27 October 2010

Odd Reflections: Seattle

Sitting here in a room by the UW just getting situated ... the manager of the place I am staying tonight turned on the TV when she helped me into the room.

Now, I haven't really had tv for several years... granted, I have watched a bit in bars or at friends' houses... but.. I digress. 

Oh to my point: WHEN DID STEVE RAIBLE GET OLD???!!! Weird. I reemmber him playing football for Seattle.. Now he is an OLD newsman for KIRO 7... Lol...

Okay... I am stepping away from the computer. I have plenty to write and post later tonight. I want to get my bearings and grab something to eat... THEN I will write... a LOT!!!

17 October 2010

Random Reflection before my Birthday

Wow, it's only 2 days until my birthday, and I feel like such a kid! I will be 44! If life begins at 40, that would mean that I am only about 4! Yay! Fun time!

I always loved school. Preschool when I was 4. Middle school at 14, college for the second time at 24, working for the state at 34, school of life at 44!!!

Did I ever think this is where I would be right now? No. Not a chance.

At this moment, I am sitting my my boyfriend's son's (the son he found in June due to Facebook) couch with my laptop in front of me contemplating the trip I am taking tonight on a GORGEOUS train route to Los Angeles to spend my birthday with a friend I have not seen in 30 years, but who helped me through the last 7 months to a very large degree!

I am in the process of attempting to write a book proposal selling my "Pot Farm Friend Travels" as well as my life story. Something I never would have thought I would have the gall or courage to do.

All in all, I miss my boyfriend so much I cried my contacts out last night. But if he does love me, I know we will be together again. I just don't know in what part of the country, or world, that will be in!

Evaluating The Needs of the Pull

So, what I can see ahead of me for the near future is possibly a quick trip to Texas, to evaluate the situation down there, and see if it is viable. If so, possibly a trip back to WA to wrap up things there, then an extended trip to TX with a short trip to CA in November, and a trip to UT in December.

Then, on to FL and other point in January?

Well, that's is what I am feeling at this moment... who knows, it can and probably will, change significantly! Lol!

16 October 2010

Feeling a Pull

Today I felt a VERY strong pull to Texas. Corpus Cristy  (sp?!) to be exact... We will see. Lets just say I feel I will be there sooner than later.

Going with the Flow

So, yesterday I had the feeling that I should be looking to leave town today. That wasn't going to happen.

However, if I hadn't begun looking for fares and information today, I wouldn't have been able to make a plan for tomorrow evening.

So, the plan at this oing is to leave Chico, California on Sunday night by train. I should get into Van Nyes, California; suberb of LA, in the evening on Monday. The day before I turn 44.

I need to make some plans to meet up with someone where I can just dump my bags while I tour the area for a bit. However, I need to spend one of the weekdays, or more than one, visiting the library, and Salvation Army museum (genealogy) to search archived records. Also need to find the county seat. Many Brees in the area back in time....

On the Road Again

Woke up this morning, feeling rested and restless. Today and the next few will be very difficult.

My meds supply is getting low, and my pain level was 7.8 when I awoke. This is the part of the journey I was dreading, truth be told. Oh well, it is also a part I fully expected. I never expected to make any connections down here until I got my medical here. So, money I don't have for something I wouldn't budget any money for now anyway.

So, time to get on with getting on.... Now I get to see how strong I really am.

15 October 2010

Gramma Maggie 420

Since this journey has begun, it is time to create a space for just the journey.

This is it.

There are three seperate blogs that I will  be keeping. This is the one in which I will be documenting my journey to me, via the world.

This is a bit about who I am and what I am doing:

That is the question I am attempting to answer for myself during a journey around the country and world.
During this journey, I am hoping to visit anyone who is open to it. This can include my relatives, both those I know well and those whom I have yet to meet.
It also will include my “Pot Farm” friends from facebook.
I am also looking forward to visiting many of my friends who have moved to distant locals.

I know this much about myself:
I have the sense of humor of a 14 year old boy, and no “filter” between my brain and my mouth.
I am the mother of 3 children. I became a mom at the age of 17 after being told at age 15 that I wouldn’t be able to have children. I was married for 21 years to the father of my daughter, who is now 20. My sons are 26 and 24.
I am the grandma of 3 (identical twin girls who are 2 & a grandson who was born 10 days before my 40th birthday who is now 4).
I am a biker. I grabbed a hold of the throttle after riding bitch for over 30 years with anyone who would let me. I won’t bitch again if I have the opportunity to ride. However, if that isn’t an option, I would always rather bitch, than cage.
I am  a writer and a survivor.
I am retired disabled with a “hidden” disability.
I am also a medical cannabis advocate. My only source of pain control at this time is cannabis. Just for reference, my pain level upon waking ranges from about a 5.8 (on GREAT days) to 8.5 on bad days. It averages 7.4 daily.

My disability: I experience chronic nerve pain in my pubic area, chronic pelvic pain &  a bladder condition called “interstitial cystitis”. I was prescribed Fentanyl (100x stronger than morphine) for over 7 years. I was informed by my physicians that I would never be able to completely cease using that particular pain medication or one similar.
Then, on my own,  I stopped it cold turkey in August of 2009.

In December of 2009, I was confronted by my own body failing me.. I began to loose my upper left peripheral vision. Then, it worsened in Spring of 2010, when my doctors informed me that I couldn’t have the tests that were my only hope of discovering the root of this illness taking my vision and the sensation on my left side, due to the implant that I have to control the interstitial cystitis. 

When I learned that I was loosing my vision, I decided that I needed to see more than just Washington State, where I have spent most of my life, save for living 9 months in Las Vegas in 1992. I have never visited most of the states in my own country. I have visited very little of Canada (a few day visits to Vancouver and Victoria, BC) and I have been in Mexico once as a teen for a few hours.

Last spring, after 21 years of marriage, I left my husband with only the clothes on my back.
Both God as well as the universe, have been attempting to make me aware that material things shouldn’t matter to me.
In 2005, the house I raised my children in was foreclosed upon while I was awaiting Social Security’s decision on my disability. 
Shortly thereafter, my husband failed to make the payment on our storage unit, and we lost all of our material memories save for a few photos we had been able to keep with us.

When I left my husband, he decided that I only deserved the possessions that he chose.

He even took possession of the pet house rabbit that I had purchased while I was separated from him in 2005.
A few weeks after I left, my ex had the Harley Low Rider that I had paid the majority of, and been the only person to ride for many months, repossessed.

He has the car, the house, the pet, the remaining bike, and all the items that he decided that he didn’t want.

I now have nothing to tie me down. Homeless by choice.
My children are grown, my grandchildren have excellent parents and are in great hands.

All I do is feel pain in my hometown. I have pretty much never seen anything except my home state save for a few short trips to neighboring areas.

Before I loose my vision; I want to see everything I can. I want to learn about other people in other areas, I want to see this beautiful world. I want to hear music from all around the world, beginning with different regions of the US.

I am doing this on the smallest of budgets. As I said, I have nothing. I do have a warm sleeping bag, some clothing and personal objects I require to live, and continue to document this journey around the world, as well as the journey into myself.

If I was to be honest about what this is, it is a journey to me, through exploring the world around me. 
Perhaps “Herriot the Spy” grows up and looks at the world around here, not just the people. I will be writing my life story, as well as a book about the people that I meet through the game “Pot Farm” on FaceBook.

I will be logging my travels as I visit my “Pot Farm” friends around the country, then hopefully around the world.

I welcome any and all feedback. Even though I may go through days and perhaps weeks, without posting much; please be patient, I may not have internet access or limited access for extended periods of time. I will continue to write even if it may have to be transcribed when I am able to return.

I am very much a hippie and I am trusting God and my inner intuition to guide me. I am only following my “gut instincts” to lead me where I need to go.

The current tentative plans are as such:

  • My birthday (October 19th), will be spent in the LA, California area with friends I most literally haven’t seen in 30 years. I hope also to meet and visit any “Pot Farm” friends in the southern Cali area during that time frame.
  • After I leave the LA area, I am being pulled towards the Bay area, as much of my family history is based in that are.
  •             Possibly after the Bay area: Eastern Oregon, Spokane, WA…. Then?????
  • On Christmas:  I will be in Utah with my wonderful friend who I refer to as my wife.
  • January: I hope to be in Florida visiting friends who have relocated to that area, as well as new friends I have acquired through “Pot Farm.”

ALL of these plans are completely fluid, tentative and conditional upon only my gut feelings.
At any point, I may be forced to return in order to assist my family.

For now, I am following God, my heart, my instincts… or just my crazy brain.