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...not down, look forward, not backward!


How often are we conscious about what we say to ourselves? I'm trying to be more aware of what/how I think and a bit more silent until I figure out if I even want to say anything at all these days!
When I'm riding my bike, I make a map in my head about where I want to go, which way would be good for the errands I want to accomplish, which streets are more bike friendly, which streets are shaded, which way will get me there soonest but with safety in mind. Put all of those together and you have a bike ride!
I used to do this when flying small planes across the country. One plane and one pilot. Sometimes we traveled in groups...sometimes not. 
We/I had maps, but every once in awhile, it would be worth going off course to see something from the sky that I hadn't seen before. Because of the minmal navigation equipment that these new planes had in them, o…

What can't be seen, can't be cleaned.

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Back in the day when we had family cleaning time on Sunday evenings...things got done quickly, efficiently, and everybody knew what to do. Now it's just me. And I tend to clean when I don't want to do something else that seems worse.

UNTIL...I just get the urge to clean stuff that is maybe not disgusting but it's at least gross. (Maybe gross is worse than disgusting?)

When I choose to see the baseboards behind the beds, I tend to look away. They are so dusty and hard to get to! What can't be seen can't be cleaned. Same thing with the highest shelves in my closet. Can't see the dirt, it doesn't exist.

And so it was just yesterday, that it occurred to me that my toilet bowl brush holder had not been cleaned in ....years? ugh.  It came with a partner, known as the plumber's friend...a plunger. The plunger hadn't been used in a while.

How would I do this? I'm still on a 'save water' lifestyle, though the local water district has released us…

Best in parade...the whole thing!

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Independence Day is always very special to me. When I get out of my head, I realize not only how blessed I am that I was born in America, but that all of us, whether born here or not have much to be grateful for.

Here are some photos (not necessarily good) of that event, on July 4. What made me tear up during the Alameda parade (which is the longest parade in the US, according to those who keep track of such things) is how the audience cheered for those of various religions, various ethnicities, and various sexual orientations. It was more than a parade. It was honoring everyone's right to be here!








 As my son said in an email to me on 7-4, God Bless America!Live richly! marilyn

Some of my favorite things....

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Some of my favorite things........like surf, sun, sand, and a big American flag.We certainly do live richly,  marilyn
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Talk trash, Toni

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My dear friend Toni, who cuts my hair, told me this story recently.

She had her car parked in her driveway. An unattended van was blocking her driveway. She knew where the owner of the van lived, along with maybe another 10 folks.

She hollered across the street. No answer.  Then she went to the front door of the house. No answer. But the owner of the van suddenly showed up at the front door.

The guy came out and Toni went ballistic. Don't you know your van is parked illegally? I've already called the cops. Oh...here they are now.

The cop was going to write a ticket for the van owners. That would be a $300 ticket. Toni said no. She sent the cop back to whatever he had been doing.

Then she told the (man) van boy...."You owe me. You really owe me. I need some new jeans. You can go to (she named a high-end store) ...and get them. Oh and I want this other stuff, too. She got into her car and drove off.

She heard nothing from the van boy, until the next day. He bought her some …

...and Trump is still in the White House....

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I emailed my accountant, Sam, the following:

Hi Sam,
Hope you and the family are doing well!
I've made xxxxxx this quarter.
Could you please send me the estimated tax form so I can pay it? 
thanks! m

From Sam, 

Here you go.   Leaving on vacation tomorrow until the 23rd. Daughter C graduated from college. Daughter C2 is going back, no end to tuition.  Bought the rental house in April.  Wife R got done with the rehab and rented it in June. Trying to rent the Castro Valley house out by the end of June. My old car broke down and costs $950 to fix. Trump still in the White House.
Life is interesting.  Hope all is well with you and yours. --Sam
I emailed my accountant back:

I may be able to turn your response into a blog post (names will be changed to protect the innocent and guilty.)


Life really is stranger than fiction. And Trump is still in the White House.

Live richly,

marilyn

Lost in thoughts....

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Typically, I usually ride my bike to meet clients at a property. That way I can go door to door, instead of searching for parking. Today we were looking at a fixer. After spending some time there we parted and I said I'd get some more details for her.

I was just across the street from the marina where my late husband had his office so I invited myself to bike around the place. Carl had two separate offices at the marina. He first rented a small concrete block-walled, double decker 'manager of the marina' office. It served as the controller for the marina. It was placed so the view was high, looking out to the shipways (marina) where the ships were docking, getting repaired, and departing.

His second office was on the ground floor, set on a deck, with gangplanks leading to the docks. It was a piece of heaven on earth. There was parking just outside the building and all kinds of boat workers/clients/wannabees stopped by with questions about various projects they were worki…