There were many traumas associated with San Franciso's massive cuts to
the Department of Public Health in early 2009. My 21-year forensic nursing
position came to a crashing halt and, at 64, I retired. My pension and
social security weren't nearly adequate enough to stay in my home of 14
years. I finally thought, "I'll live part of my time in India so I can see old friends
and live less expensively than in the Bay area. It killed me, though, to part
with so many belongings ( my boys always called my treasures "junk" but
they were precious to me. I had hundreds of books - and 500 cookbooks.
I had to go through everything before I sent it off to Goodwill or gave it
away, hence, twice I rebooked my India flight, with a penalty.
Here are just some of the books that are no longer in my possession.
Hardest of all was discarding all my forensic books, conference notes,
and the like. I just couldn't ( and still don't ) accept that my, profession of
almost fifty years, was over.
These boxes are merely a fraction to which I bade farewell. The few I kept have
been in a foggy storage unit and are probably not worth keeping now.
I am participating in Gattina's