{"id":2573,"date":"2017-01-19T16:26:00","date_gmt":"2017-01-20T00:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/?p=2573"},"modified":"2017-08-23T16:30:58","modified_gmt":"2017-08-24T00:30:58","slug":"getting-ready-to-move-to-california","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/?p=2573","title":{"rendered":"Getting Ready to Move to California"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>All has been a-flurry! We sold our house in Sun City Texas and are planning to move to mid-coastal California, San Luis Obispo, half-way between Los Angeles and San Francisco. The railroad stops there, and we hope to use it more. So much \u201cstuff\u201d to pack. It\u2019s our precious treasures! It\u2019s our crap! It\u2019s mixed.<\/p>\n<p>My mother-in-law fell and hurt but did not break her hip. So moving her, making arrangements, all adds to the complexity. There are myriads of occasions marked by Grace, unexpected and unearned goodness from many people and in many ways. Allee is being a hero, but I seriously do not want her to go through this again.<\/p>\n<p>So many things to do: Make sure the packers are happy and not packing what they shouldn\u2019t pack. Make sure our room has a change of towels. Tomorrow Mom\u2019s stuff gets packed and shipped. The list of things goes on and on. Moses had it easy? Or maybe it was vastly more complicated than they had room for in the Bible. Make sure our books are packed.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m a bit depressed by the current trend in politics, and hopeful that the public will \u201ccatch on.\u201d But there\u2019s a song I sing to myself, one of the verses of which is \u201cOh nations are warring and business is vex\u2019d; I\u2019ll just stick around and see what happens next.\u201d It\u2019s a song about ageing, and I feel it\u2019s been happening to me, in so many ways. For example, I\u2019d rather be writing on this blog than attending a performance of Amahl and the Night Visitors. Or indeed most performances.<\/p>\n<p>Soon I\u2019ll toddle off to bed.&#160; My darling and I will reunite tomorrow at 9:23 AM. The bulky movers are coming tomorrow too. I\u2019ll go see Mamala and say goodnight. So many touches of grace from so many good people.<\/p>\n<p>I am reminded that I am shifting ages, according to Shakespeare&#8217;s &quot;Seven Ages of Man&quot; speech, which I\u2019ve discovered is a highly complex process! So, shifting from the fifth age, the Justice, &quot;&#8230;in full round belly with good capon lin&#8217;d, with eyes severe and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances,&#160; and so he plays his part&#8230;\u201d &#8212;I&#8217;ve been in this role for a- couple decades, now. But, Shakespeare writes in As You Like It (Act 2, Scene 7):   <br \/> &#8230;The sixth age shifts into the lean and slipper&#8217;d pantaloon,    <br \/>&#160;&#160; His youthful hose well sav&#8217;d,    <br \/>&#160;&#160; A world too wide for his shrunk shank,    <br \/>&#160;&#160; And his voice, shifting to childish treble,    <br \/>&#160;&#160; Pipes and whistles in his sound&#8230;.    <br \/>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8230; and so he plays his part.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Parts of me are still 5th age, wise, teaching, but it\u2019s clear as I move to mid-California to be with my daughter\u2019s family, that it\u2019s changing; it&#8217;s far more multi-faceted, gradual, and I&#8217;m in the thick of it. A time for philosophy. <\/p>\n<p>A-Flutter Plus Grace   <\/p>\n<p>Moving to San Luis Obispo, California, not so far away. My daughter lives there and her teen daughters and her husband. Ah, family. I don&#8217;t take it for granted. All has been a flutter, sprinkled with Grace.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, I\u2019ve found God. No, not that version! At that level, technically, I&#8217;m still an atheist! But at a higher level&#8230; no, one higher.. now, get on a figurative step-ladder, peer over the metaphorical transom, see! There under the symbolic card table: A glow! I intuitively knew! Hey, you&#8217;re God! And the glow sorta kinda said, &quot;Ya got me!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>I knew it was the glowing&#160; symbolic finger of the uncountable hands of the uncountable arms of God, sure, but still. In other words, at the level of thinking about thinking about thinking, plus one&#8212;intuition&#8212;there&#8217;s the one mind, according to what for me was a strong intuition.<\/p>\n<p>Note that I wasn&#8217;t even looking for this! And I realized that this cannot be explained. Everyone seeks something higher, senses something higher, and then insists on their interpretation of what they sense&#8212;if they do sense it&#8212;as the real thing. But finally I found what satisfies me. Not that the glow IS the real thing. In fact, I know even the intuition would satisfy very few people; but it works for me.<\/p>\n<p>This all is modulated by the fact that I am afflicted (blessed?) with <em>pronoia<\/em>, which is the distinct sensation that &quot;They&#8217;re trying to Get You&quot; &#8212;but in a good way, to make you happy and enlightened. It happens not infrequently to me, thank the Angels. Those angels are projections of God like your fingers are projections of you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>All has been a-flurry! We sold our house in Sun City Texas and are planning to move to mid-coastal California, San Luis Obispo, half-way between Los Angeles and San Francisco. The railroad stops there, and we hope to use it more. 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