When the 2007 recession hit, work slowed way down, like, to nothing.
By 2009, it hadn't gotten much better. We were asked to leave the home we had rented for 18 years so the landlords son could be close to UCLA.
My wife's family was in bad shape. She had been spending a lot of time in Michigan taking care of them beginning in 2007 while I stayed home, looking for work.
We ditched a lot of stuff in March of 2009. I put my tools in a storage unit so I could work when there was work, put my instruments and household items in an adjoining unit and moved into a room in a house whose backyard adjoined a huge cemetery. My daughter had been living with her future husband for a couple years. Together she and my wife had placed all but half a dozen cats of 22 we had before we moved. My wife moved to Michigan to see her family go, one by one. We spoke again for the first and last time at our daughters wedding in 2013.
When you MUST consolidate, you get rid of a lot of stuff, keep what you think you will need and, discard the rest.
One day when I was at my storage unit putting some tools away from that days work, a man came up to me and asked me to take a very fancy table his father had made. He had no place for it and he wanted someone who would appreciate the workmanship of his fathers hands to have it.
That table is beside my bed, the mystery of chance or there for a reason.
Quitting smoking doesn't happen by chance. Quitting smoking is no mystery.
As you invest yourself in your quit, your quit grows.
Before last Christmas she was put in a nursing home but she had been living up near San Francisco with her youngest daughter the past couple of years.
I did see her last year at the Mexican restaurant that makes chile relleno's as big as your hand for a family get together. I will sorely miss her.
I wrote her a letter before last Christmas telling her how much I enjoyed our Christmases together. Making Aunt Minnie's cookies the day after Thanksgiving so they could cure by Christmas. Camping trips to Yosemite for two weeks every summer. Sometimes Big Sur, Huntington Lake, Dripping Springs or the Desert.
My mom was the bookkeeper for her first husbands business (auto wrecking-mid 50's) when we were young and during summer vacation we got to play in all the cars while mom was working. Their dad owned the Texaco gas station half a block away. This was when they had above ground tanks on trestle type supports with catwalks on both sides and a ladder to climb up.
She lived in the avocado capital of the world beginning in the 70's (18 miles inland) and I used to go have avocado toast with her 60 years ago. My family was full of carpenters and tradesmen and they gathered and each donated their trade to build her and her second husband a huge ranch home on a hill overlooking avocado groves. She had horses and chickens as I recall. They called it "Miller's Outpost."
I was on the road performing at that time so I didn't participate.
She was my go to friend when I was 10 and needed to talk to someone.