like a Goonies treasure map

Summer came to an official end exactly a week after we rolled back into San Diego from the eight-day adventure. We left in summer, and returned in summer. Now it’s fall.

Things change. They stay the same. They change. I have begun looking for work again. I had a Zoom interview early yesterday afternoon. It’s mostly a money thing, the lack of. True mixed feelings about giving up this one day on, six days off work schedule. I’m not sure if it feels necessary to look for, and plan for, work again. It might be something else. Pretty much it feels okay.

It was a late Monday afternoon when Ann stayed up in the room and I walked out on the Cayucos pier, and then far down the beach and back, where the thought to find work to make some money tapped me on the shoulder and asked to tag along for a while. I said yes, and so it has.

The interview yesterday – for a 25-hour a week position, which would be more hours worked a week since my “real” retirement in May of 2011 – felt like an adventure. That’s the way I experienced it, which is pretty cool, because maybe I experienced enough awe and gratitude, wonder and reverence on our up-and-down the coast books and piers trip that I’ve been changed. Actually changed. In a way where the most normal of situations and events, tasks, chores, and choices is now experienced as adventure.

I think I think my mind feels bigger around and about possibilities. Like, I have 19 boxes of books which mean a lot to me, which I find myself yearning for, in a garage in Idaho. Shipping them down to here, finding storage, that’s sure a good reason to try to earn some money. Putting a bunch (of earnings) away for another run up the coast, too. Yeah, that’s a good reason.

Do you think they’re still hiring oldies, but goodies?