a hard landing, hail and helluva wild ride

I prayed for a soft landing on the 6-day drive from there to here.

Two words. Ain’t happenin’.

Transitional Housing Ain’t Just for Ex-Cons

When transitional housing becomes lasting, you’ve got a problem! Like I wrote before, there’s something peculiar about the Denver area housing. Craigslisters with rooms rarely respond to inquiries. They really don’t.

I’ve been able to eke out three viewings. None is it for whatever reason. Okay, reasons are unaffordability and Internet.

So a week in a motel going on two. Is this really me writing these words?!? Transitional housing. Not so much. When I unload half my car into the motel room, as I’m about to do, it’s scary!

Sick Tooth Needs TLC

Actually it needs a root canal.

My suspicions are confirmed (yesterday). I left Tacoma with a sick infected molar. I arrived in Denver with same.

Only difference is that once the antibiotics ceased, the discomfort and pain returned full force. So I break down, spend yesterday researching and making calls and seeing an endodontist.

Bad news is that the molar’s in pretty bad shape. Lots of bone loss and other unpleasantries — p.s. all directly due to impoverishment in Tacoma, NOT procrastination or fear of dentists. I’ve been living in the dentist chair since age 6. Care of teeth is a top priority under normal circumstances. (Tacoma/WA were not.)

Good news is that the tooth, though in bad shape, can still be saved — though chances diminish with delayed treatment. With the oh-so-fun root canal.

I’m no stranger to root canals (neither many other procedures missed by the population with the good dental genes).

That dental dam though freaks me out. I have serious suffocation issues. For that I’d actually go for the sedation except that it requires someone to drive you home. And I know no one.

Root canal scheduled next week. I may bow out — postpone — for various reasons. Meanwhile, I’m on round 3 of antibiotics (which serve to ease the pain) and simply must track down that liquor store selling rye whiskey.

I’m Gassy

Rather, my car is. The fuel gauge that began behaving erratically a couple hours into my exit has calmed down but has not fully regained my trust. I continue to record mileage and fuelings.

New is the Check Engine Light being on. Then off a couple days later, with no assistance from me or anyone else. Reason tells me it’s connected to the whacked-out fuel gauge/sensor.

Could be a loose connector. I’m in no position to check with my car still fully loaded. Realistically, I’m in no position to check even with the car emptied.

Driving around with a full load for nearly two weeks is no fun. Consumes more fuel and as with a puppy or child you can’t leave it unattended too long and must be constantly vigilant about where to park.

Fuel gauge. Another repair on a long list carried with me from WA.

Never a Dull Moment

That goes for housing – or lack thereof. Infected tooth screaming for relief and root canal. And the skies.

I’d say I brought the Pacific Northwest rain with me except it’s not true.

In the past week I’ve been here, however, Denver and Colorado have experienced daily thunderstorms — dramatic ones with booming thunder and rapid lightning that turns heaven into a light show — that both locals and news assure are NOT typical!

I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One minute a monsoon rain strikes. Gusts driving the hard rain or hail – yes, hail! — parallel to the ground. Streets flooded. Cars submerged to their hoods.

A slew of us yesterday gather at Costco’s exit waiting half an hour for the sudden winds to quit shaking the trees into bent tummyache positions and the torrential rains to let up into regular drops, then a drizzle.

And 20 minutes later, the tumultuous clouds move eastward and the sky shines crystal-clear blue and sunny! Heck, it can be pouring where you are and across the street it’s dry and clear!! Never a dull moment, that is for sure!

So in Short

My current life — housing, employment, the when of the root canal and more — amounts to one big fat question mark.

This much, however, is certain:

I’m in the right place.

I love it here! Every day I wake up smiling because the sun is out.

And if it’s not, it will be shortly.

The skies are alive with the colors of Colorado. {sung to tune of “Sound of Music”}

And therefore I too am brought back to life.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. DJ
    Jul 15, 2011 @ 18:11:13

    Good to know you’re in the right place. It’s absurd how housing is non-existent. Any locals shine a bit o’ light on the reasons for the lack of housing?

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    • allycatadventures
      Jul 16, 2011 @ 08:28:40

      @DJ – It’s not a dearth of a shared housing that plagues Denver (as I mentioned in the prior post), rather a lack of responses by those advertising their rooms/homes. It’s quite quite pronounced and quite peculiar.

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  2. fotografzahl
    Jul 15, 2011 @ 18:31:52

    Glad you like your new climate. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Hope your tooth problems will be solved for good soon…

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    • allycatadventures
      Jul 16, 2011 @ 08:33:39

      @fotografzahl – Long time no see! I couldn’t ask for a better-suiting climate, except at a beach. And there are no beaches to be found in Colorado! ๐Ÿ˜‰ A root canal will definitely fix what ails the tooth. They’re neither pleasant nor cheap and so I will be putting it off until I can afford it … not good for the tooth or me but no other option at this point really ….

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  3. katie
    Jul 15, 2011 @ 23:30:56

    Been there done that with the root canal.I ignored a toothache until it got really bad..I had to go to my cousin’s wedding with a raging toothache and I *know* everyone was wondering why I was holding my jaw a lot of the time!

    Luckily, I did get the root canal, 2 days after I got home. Instant relief.It also helped that I had a good dentist who made sure I had plenty of novocaine!

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    • allycatadventures
      Jul 16, 2011 @ 08:36:34

      @katie – Yeah, left to its own devices, a painful sick tooth never gets better on its own! And an infected tooth left unattended too long can develop an abscess and from there it’s Pain Central and a fatal decline that sends many finally rushing to the dentist begging for relief. That or rushing for a pair of pliers. ๐Ÿ™‚

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