Almost…. financially viable
I’m having life changing events occur just now - must read my astrology chart to see whats going on!
I bought 1,000 shares for £4k nearly 10 years ago, as soon as I bought them the price fell and they were worth £150, a friend nudged me recently to have a look at them. Late at night two Saturdays ago I did and was convinced they were worth £31 each. I texted a much wiser, accountant, friend to look and he said “yes £31 pounds each” Hurrah! I sent off the share certificates to instigate the name and address change so that I could sell them, these arrived yesterday and I phoned to sell my fabulous shares for a large 4 figure sum.
In the intervening ten days I had mentally given half to my son, paid off my debt to a very patient friend, paid for my air fare back to NZ and 6 months living out there, and a new Apple Mac Notebook (only £700) I was even thinking of ordering the Cashmere Company catalouge! But all was lost when I phoned to sell my shares, the man at the other end said they were worth £291 thats 31p each! Why won’t God trust me with the money? I’d be really careful, honest!
Well I will certainly be ready next time a huge pile of money comes towards me out of the blue, can’t say I’m not a tad disappointed though.
A bit more bad news. My back has been very sore and stiff, since the Oz accident and I felt I couldn’t move either quickly or with any suppleness. I went for a treament to a marvellous friend on Tuesday, as the treatment finished I realized I couldn’t get up off the couch or move. My therapist happens to be a very handsome, charming chap, as he manipulated me to a sitting position I had my arms around his shoulders and he had his arms around my waist. Chests together I just had to say “OOh Alastair I didn’t think we knew each other this well”
Walking very very slowly back to town, a woman I knew flew towards me arms wide about to give a big hug - terrified - I caught her wrists very tightly and hissed “DO NOT TOUCH ME” She looked really scared, don’t think I’ve had that effect before, I enjoyed it to be quite honest.
Last week I hurt so much I cancelled all my classes and gave up teaching Yoga, life feels strange and I really miss my students, some of them have been with me for over a decade.
But on a positive note I have moved back into my lovely green ex-army truck, and parked again in the back garden of a large mansion house. Everything in my truck works, solar power, cooker, radio etc though it was all in a filthy mess, as it had been abandoned 3 years before, without a backward glance, and there has been a certain amount of weather through the leaky roof since then. All wooden surfaces were covered with a glorious black mould and the ceiling cloth was hard and brown and had kind of orange-peel fungus hanging prettily and damply from it.
My friend Pennie and I attacked it with rubber gloves, face masks and some really horrible chemicals, the ceiling cloth came down and was optimistically put into the washing machine and came out as new - a miracle! It was 100 degrees inside the truck as we worked, sweat pouring into our eyes and flowing over our masks and there was great hilarity as I asked Pennie solicitously if she was warm enough. She is a very brave woman and the help she gave me cleaning my truck was way beyond the call of friendship.
I’ve been here for 3 weeks now, high up on the hill with a glorious view of the park and the city 2 miles away and the sea and mountains even further, sunsets are really special events up here.
My garden was in a mess, but I found lots of the plants I had left behind, still in pots but needing a bit of love. A beautiful Honeysuckle, just about to flower, a huge succulent my daughter gave me years ago, a giant Poppy (not looking that well) and recently recovered from my friend Georgina’s garden where she had been diligently looking after it for me, a glorious fragrant yellow rose called Alfred Bell in full flower. I have made a bamboo support trellis for it and put it next to my truck and the fragrance drifts through in the warmth of the day. The large iron Ganesh statue I had in the Yoga Studio stands facing my truck door in a protective kind of stance. All is very well up here in Paradise.
I’m glad to be home and grateful to all the people who I’ve met and who have helped me on my travels, I am blessed with my friends. I reckon I’ll be off again in November, back to Great Barrier Island, New Zealand, to swim in that beautiful blue South Pacific…….. I have a charmed life really.