May 17th 2013
Unexpected Pleasures in the Middle of Late Afternoon…
I thought I was going to do work today at one of my favorite shopping, eating, networking and writing places-The Whole Foods Market at Bella Terra. I walked through the door and heard some jazz music playing and I knew it wasn’t played over the speakers but was coming from the far corner by a wonderful jazz vocalist Maria Schafer and a jazz bassist, drummer and electric guitar…..I realized that this was one of the those days where there would be a major change in plans. I knew I needed some JOY in my LIFE and told a friend I hadn’t don’t anything enjoyable in a month. I think this is what the doctor ordered…..just allowing a little time for some jazzy syncopation and seeing the expressions on people’s faces as they walk through the door.
It is wonderful to do what you love for a living. That is what they do with every song they sing. When I walked up and talked to them to ask what the name of their band was, I said they should turn her voice up.
What have you done lately that gave you joy?
What happened to you that made you want to immediately change your plans and know your plan change was the better choice?
I was on the phone with attorneys all day-or so it felt like it, trying to put the pressure on The John Stewart Company to give me the one bedroom place they promised me months ago, providing I clean up my credit which I did a month ago. Meanwhile I have been building hotel bills and storage costs and that was not the intent.
I know that with what I did today justice will be served and I will get my place and The John Stewart Company will realize that they should finish what they begin and that FRAUD is a serious crime.
I looked in the corner and saw a friend of mine named Peter in the corner with a smile as big as mine, who is a piano teacher. I met him I think when the Grammy awards were on here and we were both eating sitting next to each other.
That is the cool thing about this place, because interesting, intelligent and kind people come here. Does that mean that I am those things then? I guess so.
It is a few minutes till 7 p.m. on Friday night May 17th, 2013
I would love to go out with a nice guy and continue going out with a nice guy and repeat until infinitum, but instead a goofball I met the other day left a voicemail on my phone accusing me of something I never did. Why on earth Lord do you allow me to meet weirdoes with psycho issues? Do me a favor and allow me to not hear from him again. He changes personalities like he changes his underwear.
Due to the things I have had happen to me this last year I am starting to have trust issues. My Toshiba Dual Processor laptop was stolen yesterday afternoon at a Del Taco I was at in Stanton. It was there one moment next to me and I had to bring the rest of my suitcases in the place, since I have been living out of hotels since before April 1st of this year due to being evicted by my brother in law and sister from what was my mom’s huge duplex house in Garden Grove.
The law firm that I hired to fix up my credit took out another $70 out of my checking making me a nice $100 overdrawn now and totally broke. I sit with my fifty nine cent water from Whole Foods Market and there really isn’t much else I can get with the small amount of change I have left. I have two words to describe poverty. It sucks.
I called countless places entitled “transitional living centers” or “transitional living” and I never heard back from the ones that actually took single women and-which is a miracle. Mostly take only women with kids, which go against my civil rights as a woman and human being to have services. I needed money when my ex quit paying me alimony and if I had a kid I could have gotten $800 per child. Something is flawed with our social service system and welfare programs.
It caters to people who have children but give no rewards for those who did things right, but might need temporary financial assistance, as in my case.
I know I am not the only one who thinks it is flawed too. I am not a bigot but the services were created by bigots who give preferential treatment to Latinos. Why else would they ask, are you Latino? What do I get if I answer yes?
The band just arrived back; thank heaven to soothe my shattered nerves. I have no “family” to speak of any more, with exception to my mother who is alive and well but lives with my cruel and hateful sister who screens the calls and won’t give my mother the phone.
I hate to write about things like this, but it is my life now. I know a friend gave me the idea to create visitation rights. I wonder how much that little beauty would cost me?
I hate lawyers because all the ones I have hired, with exception to Mark Murrell from United Credit Enhancement, have lied to me in one form or another. I took a 12 year court case and ended it in two days by simply writing my ex-husband’s new wife. They wrote the check for five thousand dollars more than his attorney was offering, and she said via email, “You are right Paulette. You do deserve five thousand more.” Then they paid what he owed me and nothing more.
I talked to my friend Gina Garcia who works at Oz at The Bella Terra here. It had been ages since I saw or talked to her. Her phone was broken and the only way we communicated was through Facebook or in person. After telling her the whole convoluted story about The Vista Del Rio, what I was promised, which she knew about, and what I got….
My Sun Tran bus accident….and how my sister’s evilness reached its high point when she called my favorite Uncle Lewis in Tucson, AZ and made up lies about me making him say I had 5 days to leave there, after a 13 hour bus ride. Just writing about it makes my blood boil! She has always been jealous of me and never accomplished academically what I did, didn’t work as hard as I did and instead of having a Triple Win Mentality as I do, she has more of a Triple Loss Mentality.
God forbid her to help her little sister, or ask how I am doing? She was the other half of the reason I was “evicted” from my mother’s house without my mother knowing it. They made sure she didn’t know anything which is why they banned all the calls I tried to make to her.
I am writing about this because though I don’t think it is particularly rewarding to write about it; it needs to be written. The truth needs to be said. The whole story why I had my immediate things I rely on to survive in a grocery cart yesterday and why I hung around a Del Taco trying to find a place to go. (It was one of the most humiliating, embarrassing things I ever went through…..)but here I am. Having my computer stolen when I turned my back and brought in my two suitcases is a SAD COMMENTARY on SOCIETY. Where are the people to open a door and help? God knows the slime of the world can seem to always find me!
I know in time I will have a place, a kitchen, a stove and a full fridge and normal life as I once knew it will resume. I am totally sick of coming up with the money for the next day in a crappy hotel. Believe me folks, I tried all the other options. I am hoping my friend Gina can find room at her place somewhere. I can simply pay her something for staying there. She also said she would ask her family if I can put some of my things costing me my vital organs through U-haul in her garage. When the president of U-Haul said he would “give me a storage vault”, I thought that meant just that! Now with that storage vault he gave me I have a $100 bill that goes with it, with the other $200. I will look for a cheaper unit to move it all to. I bet I can find one. I guess if I hadn’t written this I wouldn’t have thought of that!
I have a beautiful rosewood table for sale with a glossy finish like my piano. It comes with 5 chairs for $300 cash. I don’t need it anymore and use the cash a lot more and a smaller storage unit, in other words, LESS STUFF.
It is nearly 8 p.m. now. How does an hour pass so quickly when my hands are flying to the beat of the jazz music band and Maria Schafer.
I met an amazing person at Panera Bread in Huntington Beach named Amos H. He was there working on his dissertation for his Ph.d in business with a sub-specialty in Virtual Teams. I didn’t want to bother him but I couldn’t help but ask questions on what exactly a dissertation was and what was involved in writing one. He manages many all over the world and also has an MBA in business. He graduated from Devry, one of the best computer/technology schools around.
I want to write more to this but this is a good start.
Stay tuned…..more to come.
I am testing out my Android WordPress app.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Just one of the many reasons I look forward to getting on Facebook are the extraordinary people I have met on there. One of the people this year I came in contact with is a man named Asit Saha who writes poetry that makes you think in new and positive ways.
He just wrote this one today and every time he writes a new poem he sends it to me. It is like getting a bouquet of roses in words in my email box.
Confusion and mystery
Overcast mind sky,
Riddle remains unsolved,
No principle of “Nature”, I can defy.
When newly born babies cry,
We are sad,
When the dearests die.
Revolving around the Sun,
We are moving with loving Earth,
Flow of Creation through destruction,
Retains our sorrow and mirth.
But our senses affirms emotion,
In containing truth and lie,
Never I dare principle to defy.
Written by Asit Saha
Copyright May 5th, 2013
Printed with permission by the author
I want to work with the budget makers in Orange County, CA so that I never see another homeless disabled person at the bus stops! We need to take care of our own in our own cities first, then look outward to give to other countries. If we do not do that we are weakening ourselves from a fiscal standpoint and our people suffer needlessly. America is the richest nation on earth if we would only use our resources in a smarter way seeing that people’s basic needs are met.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
From NealEnJoy…a few words about worrying…….
I found a great post on Word Press that asked his reader this telling question so I thought I would ask the readers of Totally Inspired Mind.
What book impacted your life in a good way that has left a lasting imprint on your soul?
Share the book title with the readers on the site here.
I read Helen Keller’s biography when I was a kid in 5th grade and shared it with my friend Cheryle Lightcap, who was blind and sat in the back of the class with her countless books in braille. After seeing what Helen Keller did and was blind and deaf, with the help of Anne Sullivan, I knew I could do anything I would set my mind to do in life. What I was diagnosed with, epilepsy, even though not well controlled, seemed like nothing by comparison.
Helen Keller is to this day my heroine and if you read her essay called “Optimism” you will see just what a genius she was and it is so incredible because she wrote as though she could see and spoke of topics like philosophy, religion, and politics.
Read any of Helen Keller’s books. She didn’t just write one, but over 20! You can find them all by searching her name in the books section on Amazon and also talking to a good librarian. Her book Mid Life was written later in her life. Even in her late years, she referred to Anne Sullivan as her “teacher”.
My mother was always my “Anne Sullivan” to me instilling values, and integrity and my belief system as well as fostering every talent I possess. The best I am I owe to her.
I hope others write and tell what books made an impression on them as I did here.
Paulette Le Pore Motko
This post will give you a bird’s eye view of what it is like to be in a wheel chair and reliant on someone else for your care and welfare. Patty who wrote this on her blog called Ok, so far-is a courageous person and I hope that she gains strength and is able to gain as much independence and strength as she is able to and peace of mind.
This will make you very thankful for what you have. I know it did me.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Totally Inspired Mind
A wonderful quote by C. S. Lewis from the blog called Lana’s Life.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Totally Inspired Mind