Don't Mess With CJ

Several years ago, after I purchased my mobile home on Baltimore Ave., I contracted with a local young man, looking for work, to do a roof renew with that tar process. This was after I got a price from him for the job, which I decided I could manage on my limited income. It was in the summer, so it was a beastly job, up there in the sun and heat! He took lots of breaks in the shade; I provided lots of water.

He finished after several days, and I wrote out a check for the amount he had told me. He refused it, and quoted an amount that was 3 times what he had said before. Unfortunately, I had not gotten it in writing, but I stood my ground, saying I wouldn’t have had the work done for this price, because I didn’t have that much money.

Right before my eyes, this friendly, nice young man trying to support his family turned into an ugly, scary hoodlum, yelling, screaming really, threatening he would be back the next day with his friends to tear off the roof he had just put on, and that I “needed to watch my back!”

I was shocked to my core, extremely shaken. I’d not often been yelled at to my face (except by my ex-husband!), with what very much sounded like threats of physical damage. Thought a bit. I’d only been in Seadrift about 4 years, but I’d garnered a goodly number of fans, with my newsletter “Livin’ on the Bay,” and had immersed myself into county activities, as well as volunteering at Aransas National Wildlife Refuge.

Sat down to my computer and fired off emails to every contact I had in the area: mayors of Seadrift, and Port Lavaca, and county commissioners that I’d worked with on community projects, realtors, advertisers in “Livin’ on the Bay,” Seadrift police, Calhoun County deputy that had been very helpful with a neighborhood dog abuse situation, community leaders in Port O’Connor I’d come to know, numerous friends. Got on the phone to those that didn’t do email. Explained the threat to me personally, and recommended no one else fall for that friendly “nice guy” image if he came around looking for work. At the very least, get things in writing!

I even took the initiative, and, accompanied by the best friends couple I followed to Seadrift, began driving around town, looking for my threatener

Well. I was amazingly rewarded with the response. My friends and fans charged to the forefront; I could scarcely make a move without stumbling over protectors in every direction! Several guys took turns staking out my house to be sure the hoodlum did not try to make good on his threat to tear off the new roof. Didn’t really think he would actually try to do that, but feared he would do damage of some sort.


Needless to say, never saw the guy again. However, after several weeks I did get an interesting tidbit relayed to me by a realtor friend. She said this guy with his wife came in to her office, inquiring about a house for sale he’d spotted. Hearing the price, he ranted that price was ridiculous, he needed someplace for his family, and Seadrift really needed to give him a deal.
My realtor friend calmly told him, “If you want a deal in Seadrift, you shouldn’t mess with CJ.”

I heard later he had moved out of town, because he couldn’t get work. Well darn.

Two Weeks In

I'm in to retirement for two weeks now. Interesting. I think at first I was anxious that I not merely sit back in my recliner and let the world go by, and scheduled myself fairly busy. There was so much stuff that I'd gotten behind in this summer, what with the broken foot keeping me from moving about much. AND, that immobility set me back simply because I wasn't able to move about much, and what I DID, was an out of alignment hobble with "The Boot".

So, after a flurry of a first week, I've settled down into a more manageable schedule this week. The waxing moon, and then the full moon this week, spurred me to activity concerning getting my house back in order. The front bedroom had become a "staging area" for Christmas decorations and anything else I didn't know what to do with at the moment. One just about had to back out if one got in there. I'm happy to report that I've made tremendous progress! The trash pickup folks probably think I'm moving, I've packed so much into the garbage can.

Lions Club is tonight. I'm taking baked mozzarella bires and cream cheese wontons for my contribution to our potluck-style repast before we get down to business. Visitors are welcome to join us! We meet at 6:30 p.m. on the 2nd & 4th Thursdays, at First National Bank, Seadrift.

1st Annual Seadrift Fishermen Celebration

Mark your calendars and get your tickets NOW for the First Annual Seadrift Fishermen Celebration, October 15, 2011, 7 p.m. to Midnight, Pavilion on San Antonio Bay, Seadrift, Texas. Music, dancing, shrimp boil Bubba's style, drinks, silent auction,, art, books. Tickets ($30 in advaice or $35 at event) will include dinner and couple of drinks.
My friend Alan Cantrell will be performing with Kitt Elliott and Jeff Inman!
http://seadriftfishermencelebration.org/captain-lee--music.html

And Now It Begins

OK, I've worked the last day of the job, complete with a Retirement Celebration that had me not really doing any work all afternoon. My boss and my replacement kept folks checked in and out, etc., while I visited with my many friends as we partook of chocolate cake, cookies, crackers and cheese ball, fruit bowl, sandwiches, and punch. I'm not sure the Library will ever be the same again.

Everyone asks: What am I going to do now? The all-important question. The answer was usually a variation of "I'm going to concentrate on my bucket list!" You know, the list of things you want to do and get done while you're still here. High in the list is publishing another book, which entails getting out and about locally and road trips not so locally, to take photos and get inspiration for more stories for said book. More immediately, I wanted to get regular with posting on this blog, and getting it promoted so folks will see it and read, and perhaps get some guidance for their own life.

I had thought of trying to find a website where I could create an online version of the newsletter I published for 11 years, "Livin' on the Bay." I'm still searching for such. I may have to clear some cobwebs out of the head before I can grasp the processes, which is not to say I can't do it.

More frequent and longer visits to my family and friends in Kansas is also high on the list. Then there are friends in Seattle, Washington, Alamagordo, NM, Oklahoma, as well as Texas, that I want to spend time with. I'm sure if I study on it, I can figure out how to do it, financially as well as physically.

Have you sat down and made a list of things you would like to accomplish? Actually made a list? I discovered years ago how it important it was to do that. And if you can put some projected date on it, it helps also. You may not get everything done, or by the specified time, but I guarantee you will get more finished than if you had not made the list! It's positively weird how it works. A favorite quote from somewhere went something like this: Make goals! You may not achieve all of them, but you'll get more done than if you had not made the goal.

Another quote I've always liked: "If you don't know where you are going, you'll end up someplace else."--Yogi Berra. This resonates with me for sure. I think about road trips I've taken. If you want to get some particular place, you have to have a map or instructions about how to get there. You have to know where you are going. If you're just rambling around, sight-seeing, it's not so important to know the end destination, but I've never thought that was a good ploy for life.

Here are additional quotes that have helped me think more clearly about what I wanted to achieve, what I wanted to BE, in my life:

"What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals." - Zig Zigler

"You don't get to choose how you're going to die, or when. You can decide how you're going to live now." - Joan Baez

"Picture yourself vividly as winning and that alone will contribute immeasurably to success. Great living starts with a picture, held in your imagination, of what you would like to do or be." - Harry Emerson Fosdick.

In the above quote is the essence of visualization I learned about years ago. The trick is to make your subconscious believe what you wish to be or achieve. If your subconscious believes you live by the sea with palm trees, that must become the reality. You most likely will not realize at the time that what is happening is guiding you to that goal!

Living by the sea with palm trees was my desire all those years ago when, as a divorced lady working for a living, I decided to try out the visualization thing. There was absolutely no way, I thought, that I would ever be able to afford living by "big water." But what the heck, it certainly did not hurt to try out the technique. As instructed, every day when I got up, I would look in the bathroom mirror (plastered with photos & depictions of palm trees, as were the fridge, my cubicle at work, in the car) and say with emotion and conviction, "I live by the sea with palm trees." Co-workers kidded me about my obsession with palm trees! They gave me presents of mugs, suncatchers, and so on, with palm trees. Little did they know they were adding to the fuel!

Along those 15 or so years, things happened that, at the time, seemed to not be good, such as a repossessed mobile home. A murder in front of the apartment I lived in. Being attacked as I was returning to my home in the country from the night shift. Looking back, I can see how these and other events steered me in directions that ultimately paved the way, 13 years ago, to retire from 29 years as a typesetter and move to Seadrift, Texas with life-long friends. As most of you know, I now live two blocks from San Antonio Bay, with two gigantic palm trees in my front yard.

Of course all this is triggered by retiring, once again, and the need to plot my course is upon me. I took up a series of part-time jobs to pay for a home with a four-year mortgage (only in Seadrift!) which led to the position at the Seadrift Library. It's been a rewarding eight and a half years, but time to concentrate on other things. I sincerely hope I've got you thinking about your own course of life! Let's get together and share ideas, and support each other in whatever it is we decide to do. That's the pertinent phrase: WE DECIDE! See you around. CJ

Looking Back / Planning Forward

I'm very nostalgic these days. Planning for the "next" retirement has me in a swirl of memories mixed with future planning. My entire life, from the summer after high school graduation to the present day, has been geared to "The Job," with very few exceptions. There was a nearly six-week period in 1966 between quitting the school board secretarial job to claiming the executive secretarial position at Emporia State College. I WAS starting to sweat a bit, as I had made the claim when I left the school board after 6 months that I would have a better paying job within 6 weeks! It was rewarding to my psyche that, after doing well on the Clerk Typist test, I had the choice of two jobs--data input at the county mental health facility (what fun would that have been?!) or Executive Secretary to the Head of the Art Department at the College, both of which paid considerably more than the school board.

The four years at the Art Department were certainly a ride. In addition to dealing with everything required by the charismatic Head of the Art Department (from his correspondence, monitoring his schedule, to promotion and arranging shipment of his art shows), I supervised all manner of correspondence, schedules and reports for 12 faculty members, all creative creatures requiring various sorts of handling. On-campus paper work could be done by student interns, but anything going off-campus was to be done by me. After four years at this high-maintenance job, I discovered the "cap" to my Clerk-Typist I salary was an astonishing half of what it was for Printer! I visited the printing department to see what they did for so much money, and discovered it was primarily typing. Since I have typed like the wind since high school, I campaigned to transfer. The personnel director tried everything he could to keep me from doing so--said he had never had anyone score 100 on the Clerk-Typist test before! I persevered, however, telling him, "But it doesn't pay!" Thus I became a typesetter, which was my career for the next 29 years.

When I retired at 64 in November, 1998, from G&S Typesetters in Austin after 23 years, and moved to Seadrift, I spent the whole of 1999 actually "retired," struggling a bit with the concept that my time was my own. It was an adjustment for sure, as I had the disquieting feeling that surely vacation was over, and I should be returning to the job!

In 2000, I worked 6 months with the Census. In 2001 and 2002 I held down a couple of part time jobs (not enough money, not much work) followed by 9 months co-managing a Port O'Connor motel (good money, too much work!). When the bloom was off the rose with that last job, it coincided with the Seadrift librarian being ready to retire, and the job at the library was, as Goldilocks says, just right.

Now, after eight years and 6 months as librarian, manager and chief cook and bottle-washer at the Seadrift library, it's time to put finita to what is surely my last stint as an employee. I fully intend to pursue my writing in numerous online venues. I've neglected my photography in the last couple of years also; road trips around Texas will get my camera in high gear once again. I will be able to make more trips to Yoakum to visit my friend in the nursing home. I look forward to longer visits to Kansas and family, and my own version of Sleepless in Seattle will be enabled.

At 76, nostalgia is, of course, a big part of my days. So much to look back on and relive, MOST of it positive and rewarding. A movie I watched on TV recently had our heroine musing at the end: "You can't go back to who you were before what happens to you." It's true. You either grow stronger, wiser, OR you spiral off into disaster. What makes the difference? If I knew that, I'd be the author of a best-selling book and rich to boot. The trick is, of course, to not let the spiraling off into disaster happen. I don't know how I escaped it myself.

Most of my trials, some of which involved life-threatening events, left me mad as hell and I wasn't going to take it any more! (again?) Wherever I worked and lived, I always developed a network of loyal, supportive friends, that leapt unfailingly and unflinchingly to my defense and aid whenever needed. If one does not have that, I'm not sure how one would cope.

Now, with this new era of my life beginning the first day of October, 2011, I'll just gear down a tad, and see what mischief I can get myself into, without the structure of a job to rein me in. Look out, World!

CJ, who's still Livin' on the Bay

Choices

When we were young, as near as I can remember, we mused a bit about where we would wind up in our old age, but we didn't put too much thought into it, I'm sure. I've come to be fascinated in looking back and seeing where events in my life were pivotal in the direction I would go. The most mundane decisions came to be so important in the overall scheme of things!

I wonder where I would be today if I had married the Farmer from my hometown, instead of the Big City Boy from the next metropolis? Seventeen years later when I was divorcing the Big City Boy and leaving Kansas, what if I had taken the office management job in Oklahoma City instead of the typesetting one in Austin, Texas? What if I had stayed with the husband and pursued a career in professional bowling? (Right: Champion Bowler in the white skirt) Did life with the husband who told me "you can't do that" on uncountable occasions during those 17 years play a large part in my becoming the determined woman that is seemingly unstoppable when I put my mind to something?

Of course, we'll never know what the difference would have been. All those choices were made with my best judgment at the time and I have to think they were the correct ones.

I see now I was competitive from high school days on, as top honors in typing contests and typing class grades went back and forth between myself and another fast typist. The fact that in grade school she used to kick me on the shins in the girls' bathroom had nothing to do with the desire to best her. Right.

Secretarial and executive assistant jobs eventually led me to typesetting, as it paid about double for basically the same skills. During the 30 years in typesetting, my creativity expressed itself in various ways. I attempted to organize the union at one shop. The boss found us out just as we were on the brink of getting everyone signed up, so some employees backed off, and I had to move on to another company. That resulted in 23 years at G&S Typesetters in Austin, Texas, where I was assured there would be no need for my union organizing skills (and there wasn’t). Along with the enjoyment of gaining skills and learning new technology, the years at G&S provided life-long friends.

Retirement in 1998 was a revelation in several aspects, in particular as it impacted my creativity. I’d always thought of myself as a creative person, in problem-solving on the job as well as my personal life, where I created calendars and greeting cards using my photographs, and a nifty 4-page Christmas greeting I’m still proud of. What I hadn’t expected, once the career was behind me, and my entire time was my own, was the explosion in artistic and imaginative projects! The head was freed up to write more and more, being inspired by scenery, birds, and wildlife on my travels, people and events I encountered. Even though I’ve added in some part-time jobs to facilitate home and auto purchases, the stress is gone and in its place is a contentment and enjoyment of life in my little coastal town.

I had thought that moving to the “end of the road” would mean not much going on, but that would be OK, as there were also no freeways, traffic, or bothersome hustle and bustle. To my amazement I discovered that within a mere 50-mile-radius, there was an abundance of museums, small-town fairs, celebrations, market days, musical venues, and the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge. With Houston 140 miles one way and Rockport and Corpus Christi 50 and 80 miles the other, big city shopping and activities were easily available as well.

I noticed there was no one publication that attempted to promote all this, certainly nothing at all for this endearing shrimping village. Thus was born an 8-page monthly newsletter, “Livin’ on the Bay,” that I started in 2000. "A Coffee Chat with CJ" is my personal column, and seems to be everyone's favorite part. I have great fun with this project, it remains totally my forum, and is well received. I’ve taken a (hopefully) brief respite from publication, to get myself through some personal challenges. I’m hoping this blog will keep my fans supplied for their “CJ fix” for the time being.

I have posted my stories and reminiscences on http://www.ourecho.com/, a website created by Scott Lupo, specifically for such, to preserve the past for future generations. When asked to submit a piece for the “In The Spotlight,” this was my submission. Mr. Lupo introduced me thus: “Carol J. Garriott often delights OurEcho readers with stories and essays that speak to her love of the water. Please check out her ‘In The Spotlight’ piece to know her better.’

Starbursts in the Eyes

Cataract surgery. Something old people have to have. Or so I used to think. Wait, I AM an old people! Well, it has become my time. Had the cataract evaluation visit, and the surgery for the first eye was scheduled last Monday (January 10, 2011). I prepped for 3 days with a series of eye drops, not too difficult (tho I wasted a lot of the drops [which turned out to be rather expensive] in the process), and arrived at the very early surgery appointment sans even coffee.

It was reassuring how everyone explained what they were doing and why, what was going to happen, and so on. They put in an IV on my hand; in case general anesthesia was needed, it could be quickly plugged in. Tape was pulled across my forehead, securing my head to the surgical situation, so nothing would move. No doubt! For sure, I didn't want anything moving. Explaining all the while, they put liquid in my eye, some of which was the anesthetic. Then something was placed over my face, with an arrangement that would keep my lids open. When I had the impulse to blink, I was to go ahead and blink; nothing would move.

Then the doctor got going on his project. There was absolutely no pain, and as they said would happen, I could feel things going on, a bit of pressure, etc. What no one mentioned was the kaleidoscopic light show! Multiple colors, brilliant starbursts, quite a bit like fireworks one sees put on in large cities. Felt like I was in Sydney, Australia on New Years Eve. Blue wave shapes radiated out at one point. Reds, pinks, golden sunset hues, even that breathtaking turquoise the Bay gets just after sunset. Fascinating. Turns out I was giving doctor and nurses a more or less blow-by-blow description of my visions. Dr. chuckled, saying no one had ever done that before! I explained he needed to know I was a writer, and I'd be writing this up on Facebook.

Toward the end of the procedure (5 minutes or so), I was getting a bit tired of the whole thing, I think, and the pressure was a tad intense, such that I wiggled my foot, and got admonition to keep my feet still. I guess everything IS connected. Then it was all over, they stripped off the tape (Yikes!) and after a slight rest, helped me sit up. I was helped to a chair to sit for awhile, to be sure I was OK. Yep, I was. I was released to go with my friend/chauffeur for breakfast, and was to return at 12:30 for a post-surgery check-up. Had to wear the dark glasses, not only for sunlight (had there been any) but to keep wind (of which there was plenty) from blowing stuff in my eye.

Lynn, our waitress at IHOP, kept the coffee coming and boy was it good! I do love my morning coffee. I had the spinach/chicken/mushroom crepes and one of my friend's pancakes. And more coffee. We tarried there until it was time to return to the Victoria Eye Center. Dr. added an additional prescription to deal with some unwanted eye pressure, and made appointment to see me the following morning.

I got home with my 3-page chart for 7 weeks of keeping track of four different prescription eye drops. Turns out they had no generic, and so were rather expensive, even with a drug plan. I was to tape a clear plastic eye shield over my eye at night, so that I wouldn't smush anything. Tuesday morning, I launched out by myself, rather bravely assuming the 6:45 a.m. travel in the dark would be OK. And it was! The crucial test was the intersection where one makes a couple of jogs to get on the road to Victoria, and with plant traffic streaming toward me, I would not have been able to get through it before the surgery. It was great--I could see the lanes, the lane markers, everything, in pitch dark, with traffic lights in my eyes all over the place. When I walked in to the Eye Center, I gave them the arms-up touchdown declaration.

After 3 applications of the $70 bottle of eye drops, the eye pressure was A-OK, and I was to stop that one. Still more inflammation than the Dr. wanted to see, so he upped one of the others to every 2 hours, instead of every 4 hours, and made appointment to see me next Tuesday. I got back to Seadrift in time to open the library at 12 noon.

The schedule of eye drops gradually diminishes in number as the weeks pass. To start, some are to be applied 4 times a day, some 3 times a day. By week 6 and 7, I'll only be putting one in twice a day. Thank goodness for the chart, so you can check off what you've done.

The really good news is that the eye is doing splendid! Aside from the night driving challenge, the problems had come on over time, and I didn't realize how much I was missing. With just the one eye done, I am seeing so much more clearly. I'm extremely thankful for this medical solution to an aging problem that earlier generations simply had to put up with. The second eye surgery will be scheduled soon.

FEBRUARY 19, 2011

Had the 2nd eye operation February 7. All went well, tho the visual kaleidoscope was different than it was for the first eye. Not so much starbursts as rolling, ever-evolving colors, mostly pink and blue, with some off-shoots now and then. I was more aware of the soft sound, of a slightly circular impression. Finished up and I and my chauffeur were sent off to breakfast. IHOP again, can't beat their coffee and pancakes! Went back for the check-up in couple of hours. Dr. declared everything looking like it should, and we headed for home.

A bit of a challenge for this interim period. My old glasses now do not work for anything: distance vision is 20/20 (yay!), so don't have to wear any glasses when walking around, on computer, driving. But for reading, or looking at something close-up, have to have magnifying glass. I invested in some of those store readers, which is getting me through, but drives me nuts, putting them on when I need to see something (prices at stores, reading instructions on boxes), and yanking them off otherwise--Whoa, if I look up with those readers on, I'm in a very nauseous, wavy world! Weekly check-ups show my eyes are doing splendid, continuing with the change of eye drops in the recently done eye, as was done with the first eye. Dr. said a very few "unusual and unique" folks respond to the alternate eye drops much better. Well, we've always known I was unusual and unique, haven't we!

A little more than a week to go, then we can get going on the new glasses. The vision "evolves," they said, for a few weeks, so can't determine prescription for reading portion of glasses until that settles down. All in all, I'm ecstatic about the whole process. Not only is it great to notice much brigher colors in what I see, whiter whites, and everything sharp and clear, but I found the surgery very interesting.

I googled cataract eye surgery and the implants; fascinating! And one of the eye doctors, after I was querying about possible rejection of the implants, told me something truly amazing. He said, first of all, they have no problem with rejection (even with unusual and unique folks). The material used for the implants came about due to a plane crash. Someone in the vision field ran across an anomaly. The airplane windshield shattered in the crash, and the pilot got bits of the windshield in his eyes. To their astonishment, they realized there was absolutely no problem due to this foreign matter in the pilot's eyes. And from that mishap, they began making the eye implants out of this material, that is used for aircraft windshields.

Isn't it an incredible world we live in?