing for her new book.  Selwa reminds me of my mother and she told me (completely on her own) that I should consider her in that way.  Lovely lady.

Then we went to Carmel, to the home of her friends Phil & Melodie.  G met them thru Eckankar over 20 years ago, and has maintained a very close and loving relationship with them.  We spent 30 minutes or so at their home, and then went to a restaurant directly under the flight path of the Monterey airport.  The planes' final approaches took them not more than 200 feet over our heads, while we were having our late lunch in the outdoor patio area, on a beautiful summer day.

Now, a little about 'Higher Alignment'.   Phil is a 'sage primary' just like me.  As is also true for me, he has a very distinctively resonant tone to his voice; is not shy; and is very upbeat and happy.  It was nice to be with him, and be comfortable being me, during a situation when it was totally acceptable and in fact appreciated by others, to be outgoing and obnoxious.

I'll talk more about 'sages' and the other six personality types later.  'Higher Alignment' could actually be another story all by itself.  These stories of mine just seem to write themselves, don’t they? 

When we got home, we had just enough time to change clothes before we left again for a performance by the Cabrillo Orchestra at the Civic Auditorium.  G had negotiated tickets for their performance, as well as the closing night at San Juan Batista Mission a week from today, in trade for her donation of her harp, a magnificent piece of artwork, which stands a full 6' tall.  G was very proud to see it on stage being used in a way that she rarely has the opportunity to use it herself.

After the concert, we went home and snuggled.  Falling soundly and happily asleep around midnight.  Saturday was a great day.

Today (Sunday) we're getting cleaned up to go to Church.  G is leading a discussion group this morning, and I'm invited to the private gathering as her guest.  She's warned me a couple times not to feel overwhelmed by the discussion… that I'm gonna most likely feel like most of it is going over the top of my head.

I hope I'll be able to keep my mouth shut, and not embarrass her with my ignorant questions and comments.  For those of you who don't know me yet…  it has always been difficult for me to keep my mouth closed, especially when someone asks me to.

Tuesday, 8/11/09

Sunday after Church we lounged around the house.  We did a few chores, but mostly we just relaxed and talked.  The comfort level between G and me continues to increase at an exponential rate.  It truly is like we have known each other for years, not weeks.

By the way, she was right about my comprehension of the discussion she led.  It was very intense and very deep.  Yep… another story just begging to be written.

Monday I started working on the repair of the retaining wall at our driveway.  I was able to get one of the neighbor kids to do some of the digging, which was a really big help.  I had the rotten section of the old wall removed, and the new posts set in concrete after only 6 hours.

I guess I should talk a bit about the house G owns, and the neighbor kids.  Her condo is the 2nd unit from the street, in a building of 4 units.  Carlos owns unit #1, and Adrian owns #'s 3 & 4.  Both of these guys rent out their homes to college students.  Unit #1 has five male and one female roommate.  I'm not sure, but I'll guess that units 3 & 4 have at least six more guys and another four girls.  So far, they've all been very polite and relatively quiet… considering.  They ARE college kids after all.

So far, they've all been very friendly and respectful.  I'm in heaven being around young people.  I love their energy.  So cheery & bright and expectantly optimistic of all that each day has to bring.  The same way I try to start every one of my days.

Thursday, 8/13/09

Tuesday G & I went over the hill together.  Her truck was in the shop having some maintenance.  I had an errand to run in San Jose and G had a short day, so it all worked perfectly.  I met some of the people she works with, and after my errand, I spent some time working on another story called "I Love Texas", which is about my ride to Killeen, when I thought I was gonna be moving there for good.

In case you were wondering, my errand was to deliver the paperwork to the Courthouse to file my bankruptcy.  It's a very sad thing but I will be so relieved when it's finally over.  The meeting with my creditors is coming up soon, so I hope to have just enough time to comfortably ride Honey back from Taumie & Gerry's house in Killeen, before my small claims Court date with my ex-landlord on 10/5.  I sure hope these visits to the Courts will be my last for a while.  Until its time to purchase my next wedding license that is.

Before we drove back over the hill, we had a late lunch with one of G's friends.  This is the first one I've met who isn't a member of Eckankar.  G was pleased that I picked up on that myself, without her mentioning it to me.

Deb is nice enough, and clearly loves G very much, but she's not as relaxed and comfortable to be around as her other friends I've met.  She's much more… materialistic… for lack of a better word.

That pretty much brings you up to speed on my three dimensional activities.  G and I are continuing our slow and steady exploration of dimensions four, five, and six.

Saturday, 8/15/09

Yesterday was a lounge at home day.  When we did go out to run a few errands, but we had to cut our trip short because of the smoke from the fire near Bonny Doon.  Today is bad again… last I heard it was only 20% contained and had burned over 4,000 acres.  No threat to any residences at this time however.

Today I met a subcontractor at a job that I'm gonna be starting very soon.  It's a small project, but at this point anything is better than nothing.  Gaeir maintains her steadfast support, both emotionally and financially.  Bless her heart.  I am a very lucky man.  Just so you know though, she also maintains her steadfast assurances to me that I am providing her with very valuable support as well.  For instance… we're getting ready right now, to go downstairs so I can give her a full body massage.  I know, it's a tough job, but dog gone it… somebody's got to do it.

Tuesday, 8/18/09

It seems I'm getting back into my normal routine.  I went to bed before 9pm last night and woke up this morning around 5am.  That's eight solid hours.  It's amazing to both G and I, how quickly we have learned to sleep together.  Over and over, we seem to find ourselves feeling like we've been doing something together for years, instead of only a few weeks.

From our sleeping patterns… to our eating habits and favorite foods… the list of similar habits just keeps growing and growing.  About the only thing on the other list is how much we read.  I really must get more pro-active about learning to enjoy it more.  If I don't, the stack of books she has been giving me is going to topple over and crush me.

Thursday, 8/20/09

Yesterday was a very emotional day.  I spent some time with my ex-girlfriend.  We ran some errands, had some lunch, went for a beach walk, and sat on her couch and watched The Travel Channel.  We were together for about three hours and it was very nice, but it was also bittersweet.  She shed a few tears but fortunately for both of us, it was mostly a very healthy and healing time.  Neither of us is sure if we are gonna be able to create a new platonic relationship, but one thing we do know is… we both want to.

Now I'm getting mentally prepared for a cyber meeting (my first experience on 'skype') with Larry.  He's the originator and teacher of 'Higher Alignment', the 'profile modeling technique' I was talking about earlier, which allows a person to better understand themselves and those around them.  He has established that my personality levels are;  'sage-primary; artesian-secondary; and warrior-mental'.  There are a total of 7 'types' of personalities…   sage, scholar, artisan, priest, warrior, server, and king.  Each one of these energies manifests itself differently, depending on what level it's at.

Gaeir is bringing a lot of new ideas into my consciousness, and I LOVE it.  I'd felt intellectually starved for a long time, and had made the 'request to the universe' to meet someone who could satisfy that hunger, at the same time I'd asked to be able to meet someone to help me develop my spirituality.  Thank ya G-sus.

Sunday, 8/30/09

Last weekend, G and I attended a communications workshop given by Selwa.  I mentioned her earlier.  She teaches the 'Art of Tracking', a method of helping a person with a problem, to come up with the answer, without giving it to them.

I've been practicing these 'skills' and I'm truly amazed how well they work.  I feel so sincere about how valuable they are, I'm gonna list a few of them now:                                  

- don’t make anyone wrong… including yourself                                                                                   

- inconsistency is a severe form of punishment                                                                                      

- concentrate more on the feelings of the other person, not so much on their words              

- empower the other person, instead of asserting your power over them                             

- don't ask direct questions  (this is going to be the hardest habit for me to break)       

- more important than what someone says to us, is how we react to it                             

- listen and respond from the heart, not the mind or the gut;                                                       

- the mind = the parental self - it is unconscious and reactive;  it is your ego                           

- the gut = the child self - it is also unconscious and reactive;  it is your past wounds         

- the heart = the aware self - conscious and responsive;  it is reverent & confident            

- anger = adult crying                                                                                                                                  

- criticism = low self esteem                                                                                                                       

- do not make the other person's problem your own                                                                        

- validate the other person's problems without agreeing or disagreeing                                     

- put the question you have for the other person into a statement                                                      

- do not put the words "I" and "you" into the same sentence                                                         

- hear the other person's pain, not their blame                                                                               

- regardless of the facts, feelings are always true                                                                          

1st:  repeat back to them what you heard them say, using different words                

2nd:  understand why they made their statement.                                                              

3rd:  understand how they feel about it                                                                                  

4th:  understand what they want

- (an analogy to use to help) pretend you are holding a mirror, pointing it away from you, and directly towards the other person.  Don't use the word "I" when speaking to them.  Remember… this is all about them, not about you.

When responding follow these steps:                                                                                               

1 - acknowledge what they said (basically, repeat what they said to you)                              

2 - tell them what impact their statement has on you                                                                      

3 - state your desired result, and remember… and this is not easy…                                          

4 - do not use the words "I" and "you" in the same sentence.

Things that BLOCK effective communication:                                                                              

1 - giving advice, offering solutions or suggestions, probing or asking questions               

2 - using logic to argue, lecture, teach, making orders, directions, commands                              

3 - threatening, warning, admonishing, promising, interpreting, analyzing                      

4 -diagnosing, moralizing, preaching, judging, criticizing, blaming, disagreeing            

5 -praising, agreeing - ridiculing, name calling, labeling, shaming, sympathizing          

6 -supporting, reassuring, consoling, being sarcastic, joking, diverting, withdrawing

Times when you should use these techniques:                                                                              

1 - when the other person states a problem or an emotional issue                                                      

2 - when you hear or notice that they have expressed feelings                                                      

3 - when you can accept the other person's feelings and put aside your own feelings                      

4 - you have the time and believe you can help                                                                                  

5- you can trust them to find their own solutions

The benefits of 'tracking':                                                                                                                          

1 - it shows you care and have understood them                                                                                   

2 - it communicates your acceptance of the person                                                                                 

3 - it helps the person recognize and cope with their feelings                                                    

4 - it helps move towards problem solving                                                                                       

5 - it encourages communication and builds trust                                                                                   

6 - it fosters self-acceptance and encourages responsibility                                                        

7- it promotes warm relationships


- do not exaggerate the other person's statements                                                                         

- do not add insights or your own points of view                                                                         

- do not repeat yourself 

- do not drag behind the other person and do not jump ahead of them                                    

- do not focus on the object of their problem, 

instead…                                                                                          

- focus on the feelings the person has about that object 

Thanks for listening. 

Now, back to the conclusion of this story…

Thursday, 9/24/09

It's only two days away from my departure to fly back to Killeen and ride Honey back.  G and I are both starting to feel sad about being apart for the week I'll be gone.

If someone had told me that I'd be where I am now, two months ago when I was getting ready to settle into my new life in Texas… I would've told them they were crazy.  But like they say… 

 

                        SOMETIMES YOU FIND LOVE IN THE MOST UNEXPECTED PLACES