Yesterday’s blog post about time sure struck a chord for many of you. Comments on the blog and facebook show a heightened sense of how fast time moves amongst many of us. Of course, it was many of us of a certain age. Young people think time goes ever so slowly. Will summer ever come? How many days until we go to Disneyland? The month of December especially seemed to drag. Young people are waiting for time to pass quickly; we are waiting for time to slow down.
One of my favorite comments lately is don’t wish time away. And I always come back to the constant, so well stated by Annie Dillard, which I quoted yesterday. But I like it so much I’m quoting it again today : “Everyone envied her the time she had, not noticing that they had equal time.” Of course, that implies choices in using time. And we all do have the same amount of time. It just goes faster for some of us. Perhaps Einstein has a theory for that. I would not know.
This is what time feels like to me now.
Exploding Clock by Salvador Dali
Yesterday’s post struck a chord with me, too. It got me back on track. Yesterday I forced myself; today I feel like writing. I did make a promise to myself that I would blog or keep a journal until the end of this year, which would make two years. I haven’t been keeping the journal because it became redundant. I’m going to keep my promise to myself and blog away at least until December. It’s my own personal record for the world to see. To me, that’s one of the most contradictory aspects of blogging – what you might not say face-to-face to a friend, you will gladly say to the entire world.
Just a couple of things I wanted to mention so this is a real mish-mash.
First, regular readers are so used to reading about me being at our cabin. Slowly, after two years, it dawned on us that we’d be smart to rent the cabin out when we weren’t here. It would be lovely to be able to pay the mortgage. So I set out to put the plan into motion. I had no idea of the mounds of detail that awaited me.
There is a co-op rental site in Alta Sierra which about eight cabins have joined. The site is set up to be fully automated, but who knew that the endless detail just to get our information in would go on for days. And weeks. Getting a merchant account set up so we could accept credit cards. Now this is interesting.
I applied for the merchant account in my name only, because Mark wants this to be my project. The company called and said I had insufficient credit, whatever that means. Having a credit score of 799 and credit cards with balances paid in full every month wasn’t sufficient credit? They wanted more info. We faxed some bank statements and tax returns. Not good enough. Why didn’t we change the application to Mark’s name? We did, gave them no new information, and it was approved.
What I am supposed to infer from that? Same info (except Mark’s name, driver’s license number and social), both names on taxes and accounts, and Mark’s credit score is 799 also. I infer that gender discrimination was in play. Anyway it sure made it difficult to complete the first rental, which I finally did on paypal.
I listed on VRBO as well as the co-op site. Detail! By the way, you can see the sites here: The Kern River Co-op site, and the VRBO listing. You will notice something – we are spelling the word “cabin” with a “K”. I cannot believe I am doing that. When I see signs such as Koffee Kafe I shudder. But Roy (the co-op developer and owner) is a computer programmer, and he said that will maximize exposure – that it has to be different or catchy, and it has to appear high on the web rankings when you do a search. I can now write Kabin without coming apart. Barely. Alta Sierra Kamala Kabin it is.
I think the sites look good – but I need to do several more. This is the photo we are using for the primary shot of the cabin.
Alta Sierra Kamala Kabin
Lastly, let’s strike a chord musically. I’ve written about taking three of my grandkids, my daughter, and friend Michael Purcell to a Black-Eyed Peas concert. I’d been using “I’ve Got a Feeling” as my anthem, my wake-up song start-the-day-right song. I just substituted the word “day” for “night.” Today Michael forwarded something I hadn’t seen yet from when the Peas slightly modified the song for Oprah’s 24th anniversary. It has two of my favorite things: the song and flash mobs. I’m going to try to embed it in this post, but since I’ve not been successful with that yet, I may end up with a link. Just in case
