It’s Beginning to Feel Like Summer

Well, it’s finally beginning to feel like summer, almost. Actually it’s been very mild, 65-74 degrees the last few weeks. At night, it stays around 50. And there's a big difference between 36 and 42 at night. About 300 days of the year in the Bay Area, it’s decent weather. About 75 to 80 percent of the time, we Californians can cope and work with it anyway.

What I’m getting to is Saturday, about a week and a half ago, the weather was totally bizarre for June. Cold and rainy all day, going into Sunday.

My wood storage room that I was homesteading at, going on five months, was a nice room, about 15-by-20. There was no electric or plumbing but there was plenty of room to throw crap around.

By about 10 a.m. the door came open,  my bike attached in different ways so no one would steal it. It was the owner and he was showing the building and wasn’t happy when he saw me.

There's a basketball-size hole in the back and he wanted to know if I had did it (and I did do it) but I told him I had only been here two and a half weeks and it must have been the last guy. I explained my situation to him and he said be out in the morning. No big deal. With the good weather, I knew where my next camp was going to be.

My god, in all my years I’ve lived here, I don’t remember a cold and wet Saturday like that day. Like it was six loads later, I found my way back to my three pines campground, about a half a mile away. It wasn’t so hard to do, it was just that it was June and I had to move that day and it was steadily raining and pretty chilly. Oh well.

It's all mental. After you move most of your stuff, you become mentally stronger. The more you tackle the homeless hurdles and challenges, you feel good about it.  It’s all in the mind. It’s just a culture shock and people feel down because they’re losing their luxuries, one by one, but they’re just not used to it.