Interesting how things can turn from purple rain to black clouds so quickly. That CBD was selling so nippily and the BCS was finally making some money. Then a postcard arrived. At first it sounded as though the postcard was sent and directed to us. Then we learned that every shop who is licensed by the health department in the county received the same postcard. The card stated that CBD added to food or drinks is illegal to sell at this time. Ugh! Fortunately, things are moving swiftly through the proper channels and they think a bill to make it legal will pass before summer. For now we’re back to selling the very benign coffee, espresso, latte, etc. Hopefully that will all change eventually, as we had a bit of a corner on the Morro Bay market for a moment there. The city has been dinging us for our signage because they don’t want the place to “resemble Las Vegas” and all. We say it won’t remind us at all of Las Vegas until we put a chunky raisin-skinned ex-stripper out on the walk in a wheelchair with electrical tape on her pasty parts.
That black cloud followed us home, despite the sunny days. It turns out that there’s some sort of trifecta employed here. Or maybe it’s a kind of bad karma. Ivy’s father and friend Kari came to visit a week or two ago. Everyone had big plans. Though Ivy’s father is in his early seventies, he was still eager to explore any and all of the volcanic plug mountains from Morro to SLO as he could. Kari wanted to spend as much beach time in the area as she could. Ivy had her list of cool places to take them and show them too. Then they arrived and it was not as any of us had expected. The normally high-strung, eager-to-explore daddio was barely communicable and quite the Donny Downer. Kari explained that he was recovering from the flu, despite having a flu shot, and in the process she believed his thyroid became messed up. We looked up thyroid issues and many signs convinced us of the same. Ivy’s father was also quite aggravated, so when we’d suggest he go to a Redi-Care type of facility, he’d get upset and spew quite the potty mouth. No one was sure how far to push it, but for the time being, he just wanted to rest, so he went to one of the rooms in our Common House that can be checked out and slept. The next day was similar, with him being unmotivated to do much. Anyone who has ever known Ivy’s dad would say that Pete is not the ‘sit and rest’ kind of guy. Still not knowing how far to push the doctor visit, we tried calling on Moonstone Beach and were even willing to go on and do more, but after a short stay at the beach, he just wanted to go home. We all knew Larry’s surgery was coming up, so Kari told us they would leave that morning. Pete had agreed to see his doctor back in Tucson, so off they drove as we drove off to the surgery office to have Larry’s second hernia repaired. Of the trifecta, this was the highlight because it was easy, he had been through it before so knew what to expect, and it was a really quick in, then out.
The third event for males related to Ivy was the scariest of all. It was Calvin’s turn. He was complaining of gas pains one evening, so we waited for them to subside. With the help of some over-the-counter medication, he said he felt better. The next morning, he complained of some pain near his groin area. We looked for swelling and asked him to let us know how he felt later. Larry’s planned surgery was on Monday, and we headed for Calvin’s very-unplanned-super-surprising-never-want-to-scare-a-mother-ever-again surgery on Wednesday. They thought he might have to stay overnight, but thankfully he was released so Ivy could care for two invalids in the same space and time. But of all the things a teacher may find part of her job over the years, Ivy learned early on that nursing is not her strong suit. Stitches + goop + groins = gnarly!
In the midst of this trifecta, Larry was offered and took a job at San Luis Powerhouse. He had been working at Paso Robles Chevrolet as a Service Writer, but the job was not a best fit (he’s a fixer, not a salesperson). Upon confirmation of his hernia surgery, he told the dealership he was moving on. When he’s healed, he’ll drive from Paso to SLO each day (about a 35-minute drive, but gas is really expensive out here, so moving closer to there and the BCS makes sense, plus SLO and Morro do not have such giant swings in temperatures as Paso, which Ivy would love).
So we’ve been looking to move to San Luis Obispo or Morro Bay. It’s been more of a challenge than anyone can imagine…seriously! There is a major housing shortage in these parts. The best places are AirBNBs. We eluded to this last year when settling in Paso, but we guess we didn’t realize it was all of this area and not just Paso Robles. In fact, Paso isn’t as highly acclaimed as Morro or SLO, despite the vineyard appeal. It is not uncommon for there to be multiple offers and applicants for homes for rent and we have found nothing under $2200 per month. And as you may have guessed by now, those $2200 places are tiny, less than 3 bedrooms, or just downright revolting. The first place we looked at was $3000 and a really short walk to the beach. Inside the microscopic place was the obvious stench of mold and/or mildew, so that was an easy no…despite the short walk to the beach. We feel like we’re in a marathon competition with other renters. We see them at the places we like and we know we need to move fast before they snatch it up. And, the places we like are rare at $2200, if not impossible to find. This is about the time we need a decrepit, rich uncle with no kids of his own. He doesn’t need to leave us money; just a fully-paid-for beach house around here. That’ll do.
In the meantime, we are excited to have Ivy’s mom and Vic arrive. They’re bringing Larry’s giant toolbox (thank you!) from where it has been stored in Michigan at Greg’s extra garage (thank you!). Then Larry will be able to do the work he loves…figuring out those puzzles of the computer-electric kind…using the tools he loves…he will probably kiss them a whole bunch and maybe even spend the night with them when they first arrive.
For now, we continue to enjoy our lovely setup in this community. We live amidst some amazing people who strive to create a welcoming world for all who live here. We really wish we could transport these 15 acres, inclusive of everything/everyone, to wherever we end up next. Ivy was talking divorce for a while there. No, not divorce from Larry, you silly! Divorce from all we’ve come to love and realizing she can’t have the best of both worlds (beach + awesome community living all in walking distance). It will be kind of like a divorce, as we make a decision to lose our tight-knit makeshift, progressive, extended family or our proximity to the beach and work. But after several weeks of looking, it seems as though the decision will be made for us. Stay in the intensely dry heat amidst grapevines and a swimming pool instead of moving to the coast with the most…until that rich uncle surfaces.
Morro Bay seems to have a lot of fun activities. Last weekend was the Kite Festival. Ironically, the windy beach wasn’t very windy last weekend, so not many kites were a-flyin’. This weekend was the Car Show and this place was just blowing up with classic cars. Larry was drooling all over. It was a little obnoxious. The whole refurbishing of autos out here must be so much easier than in Michigan. There’s no rust, no worn out chassis, nothing that can’t be easily restored. What will next weekend bring? Oh yeah, a play that some of Ivy’s former students are in…Annie Jr. The next big star, Tom Cruise or Jennifer Aniston, coming from lil’ ol’ Annie Jr., we’re certain.
So, from sunny Paso Robles for at least another year, we wish you adieu for now.