it’s like this

I haven’t yet discussed here in ‘from a mountain bench’ the special gratitude and bigger heart I feel and have for somehow creating a new space in which I can appear Mondays through Fridays as my often goofy and brakeless self. How I experience the simple act of sitting here at this keyboard and with my two 76-year-old index fingers spin something like tales of wonder and joy.

My heart was already broken when I arrived in San Luis Obispo Easter Sunday, a car impossibly loaded, a five-and-a-half hour boogie from pre-dawn San Diego, stopping only in Oxnard for a coffe, bacon and egg bites, and two restroom visits. But just two weeks into this new life, and pecking away on my laptop – my faithful desktop in parts in two bags in a closet – my blog broke. Couch Surfing at 70, just an infant way back in August of 2018, about to be pronounced sayonara so soon after arriving here. My heart breaking all over again.

Then after two months of difficult living and lucking into this room in this trailer in this park, my landlord/housemate helped me pick up a $15 thrift shop desk and my computer came out of the closet. I paid for new hosting and the new ‘mountain bench’ domain, and 30 of you have shown up to travel this path with me again.

Something about invited home. It’s very cool. I am very, very grateful.