19 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: — Matthew 6:19-21
Having procured an apartment in Chico — where there are no apartments to be had — has eliminated the first substantial step towards putting my life back on track after losing everything in the destruction of Paradise. But forging a new life from scratch is not a turnkey operation, It is hard and unremitting. My to-do lists have to-do lists and every move made is but a very small step towards a habitable home.
Presently, thanks to the overwhelming generosity of my readers, I am making visible progress towards a habitable home. The small bathroom is finished but the bathroom is always the first room to be finished. The bed has been delivered as has been a large nine-drawer dresser that is, not counting me, the oldest thing in my new apartment.
When trying to forge a new life you look up from a thousand chores and realize that everything in your brand new apartment is also brand new. Everything I own is the same age. Everything has yet to be used. My cutting board has no knife marks on it. My glasses and the plates are all unpacked from that thin old Chinese cardboard and yellowed brittle tape. They sport no fingerprints or chips or scratches. The mid-century modern drawer liners paper is too short and will have to be returned.
I am dogged in my efforts to be able to live in the apartment as soon as possible. My mother and I have had a fascinating time being “roommates” but all good things must pass. It’s time to become “neighbors” with my own apartment about 50 yards from hers.
In both cases, I am conscious that, compared with many whose lives were destroyed and changed, changed utterly, my own situation is as good as one could hope for.
For this, I can thank my mother, whose love has never failed me nor any of her other children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I can also thank my readers who have given me my life back with donations and things from the wishlist and things I didn’t need to have until I needed them.
Right now it is all I can do to keep up with the process and the various elements of recovering and redoing your life after a natural disaster. My personal thanks have to go out to over 900 different true friends. This will take time and many will not, being anonymous, be thanked personally. But I shall, after I am ensconced in my submarine like digs.
It is said that life is a series of lessons; each one of which will be repeated until you learn it. At which point you will be given a new lesson. If that’s true I think that this has sure been a lesson to me about the value of earthly possessions.