Sunday, March 18, 2018

The Nest

In the apartment courtyard, above the artificial grass which is the doggie potty station, in a miniature citrus tree, nests a hummingbird.   One of the residents alerted me to the nest this morning when I took Cinnamon out for her morning constitutional.  Apparently there is a nest here, in this tree, every year at this time.  She keeps coming back.  She must like it here.

I try to constantly paint a rosy picture of Petaluma.  I know my relatives want me to be happy here, and I am, but I'm not yet overjoyed.  I rather expected to be.  Many things are not as I expected.

Oh, the apartment is very much as I expected, as is the community.  There are those residents who are happy and feel blessed to be here, and who love everything.  There are those residents who say everyone is mean and hateful here. And I expect that the the truth is somewhere in between, and it depends a lot on your personal experiences (and how you react to them) on whether it's rosy or black.

As for me, I'm choosing to stay out of the local gossip mill, and to look for friends among the rosies.

Petaluma itself is not what I expected.  After driving around a bit to go here and there, I still haven't seen that picturesque town from the postcards.  In fact, it seems that downtown is so tiny, I'll have to drive there with the purpose of just seeing downtown.  The rest of the area is goats and sheep and cows, rather like the small upstate NY town I spent my high school years at, only more so.

It's hard to see where the art culture comes in just yet, or where all the people are who are commuting in to San Francisco, Oakland, and Silicon Valley.  It's hard to see where the money comes in, because it all just seems to be a lot of small farms and the new outlet mall.  I suppose that's all tightly packed in the downtown area, and perhaps out farther where I am, in wine country.

One of the reason I chose Petaluma over some of the other small towns scattered about is that there is a large number of annual events, festivals, and so on that look like they'd keep me busy.  I'm waiting for some of that excitement to kick in. 

Right now, it's  been raining since I got here, with only a few minutes break now and then.  It's hard to stay excited, but maybe I don't have to be. Maybe I can just sit in my very comfortable apartment with my dog curled up at my feet and watch the fog and the rain.  I do know, however, that shopping is in the forecast.  My Los Angeles wardrobe, even with my collection of light cardigans, is no match for the cold, damp mornings (it's currently 34°F) is unsuited to this weather. 

I also have other adjustments to make.  My budget will have to be reworked.  My rent is lower, but my internet higher, and I have no idea about utilities yet. Some things seem much more expensive, but perhaps a lot of that is not having the same stores for some of my basics (like toilet paper) and not yet finding the best bargains.  It's a work in progress.

But anything good is worth working for. 

The fact that the little hummingbird feels safe enough to nest here, in the courtyard just outside my apartment, and that she knows she will be undisturbed year after year gives me a lot of hope that I will feel the same as I settle in.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Crossing the Street

It's been raining here in Petaluma.  Generally it POURS, then we get small breaks of 15 minutes or so, then it starts coming down again.  This morning I went out to the Department of Social Services (in the pouring rain).  I figured I could pretty much write the entire day off, but when I got there, there were no cars parked in front of the office, and I figured they were closed... but then the postman came out, and yeah, they were open.  NO WAITING.  I was pretty stunned.  They told me they were a new office, and probably word just hasn't gotten out yet that they existed (they've been open for 11  months!) and once, a while back, there were so many people there they gave out numbers.

I'm going to like it here.

After I got things done, I headed up to Rohnert Park to the Walmart to take my curtain rods back and pick up some garbage bags and a new broom (exiting, eh?). I also couldn't resist a white turtleneck (I've been looking for one for months) on the clearance rack for $1. (YES, ONE DOLLAR!)

So, the afternoon to myself and a clearing overhead, I decided to get adventurous with my few minutes of dry and take the dog for a walk across the street. Just to be clear, I didn't want to get drenched, so I only strayed a couple minutes from the complex, but just to show you how close things are...
my very short walk

Now the original intent was to walk around the little lake in the park, but there were certain barriers to doing that: namely a large number of geese and ducks who had nested near the walkways and hissed menacingly when I got close.

this mamma was particularly aggressive

The walkways were also well covered with goose poop, so it wasn't a terribly appealing prospect. Instead, I walked along the front of the community center and took this photo of the side of the center:

The building is really large, and there's a lot of events that take place there, as well as the field I took this from, which is the location of the Tuesday Farmer's Market.

Off to my left I could see a gateway: the opening to the Lynch Creek Trail:

The trail is paved in both directions, and while I knew the other side of the trail went down to the river and Downtown Petaluma, I never looked at the map to see this end of things.  That's an exploration for another day.

I was somewhat amused to see that Lynch Creek was much MUCH larger than the Santa Fe River (in the City of Santa Fe at least)

Lynch Creek from the McDowell St Bridge
at the end of the bridge, a few steps away was the intersection to Lynch Creek Way, a small road (almost a driveway) to the hospital on one side of McDowell, and the medical offices on the other.

Crossing the road there, between the medical offices and the apartment complex on the opposite side of the creek from the other section of trail, the trail continued toward downtown. One block further down McDowell is a shopping plaza, behind which is the dog park.

One of the things I missed living in Los Angeles is the feeling of green spaces.  Parks were small, and I had to drive to get places like the nature center and dog park, where Cinnamon could run.  And while it's a 37 minute drive to the ocean now, it's not much farther than the drive I had from my Long Beach apartment to Cabrillo Beach, where I spent most of my coastal time.

Not too long ago I posted about missing those times where I felt "close to God"... times of awe and oneness with the land (or water) around me, and how I only had that now on the ocean.  Well, I've had it again here.  Just driving and seeing the rolling green hills rising up in front of me, or looking across the street and seeing the green patchwork hills wreathed in morning fog... It's really quite beautiful here.

So I think I'll end this post with some of the spring flowers growing near the parking lot of the community center.  Then I'll get ready to go to bingo tonight...

Thursday, March 15, 2018

It pours, man it pours.

the view from my living room window today

It's been raining for two days.  Luckily, we had a break yesterday around mid-afternoon when we unpacked the trailer (members of the church out here helped) and today I got a couple quick breaks that allowed me to get from store to car to apartment without too much of a soaking. It got me humming this song:

Of course it's not so bad as this, but the constant wet is a bit depressing.  I'm exhausted, but the apartment is nice, and the unpacking and arranging is coming along. 

Cinnamon isn't feeling too well.  She cried in her sleep last night, and I came out to the living room to get her and when I picked her up either she was way too warm or I was way too cold (hard to tell sometimes).  In the morning, she was sick to her stomach, and had no interested in the dog biscuits I left hidden in plain sight around the apartment to keep her busy while I ran out for groceries and a shelving unit.

But as dismal as the weather is, life here feels full of potential.  I was a little shocked because the "city" is a lot more rural than I'd imagined.  When I went to return the UHaul, I had to drive a mile down the street past the plaza, turn left, go past the stockyard and auction house, wind my way through the little hilly streets past homes with sheep and horses and an occasional llama, down to a small congested spot at an intersection where the automotive repair shop is... the one with all the UHauls parked out back.

I've noticed all the local goods in the grocery stores: cheeses, wines, and meats from local farms.  Everything seems fresh, and you know it hasn't been on a questionable refrigerator truck for 1500 miles.

There is a lot here to get used to.  The people are a curious mix, everyone from plain spoken conservative farmers to painfully politically correct liberals, but somehow it all works. I can't wait to get out and about (when the rain finally does stop). 

For now, perhaps the rain is a good thing.  Last night I was up until 4 am updating various accounts (loyalty cards, credit cards, that sort of thing) with my new address and trying to make sure everything moves over smoothly.  The rain is slowing down my ability to run around (I actually thought about driving the hour out to Savers today!).  While it's frustrating, I know I need the rest.

I did have a little excitement over the move:  the UHaul I rented had a chunk missing out of one of the back corners, and my stuff got "rained on".  Nothing was damaged, but apparently UHaul has to investigate.  I SHOULD have followed my own very good advice on this one, and inspected everything BEFORE leaving and taking a lot of photos.  The guy who did the hookup was a bit off, and when I'd asked him if theft were a problem with the trailers, he told me the story of the people who ask too many questions always being the ones who file reports, and he figures they steal the stuff themselves.  So I'm not sure if he was telling a story, telling me to shut up, or just diverting my attention from the fact that things weren't right with the trailer... but I put a lock on the chains the way I'd seen in a YouTube video just in case.

Right now I'm glad I got my futon in that trailer, because I'm stretched out with my big fluffy throw, my dog at my feet, and a hot cup of tea in my hand, just looking out the window at the rain dripping from the trees.

and that's just fine for now.