The Wanderings of Kit (Do you wander or just wonder?)
With my words, I hope to throw some oblique light upon your soul.
By writing this blog I want to inspire you and show you that–
YES—YOU CAN > >
- Change your life at any time to make it more magnificent!
- Live with little money and still have an excellent life.
- Be able to live life getting very little sleep.
- Live ANYWHERE in the world and still make your life a fantastic event!
- See experiences that will add to and make your life better.
- I want to inspire you as to the wonders of the earth.
- Perhaps this is my new “gig”, traveling the world doing the same?
- And, I’m not just, “Kitting Around”.
Design the life YOU want to live, NOW, then live that life.
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***The freedom I am experiencing in my travels is a marvelous thing.
***Going where I want, when I want and seeing wonderful places and people.
***I will have places to show you and tales to tell.
***I will have secrets to unfold and good news!
I’m glad to take you on my journeys with me!
Last week I was feeling quite down, as you might been able to tell from reading my words. This week I am feeling much better, thanks to those of you who contacted me with concerns. I know it is up to me to make and see the happiness for myself.
Chris and Dena Myers, you are the best of friends. Thanks for the only Christmas gift I received, a money gift through PayPal, that made my Christmas great. And, when you wrote that my weekly blog was my gift to you, that pleases me, much.
Chris and Dena, I loved when I had a booth at your food show, https://gourmetshows.com/. I loved being there and sold much of my salsa, summerssalsa.com. I am so impressed with such a classy company you put together and the classy life that you lead.
Words to inspire you!
Don’t live each year the same for 82 times in a row and call it a life, there is more to you than that. Learn to deal with change, it will add much to your life, excel on being able to change with the changes. The main thing is, in everything you do, do your very best.
When I was a professional juggler, my aim was for excellence, to be the very best I could be. Same with writing my books, my salsa business (summerssalsa.com) and my recovery from my accidents.
Aim toward excellence, be “The Best”. Put your full attention on what you are doing in each moment of your life and drive yourself toward doing your very best.
MY DAILY JOTTINGS >>
12/21—Yesterday I made another batch of my tasty salsa, right in my van; turned out as good as usual. As I wrote before, let me know and I will send you the recipe. Thanks again for the mini-chopper/food processor, Dave Kha.
And, yesterday, I went to see my friend, Lorna Paris. She was kind of a young “groupie” back when I performed street shows in Balboa Park in the late 1970s/early 1980s.
Some years ago Lorna came down with Multiple Sclerosis (MS) MS can ravage a body, she is able to walk, but not very well. Many other changes, too. She can no longer juggle 3 balls, her body just won’t allow it. Lorna’s mind is sharp, but she feels it diminishing, too.
Her husband, Terry, has stayed with her through all this, and will continue to. Such a good man he truly is.
Lorna’s mom, Charlotte, came down with dementia a number of years ago. Her dad is suffering through Alzheimer’s and both her parents are slowly losing. They each might have trouble even recognizing their daughter, so sad.
In fact, Charlotte and I had a romance, after my first accident, I was 23, Charlotte, 43. Such special memories of this wonderful lady.
And, as you recall, in my last blog I was complaining about not being able to juggle well? Seeing and talking with Lorna makes me really think of all I do have and all I can do. How about you, having trouble, can you relate?
After having dinner with Lorna (her husband was working security somewhere until midnight), I drove to the nearest library and slept in the parking lot. Was quiet and, for a change, I slept well.
The next day I went to see Joyce Scatolini-Madrid, we went to the same high school, her five years after me. She was calling numbers for a bingo match for old people, said I would meet her there. It was in Balboa Park, my old stomping grounds where I used to perform street shows.
I made sure I arrived early so I could look around the park. I rode my unicycles all over this huge park, and juggled in many areas, too. The park was sort of like a home away from home. I never imagined I would play bingo in the park.
Well, yes, I played bingo and lost.
I match the age of some, I guess I am old now?
After I dropped Joyce off at her home, I did not know what to do, lost again I was (well, my mind was lost.) I decided to go back to Ocean Beach, where I grew up. When I passed the turnoff to get to where my mom used to live, I cried. She is dead now and it hurt sooooo much to remember.
It’s great, I don’t have to count on GPS so much in San Diego, remembering how to get around where I grew up.
12/23—At the library on the computer most of the day. Much rain for the next five days, it’s nice to be inside.
I had contacted six people I know in the San Diego area about, perhaps, stopping by to see them on Christmas day. Only one responded, Chris Foster, who let me know he was in Germany with his brother. So, of course, I did not expect him to return for Christmas with Kit.
Yet, I would expect to hear from at least one other person about Christmas. Right now I am planning a chicken taco dinner in the van at the beach alone. I hope your Christmas was a fantastic event.
I walked on the main street of Ocean Beach, Newport Avenue, up one side and down the other. You may not know, I grew up on Newport street, up the hill at 4522. There are only a few shops and restaurants still going that are the same as when I lived here; so much change has occurred.
Memories came to me of when I rode my various unicycles up and down Newport Street. Riding my seven-foot unicycle, up above the vehicles, always got reactions. And, when I rode my 14-foot unicycle, having to duck under telephone lines, much much interest.
12/24—Happy Christmas Eve! Last night I slept down the road on Via Las Cumbres, near where I lived with Mary Ellen. This is right on Tecolote Canyon, a protected wilderness area. As I expected, it was dark and quiet.
Mary Ellen and I got married and lived in this apartment for ten years before we moved to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania area and bought a house in the town of Trainer. I loved living here on Tecolote Canyon. Perhaps that is what drove me back to spend the night? No, I knew it would be quiet and dark.
Next, it was on to OB (Ocean Beach.) While wearing my running shorts, I took a shower in the outside beach showers. Cold, yes, but necessary.
Now I am back in the OB library, plugged in and on their wifi.
On this Christmas eve, I have parked on a side street in OB, hoping it will be quiet. Still have no plans for tomorrow, we will both see what comes to be.
12–25—MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope I am not saying that too late.
I spent last night parked on Froude Street, a place near the beach. As I expected, it was quiet. When I awoke I waited until the sun made an appearance, then drove to the beach. I was amazed at the few cars parked on the busy Newport Street.
When I arrived at the empty beach parking lot, I just looked over the area. There were a few homeless milling around. I opened the side doors and started my stove (remember, it just uses wood, like twigs, for fuel.) First I boiled water for my green tea, then I fried up some potatoes with onions (my favorite.)
Memories—they started up at 6am. OB is right in a flight path from the airport. They passed a law many years ago that they cannot start up until six, but after six it was a plane every few minutes. So, even on Christmas day, life goes on. Many many times through school the teacher would have to stop and wait because of the noise.
I just met a guy who is traveling while on a bike. He carries everything with him. I could tell he was a smart guy. From North Carolina, he was driving and living in his vehicle, but then his car broke down. He purchased a bike for cheap and does not know what direction he is going, like me, he just has to go.
Back in high school a couple friends and I went to the beach on Christmas day and went body surfing. I was planning on doing the same today, but, because of the strong cold wind, I chickened out.
After I got to the beach I just sat and looked around the area. There were some homeless around. I like to help them how I can (I guess I am one of?) A women knocked on my window and asked if I had any cigarettes. I said “no” and gave her some chocolate as I said, “This is much better for you”
After, done with OB and San Diego, to the north I roam.
After my first accident in 1982, I was at Sharp Rehab for help learning to walk, talk and everything physical. I had known what to do, I just had to retrain my muscles. The therapists did help, much. When I started riding my bicycle from OB up to rehab, ten miles each way, my rehab ended soon after.
As you know, in the last blog I was somewhat down, alright, a lot down. At some urging by my good friend, Lissa Tyson-Pyke, who suggested I try and help people, I went to Sharp Rehab, where I was an inpatient in 1982 for several months after my 37-day coma.
I wanted to inspire and entertain some people who were here.
I met with Noel Furrnandez, who attempted suicide by jumping from a bridge (he broke his body, bad.) This 23-year old (my big accident happened to me when I was 23, too.) worked at casinos as a card dealer and also liked to gamble himself (He was way in debt and, with some other factors involved, saw no other way but death.
Also, there was Phil Pressel and his wife, Pat. Last week Phil had his “other” leg amputated. He has a circulation problem. He is in Sharp to relearn how to get through life without legs.
We all talked for a while and, I think, we helped each other. I also did some juggling and some magic to entertain them. Good idea, Liisa, I do feel better now.
Up north out of San Diego now. I took Via De La Valle and stopped at a McDonald’s. They were, surprisingly, open, on Christmas day. Even more amazing, they were jammed with people. All afternoon they had many people come through.
A couple, just to my right, both people on their phones not talking. It seems so wrong to me.
I just cooked and ate my Christmas dinner, I did make it a festive event. Four chicken tacos, including my home-made salsa. Quite delicious, I must say. I did all this in the van, which was parked right outside a McDonald’s.
Hard to believe how many people come to McDonald’s for Christmas dinner, including many families. Were they raised this way, or are they just lazy?
12/26—Yes, the day after. I’m back at that McDonald’s where I was last night, on their wifi and electric. Still surprised at how many people were here last night for Christmas dinner.
Last night I was in a residential area to sleep. Awoke to much rain dropping down on the van roof. Still getting about five hours a night, enough for me to live.
12/27—After spending the night in a quiet residential area, it was off to yet another McDonald’s, up north near a Best Buy I have to go to today about my computer. This one is very empty and I am in a side room where no one can see me. In fact, perhaps I will start living here?
My Challenge for You this Week >>
When is the last time you read a good book?
It’s time, read a book this week that will add to your life.
Let me know what book and how it changed you.
Next Blog >> Spending a few days for New Years celebrations with my friend Daniel Powell. You will hear all about it in the next post.
How long into the night can I last?
Will I drink? How much?
Will I meet a lovely female friend?