I didn’t know what to expect when I went to go pick up your belongings. I had never done anything like that before. I hadn’t read about it in a story or seen anything like it in a movie. I was worried about getting there on time and worried about parking.
I was the only car parked in the parking lot, and there was nobody in line. I went to the window, showed my ID, and they said to wait.
I was called into a room and there I waited. It was like an office but there was only one door and a window with a hole cut out where things get passed through. I brought a bag because I didn’t know what to expect, I didn’t know what my father had on him.
He had some cash on him, but they give you a check and not cash. They gave me his wallet, which was empty and gave me all of what was in it, separately. I don’t remember the contents of what I came home with, but it wasn’t anything that I kept.
Most of it smelled and all of it didn’t have any sentimental value to me.
I was scared about doing it. But I was glad when it was all over.
The building was beautiful, very historic. It somehow made the whole process easier for me.
I am doing monthly personal challenges to help motivate myself.
It is a simple way for me to try and do something everyday for 30 days.
I will update this post for what I plan on doing next month.
Here are the things that I remembered about you:
- One time you ate the couch in half
- You would get excited about the windshield wiper, you maybe thought it was a bird
- When I would drive you in fey, the leaves would come out from underneath the hood and you would look backwards at the leaves flying out of the car
- The first time I drove you downtown to Erin’s loft, you sat on my lap most of the way
- It made me laugh when we went to the dog park and when you got tired with catching the ball, you would just go and lay down in the shade
I am running some scripts and they are faulty terrible scripts, So they make the computer run slow. I wanted to restart the OS X computer every night to just refresh what they did. I was having troubles with this and finally just sat down and troubleshooted it.
sudo crontab -e
In Crontab, And enter this and change the time to when you want to restart OS X:
10 0 * * * /sbin/shutdown -r now
The above code will restart the computer at 00:10 every day (morning)
Hopefully this will help others as it has helped me.
I had boxes of BMX trophies from when I competed in BMX racing. All of them were first place. I was to Young to remember everything, I really only remember the last day that I ever rode BMX competitively.
The BMX racetrack was more than an hour away. It was in Oxnard, we had to take four freeways there and the last one wasn’t finished being built. From there it was an hour drive by streets. My bike was attached to the roof of the car on a roof rack.
We get going and by the time we get to the third freeway I hear a wiggle from the roof. This wasn’t normal and I look backwards and I see my bike landing on the freeway behind us and see a car run over it. I was devastated. We stop the car to get it and it is mangled beyond recognition.
We drive back to the house and I grab my heavy duty BMX bike. That is just for riding around the neighborhood. It weighs a ton, and I am devastated about the bicycle that just got destroyed.
We hop back into the car and race to make it to the competition. We make it on time and I notice that one of my rivals is now sponsored by 7-eleven. He has a tent setup just for him. I don’t really know if I knew who he was or even if he was my rivals. But I remember being floored by this. I had won every race, why didnt I have this.
I remember being forced to race, I wanted nothing to do with it. After the gate opens I remember going towards the first turn and just falling over and getting mangled with the other riders. I don’t know why, but I did my best to just finish the race. I remember it being the only time that I ever fell in a race. It was the only partcipation trophy I had ever recieved.
At the end of this, I knew it was my last BMX race ever. I was defeated. I had won so many races before and this was my first loss. I had never had these feelings before. I didn’t want to ever feel that way again.
And I never did. I never did a BMX competition after that. I thought that the bike is what helped me win. Writing this now is the only time I have ever really talked about it. Some thirty years later.