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My mom used to tell me....

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In this very divisive society in which many politicians have been saying anything to divert those who are listening to (or tolerating) what they say....I suddenly remembered what my mother used to tell me....

"Marilyn, it's not what you say...it's how you say it."

Apparently, I had a rather sharp tongue and tone. (I may still have that, but nobody tells me that I do, but my late husband did bring it up.) I've replaced that with my silent gazing at people and shaking my head, wordlessly, and walking away, much like Carl did.

Suddenly, I remembered Monty Python and their bit about "I've come for an argument." Gads, Carl and I used to howl over these. These days I don't want to cause arguments, I'd rather see them solved, dissolved, or resolved.

Month Python's Argument Clinic

The election this past week was mighty full of lies, mis-truths, disinformation, misinformation, and one way stops, with the other side peeling out and over  anything th…
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PLEASE, IF YOU HAVEN'T VOTED, DO IT NOW!

Collaboration...dominoes and windows.

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The second meeting of the Oakland Speaker Series was a very good one. James Comey was the speaker..and he was terrific. And tall! He says he's 5'10"! He was the main event. And he was most inspirational, to me.

Then as we walked back to my car...everything seemed normal. We had parked on the street in front of the restaurant where we share Chinese dishes before we head over to the Paramount Theatre. We felt the street would be a safe space.

Uh, no it was not. The vent window in the backseat on the passenger side was smashed in. We taped a plastic bag around the hole and drove home. I was almost crying.

As I dropped my friend off at her house, I was wondering how I could get it fixed. Oh, and by the way...I needed to get up early because I was taking another friend to a meeting in Santa Cruz the next day. And I was picking her up at 7:30am.

I prepped my bags that night  The next morning I got up at 6am, put on 'casual bus…

Bed, Bath, and Beyond (my wildest dreams)

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My dear daughter, Sutter, jumps on a plane and she flies up from New Zealand, usually once per year (during our spring), and per usual, I'm the airport shuttle driver.

Bless her heart...she was deep cleaning my kitchen (nothing seemed as serious as she said it was), and she found a pile of Bed Bath and Beyond coupons that I keep on my counter-top, behind a small container that holds my keys and my device chargers.

She wondered how many do I  need of these coupons? Not many, I thought. And she attempted to throw them away. NO! Don't do that!



This week I found out why I keep them. I went shopping at BB&B and I used one of my coupons, but I had a bunch of them with me because I also keep them in my car.

The lady who was next to me, was asked by the helpful employee, if she had any coupons? "No, I don't know how to get those."

Immediately I gave her 3 of mine. She paused, and I said "Take them...I have lots of them!"  I had coupons for $5 off, $10 off, …

Lunch with an artist on Balboa Pier.

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This is the time of year when the locals have claimed their land back....as in no tourists (well, very few tourists).

Most every day I would take my bike and ride along the beach, from the Wedge to Balboa Pier, to Newport Pier and/or to Huntington Beach Pier. It was heavenly even when there were lingering clouds.

On my last day in Newport Beach, I had lunch with an artist. We went to junior high school and high school way back in the day. Eve and I met up on Balboa Island and we each brought a bike sitting on a rack on the back of our cars. It was a perfect day: warm with a bit of a breeze. We took our bikes on the ferry and then we rode over to the Wedge.

The Wedge was breaking (very intermittently) several days before when I first arrived in Corona del Mar. The lifeguards were trying to keep the tourists away from the water.  Not much action while Eve and I were there. (photo is from an online collection).

As I was riding and driving around, I saw signs that were promoting Marshall…
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I sent this to a good friend a couple of days ago. 



Change is coming fast & furiously. 

I find it sometimes difficult but 

I don’t want to be left behind 

in the cloud of dust and debris 

where I can’t even see the path. 

Onward. 

link to lenticular clouds
These clouds indicate that:
1. it's smokin' windy aloft
2. that there's a mountain range upwind
3. that other lennies may show up downwind of the first cloud.

And pilots of gliders/sailplanes are licking their lips, wanting to be towed aloft through the turbulence  Then you hit the lift which is silky smooth...you know that you are in the wave. I went to 23,000 - 26,000 feet over Lake Tahoe, getting some type soaring badge for that flight. To stay legal under Visual Flight Rules (VFR) you need to see the ground. In between the lennies it can be really rough...both you and the plane getting totally beaten up...wings bending, you're trying to wrestle with the stick, keeping the nose down to gain speed to move up into the …

Smash

This past Tuesday evening was the first night of the 2018 The Oakland Speakers Series. The venue is the Oakland Paramount Theatre. Every speaker raves about the ornateness of the theatre. The theatre seats 3040. This year only 40 seats (tickets) became available.

I'm not sure how/who got us started attending these. Sure there's been some dud speakers, but yes...there have been some really great speakers! (Carl's now been gone for 16 years and we may have attended it for 3-5 years before he passed on?)

Each year I think about not purchasing those tix...but each year I do. And last night was a great event, opening with Annie Griffiths, a National Geographic Magazine photographer.


I had tears in my eyes as she described each photo...giving insight to what she's trying to do. And she has traveled the world with her 2 kids! What a life she's shown them!

After the presentation, my friend, Betty, and I worked our way back to my car. The open lot was nearly empty. As I un…