Double-Wide

I’m located in a trailer in Encinitas for the next month, pretending to be a relative of a dude from Phoenix who owns but rarely uses this place. While my latest residence is located 1 block from the beach with a parking spot, it’s never going to be marketed by Airbnb as a chic retro property. I’ve broken a few things just trying to open or clean them. However, my standards are flexible. I can wiggle into the bedroom sideways as long as I limit desserts. While I don’t surf the world-famous waves nearby, there’s a wifi connection to surf the internet. I’m just happy to be here, having barely escaped a flash flood mudslide on I-5 on my drive down, which happened to be near the anniversary of the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake. To reminisce, I avoided the bridge collapse by walking miles through the rubble of San Francisco. Do I miss living in California? Not really.

It is nice to be able to hang out with Dad and take him around town for meals and doctor appointments. He was recently busted at his favorite deli for stealing pickles in a giant Tupperware container, dutifully reported by my brother. Sid is now on pickle probation; however I’m enabling him with organic sauerkraut. I told his doctor, who thought it was hysterical that he was finally caught and congratulated him on his criminal tendencies. I brought Sid to the mobile home park to get his perspective on my lodging - he informed me that it’s actually a single-wide on raised concrete blocks with a “stump” addition, complete with electrical fire hazards. But such a good deal.

Snippets from my trailer trash life: I have a feline roommate, a black cat, perfect for Halloween, who runs in when I open the door. Unfortunately I tripped over the cat and snapped the hinges on my laptop. I found a guy who will fix it for free. An awesome food truck is a short stroll away, owned by Dad’s doctor’s son-in-law. My cruiser bike has damaged brakes but I mostly ride on flat streets. My teeth are still intact. Stay tuned for further developments.