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And as  I was about to say goodbye, I blurted out. “But I have a family room with its own entrance, bathroom, shower and TV.  And they can use the kitchen to make meals.”

“Would that work? ” The three showed up on our first hot June day.  Grandpa’s truck with the two teen’s bikes in the back.  The three piled out of the truck and shook my hand. The two 14-year-old boys introduced themselves.  One as just a friend of the family.  And the other introduced his Grandpa and himself as relatives of the Baker.  They were going to get up early to help the Baker  and be back late in the day.

Of course, right away they wanted to see the Barn.  Nick had thrown a rope on one of the pine trees and put up a swing on a high tree limb. Year’s ago when Emma was 12.  Grandpa was on the swing while the boys ran around the property.  There was no discussion about my situation and I was thankful they didn’t ask.

They set up sleeping bags in the family room on my curved sectional.  Grandpa handed me the $850 check.

Breathe again!  It felt like gold in my hands.  Breathe Innnnnn and Ouuuuut.

I showed them the closet in the family room for their clothes.  How the TV worked. And towels for the shower.  We went into the kitchen where the boys told me they would make protein shakes for breakfast.  So, I showed them the Vitamix, but then I turned around and the two boys were in the living room wrestling.

“Whoa! not in the house guys.”  They both yelped and grinned and ran out the door.  Grandpa came into get a cup of coffee and said, “Thank you for helping us.”I told him I would primarily be working upstairs and leave them be downstairs.

The boys took off every morning on their bicycles, and Grandpa drove off a short time later.  We had a pleasant routine for the first couple of weeks.

 

Culinary School is over for the year.  Hurray. No dish pit!  Boo no Financial aid. Told there would be no Summer School and no Financial aid.  Due to the Recession. They promised me that come August -when the classes would start again-I would receive a check.  Okay.  However, that leaves me with three months of no money.

I spent hours online looking for some telemarketing work.  I found a  job online to do SEO Search Engine Optimization.  We are an established Internet Marketing and SEO company.  We are targeting small and medium sized businesses looking for Sales Executives.  Compensation will be a performance draw of $1,000 monthly based on the procurement of new accounts and monthly residual.

Previous home based work experience, strong verbal communication skills, exceptional customer service, and relationship building.  Tomorrow is first hired webcam for the new group of hires.  The commission could save me but is it real?  I don’t know .  They say 1k base.   Who knows?  I don’t know.

I proudly now have the horse trailer, plus three boats, and two cars in the field!  Next, I want to rent my Barn.  I have a new Ad running on Craig’s list: 600 SQ FEET IN THE BOTTOM OF MY BARN.  GREAT FOR ARTIST, HOBBIES, ETC.

I received a call from out of state.  They had two teenage boys and a Grandpa that were looking to stay a month in town to help their Uncle run a Bakery.  They would bring bikes and ride each day to work.  The barn location was close to the Bakery.  The would pay $850 for the month because there would be three people.  They fiqured that would be the cost of a hotel.  Is the barn available?

I dropped to my knees.  I am on the phone with this stranger who sounds kind and offering real money!!  However, I quickly realized that there is no plumbing in the Barn.

However, I needed to do a few things first.

So I walked over to my neighbor, who lived at the bottom of the hill.  I was the only one who lived on the top of the hill with a view of the Mountain.

Jim and his wife, Betty, offered coffee and we sat at the kitchen table.  Without hesitation, I told them I needed money, and that I was going to park cars and boats in my field.

They looked a little stoned at this suggestion , but they realized I was asking them for money or I was going to do this alternative.

Guess what they decided?

Yeah.

I called my business Two Pines and A Cone.  I kept the ads running and the phone never stopped.

I no longer felt quilty or remorse and no responsibility for our business.

Nick and I no longer existed.

As for Nick. I had no idea what he was doing for money, and at this point I had to move forward.

With the divorce now behind me I feel like a horse running back as fast as they can to the barn.   Blessed and cursed with getting to keep my home.  I now actually have the opportunity to make money.

How?  Sell my furniture?  Rent out my barn? But the best surprise came by a phone call.  Thinking it surely was another client that desperately needed attention.  I no longer felt guilty or remorse.  I had no responsibility to a job that no longer existed.  As for Nick  I had no idea what he was doing for money and at this point I had to move forward.

However, the phone call was not for Nick.  It was for the Property Owner who happened to be me!   Can you see my grin?  It was an auto dealer who had driven by my property and saw the large field at the bottom of the house on the hill.  They were interested in parking their over supply of cars in the field. They would pay.

PAY!!!!?

The next day one of the representatives drove a car out into my field right up to where I was standing in my rubber boots. (The field can get muddy and it is  bumby not like a manicure lawn.)

Well, Mame.  I appreciate your call back.  A heavy set mustached man with a gray suit was looking at the bottom of his shoe, while talking to me and stated that the field would not work for the amount of cars they wanted to park.

Ok.  I said nodding.  Immeadiatly I went back to the house got on Craig’s List and put in and ad.  I got a call that evening.  Can you see my grin is showing all my teeth. YES!

Now i just had to figure out how much to charge.  The call was from a woman who had a horse trailer and i was to meet her down in the field at 8am.  I looked at other parking ads and saw a variety of prices.  So i decided on $54 a month.  When she arrived she was friendly and willing to pay but I realized (not really much of a mathematician) as we already know, but if  I dropped the price to $55.00 if she gave me 3 months up front that would be a whopping $165 RIGHT NOW.

She said YES.  So, I realized I had a real deal here.

I had bills and bills and bills.  I  immediately started to sell the furniture and the Jaguar.  The Jaguar had always had issues.  The old joke you need one for you and one for your mechanic.  But it was actually the $450 a month payment which was the biggest issue.  Nothing could be done, nothing was allowed to be sold until after the final divorce papers.

It was my first sports car and I immeadiatly got hooked on speed.  You could race around a semi-truck in the middle of a rain storm and the tires would be gripping the asphalt as if becoming part of it.  It was thrilling.  It had all the bells and whistle including a sun roof and a fantastic stereo.  It made me feel like we had worked hard and long to reach this place and it felt very much like a reward.

It also gave me a lot of comfort, when on days I couldn’t get it together. I would go to my favorite road that was windy up hill and long.  By the time I got home the music , the wind in my hair, the speed, had me in a better place before everything had crashed in my life. Knowing that it would end soon I went to check on the farm truck that our daughter had taken to college and came back with scratches and dents, big and little, and the red paint was chipped.

I knew the clutch had gone out, what I did’nt know, since it had been locked and parked for almost 2 years.  It was entirely full…of mold.  Mold on the seats, the seat belts, the floor, the floor mat, the ceiling, the side panels, the dashboard and even the  steering wheel.  The smell was horrid.

It reminded me of our first year of marriage and our apartment kitchen was wood walls and floors. And a blue refrigerator and oven.  We had been gone for a month traveling and the refrigerator had been unpluged!  The mold and smell inside was like a 1,000 people vomited in a stadium.

I cleaned the truck the same way I cleaned the refrigerator. With a lot of hot water and vinegar and washed it down entirely.

I found a mechanic who helped me sell the Jaguar.  He came and fixed the clutch. And start the battery.  And kept my beat up old red truck working.

Goodbye $450 a month payments.

 

Nick is a no show. Trial has been cancelled.  The Judge signed the settlement papers. Divorce was finalized April 2O, 2011.  Nick has the financial responsibility to pay the October 2010 property taxes as ordered by the court.

Which he did not pay.  My attorney is putting a  lien on him in regards to the $4555.61 back taxes from October.  But our hopes of acquiring any payment are very nil.  As he has moved out of state, is unemployed and seems to have alcoholic and drug problems.

Because it was a separation (without a divorce decree in a community property state)  I was ordered by the court not to sell any community personal property. This has posed financial challenges.  Right now I’m able to pay my mortgage with the financial aid from school and will soon have work study available for the summer quarter.

Attaching an escrow account with interest and fees on an adjustable mortgage and living on financial aid, no spousal support alone after a 39 year marriage without a partner and without family who I could turn to for financial help in a recession.  I can only ask you for help.

I have carefully assess the situation and know that it can be resolved, but I need you to work with me as I need at least 30-60 days to be able to sell enough belongings to gather the full amount and pay County immediately when received.

I will then be able to have County help me wth the October 2011 tax as I will qualify for the deferment program for those who are facing financial hardship as I had 0  income in 2010.

I will then be able to set aside the necessary funds each month to pay the April 2012 property tax,  so that I will never end up in this unpleasant situation again.

First, I can’t even count change.  Let alone do the formula required to bake. To make a cake, you need 16 eggs, to put in those giant tubs.  And I could not even remember how many eggs  I put in!  And messed up the recipe and would have to start over.

As a class, we made cookies, cinnamon rolls, brownies, scones, muffins, cream puffs, eclair, croissants, cupcakes, danish turnover, whole cakes, whole-fruit pies, cream parfait cups, cheesecakes, whole tiramisu, bagels, bread, panini, ciabatta, focaccia, milk rolls and sold to the student body what we made.

The best part was we got to taste everything!!  And those we didn’t sell we ate!  I waited all day for that one moment of pleasure.

Leigh would bake after class for the four of us.  We would sit in the main foyer where the table and chairs were and joke about the course of or life.  One day Willow pushed her long red hair back behind her ear and said. ”Guess what guys, we are going to have a big final test presention.”  Dylan shrugged at her and slumped in the cafeteria chair.  Marcus cupped his hands around his mug, “Oh Shit.”

At the same time, Leigh over and above with excitement!  She knew exactly how to get back to Chef Penny, who always gave her bad grades.

Just to piss off the teacher, Leigh’s presentation was going to be on edible underwear!!

 

Chef Penny divided up our classroom into groups of four.  I was lucky to have Marcus again.  Tim had decided cooking wasn’t for him and left school.  And we had  a new guy.  Dylan, who has smoked his joint first thing in the morning.  He smells like he has never washed and walks heavily.

Willow  in our group had long red hair.  The first thing she said to me was she didn’t know about my generation.  However, her generation has to shave down there.  And it itches like Hell.  I told her I was sorry.  Cause my generation didn’t seem to have a problem with a Fur Burger.  We became instant friends! With at least 30 years of age difference.

And the last one in my group was Leigh.  So incredibly talented.  She could have been the teacher.  And she knew it.  She could bake and make anything.  I learned so much from her.  I know we were the envy of the baking class because of her.

With the trial so close, I didnt have the patience to bake.  I never seemed to be able to follow the instructions.  My mind literally twisted in knots as each day got closer to trial.

“Baking is based on the science of chemistry.  And accurate measuring is important to consistent baking results.”  Chef Penny said to the class.

Oh God, help me.  Number one, science, chemistry and accuracy are all things i know nothing about.  And by now, I had survived the dish pit, and chicken pot pie and making cafeteria sandwiches feeling ever the Lunch Lady.

However, nothing as scary as the size of industry baking equipment.  The kitchen floor held enormous industrial mixers.  As tall as me that could chop off your arm.  A colossal bakery floor, the size of a basketball court.

It all scared me.

 

So, my first day of Baking class was terrible.  All i could think about was having the teacher sign my Financial Aid so that i could pay my mortgage.  It was a cold, sour morning.

I almost dropped to my knees when the group of us hanging by the door, wondering why the Teacher/Chef was not there to greet us. We were told not to return in three more days as Chef is at a Bake Off, half a state away.

I went inside the school bathrom stall.  Locked the door and cried.  I had not one penny.  Not one under the seat cushion.  Not one on the floor. Not one on the floor of my Jaquar.  Not one could I find on the street.  Threatening text messages from Nick and his girlfriend became a big part of this Spring Quarter.  But that wasn’t even the worst part. Spring Quarter went from April to the middle of June.  And I was facing Trial on March 23, 2011.

To the Judge, you are a stranger with no time to understand my values, background, experience, etc.  Just like the Police.  They do not know you from Adam. Most likely the Judge will tell you to sell the house.  My biggest fear is no home.

Walking the streets with all my belongings in a shopping cart.

Three days later, we were introduced to our Baking Chef.  Her name was Penny. She was a no-makeup, serious bad hair, hippie, who still talked about her EX and the property she had lost.

And of course, that was the exact same road I was heading down, losing the property.  I was too embarrassed to tell Chef Penny my personal problems. It was hard enough for me as Baking is just another word for Math.

 

 

THE DISHPIT

The whole process could stop and usually Chef had to reach in there to reset and my god that took courage, because that jaw could easily have snaped his hand off.

But it was a chance to take a breath, cool off and admire this kids courage, enthusiasm, and fun spirit.  He always said, I had a smile. But he was always smiling at me!

So  once the hole let go of the spoon the process begin.  You grab a sprayer the size of a dinner plate and run water through it.  There was a tray for just cups that you had to pick up and swing inside the washer, which also had a slidng door. Run it through, then a tray for just cups. You have to pick up and swing inside the washer, which had a sliding door.

Fill the tray with cups and slide through the fun filled “Car Wash Dish Pit” that invariable jammed too.  When it jammed you had to turn everything off.

I was already scared of the ovens and the dishwasher was bigger than and all the knobs and slide buttons.

So , once you slid open, the trough steam hit you in the face at 100 miles an hour! I could feel my bangs curl and my mascara run.  As quick as possible you would fix the cup track and slam the door shut.

After about 100 times in the dish pit.  I had rhythm and FUN.  When the waitstaff, usually the next period, who was their first experience, and now I have had a whole quarter under my belt. They would bring the dishes up to the tray. Which my head was above and I would shout at them in my best dish pit voice HEY WE AINT TAKING NO MORE DISHES TODAY.

The look on their face  ha ha!   Their mouth would open wide.  Their eyebrows would raise up, and they looked like they had just step in dog poop.

Oh god that was fun..  What I didnt like was delivering the clean dishes to their proper places.

Nobody told me I could put them all on a tray!  So I was carrying that heavy load and I know the quarter above was laughing their heads off.

Or the next best thing was to spray a Chef.