Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Graffiti With a Message


I do not know who painted this graffiti, but I wish I did.  I'd happily take the artist out for a beer.

The first time I saw this, I was struck.  I still am.

Every time I see this print, I get to thinking about how much I want my own  brick & mortar business, and what a frustrating road it has been to get there--lots of delays and not enough answers when I'm polite about things.   I can sort of relate to perhaps why the artist in the photo finally spray-painted his feelings on the side of an defunct theatre--one way or another, 'S' was going to know how the artist felt.  No doubt, no ambiguity.

I finally took a hint from this photo, and the other day,  I wrote a letter to the powers that be over where I would have my brick & mortar biz, laid matters out factually,  and asked why I wasn't getting a solid answer from all the departments that had to give me a yay or nay response?

 So, to make a long story short, we had a conference call to discuss the situation, and I got my answer.  and it was yes.  I can have my biz more or less where I want it.  Not necessarily in the form I'd want it, but at least I can have it in a way that is work-able for me.

This was great!  At least until I discovered I'd have to jump through more hoops to get into a location for my business.  I'll jump them, I suppose..but only for the 'just right' sort of place.

In the meantime, I continue to write about life, personal development, and my adventures.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

A Rainy Saturday

So here I am, completely disgusted.  I've waited for days after having sent polite inquiries to the city clerk for some guidelines on how to go about having my boarding facility.  The city clerk responded with an explanation about how she'd had to forward my inquiry to Animal Control and to the Office of Revenue, hoping they would know, because she did not.  Apparently neither party that my inquiries were forwarded to knows, because I've not yet gotten even my first question answered.

So, in disgust, I've sent polite inquiries to the Director of Economic Development, in the hopes that someone there will know.

It has occurred to me that if I just set this business up and ran it, I just might be ahead of the game.  If all else fails, and I get called on the carpet for it, I can explain that I *did* make every honest attempt to play by the rules, but that I was summarily passed around, ignored, and forgotten about by several local government agencies, and had little choice but to take matters into my own hands to avoid becoming a recipient of public assistance.

I think I just might do it that way.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Decided to Just Do It Already

I'm going for it. After much thought,  I'm working to save money and have my own brick and mortar business; the cats-only boarding facility, that also makes a line of toys and scratching posts for the (ahem) somewhat oversized kitties.  This is where I'd feel most 'at home', it's my passion, and as I've remarked before, I'd be very very good at it.

Maybe it makes me weird that cats are my first love (dogs are a close second).  I've just gotten to the point where it's high time that I did what made me happy, for a living.

Now to go see a friend of mine who does some web design, because the website for a cat house...well..has no business being plain. :)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

An A-ha Moment

It's official.  I've more or less actually tried being what I've threatened to do for a number of years.  I gave an honest go to being a hermit.  and I have failed.  miserably.

 I can't handle it.  Absolutely, positively, cannot fucking do it.  Too much silence, too much alone time, no contact with a variety of people or other beings, either gives me the fidgets or freaks me out.

..and here I thought I was an introvert.  Maybe not.  Perhaps I'm an extrovert masquerading as an introvert?  If that's the case, then, why?




So I got into the car to have a think & drive about this.

Where do I wind up, but at the animal shelter.  It was open.  I walked in, and immediately felt like I'd come home, walking amongst the creatures.  Puppies, adolescent dogs, old dogs, naughty dogs.  Cats, kittens..all ages, stages and temperaments.  Being me, I went and said hi to everyone of the 4-legged variety.  There were a few creatures I'd have brought home if I didn't have to contend with the reaction of Lou. 

..and it hit me, once again.  What I want most of all is a cats-only boarding facility.  It's not like I don't have the handling skills and the love for the animals and the work.  I do have the handling skills, and they've been honed over many years with the young, the old, and the weird.

It's my dream, to have that in my home.  I would be happy, I could be as soft-spoken as I wanted to be, and it would be just noisy enough that I wouldn't get the creeps.  Plus, it pays well, and I'd definitely be all set with that.  I'd just have to make sure Lou didn't mix with the boarding kitties.

I shall have to look into this further. :)