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Working waterfront...

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This past week I needed to get my daughter, Sutter, to the Alameda ferry. Once she boarded that, then it would stop @ the San Francisco city front, and she'd board the ferry to Tiburon, where she'd meet some lovely people who she came to know (and love) through my late husband's yacht design business. They had at least two of his designs over the years, and now they have just one boat/yacht that Carl designed for them.

She seemed to be running late...(rather strange because I'm the one who runs late and she has no problem telling me that). She hustled down the gangway...but other folks were also doing the same thing...so she was safe.

I decided to do some reading, in my car, and parked the car, maybe an eighth of a mile west of the ferry. I was there for over 3 hours.

The container ships were loading and off-loading. It was non-stop. The cranes were going non-stop. The ferry was heading over to SF. A large sailboat was doing practice runs up and down the estuary. A ma…

Maybe laugh, maybe cry.

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Been a long couple of days.  This made me laugh, and then I cried, figuratively. argh.
live richly, marilyn

Short, sweet, and to the point....

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Photo of San Francisco's Ferry Building. My daughter, Sutter, and I had lunch there on Wednesday after I picked her up from SFO. She flew 18 hours from New Zealand. Our tradition is to have lunch at Gott's.  It's not only got good eats, but it's good people watching!

I was talking with a friend, who is a Realtor, and she was telling me that she had helped a client pack up, pile up, and load up tons of stuff in a townhome. 

As I've said before and I'll keep on saying...

Have space...will fill.

However, her client exclaimed..."Good news! I found my wife's ashes!" Well, um, okay.

Today, I was riding my bike home after getting my haircut, and I was stopped by my neighbor who was outside on her porch. She had some questions for me. We started talking about clearing out houses.

And then she exclaimed, "That would make a person 'turn in his urn.' I liked that a lot. That saying beats 'rolling over in his/her grave.'

I know how I want t…

Weeds and Easter

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I was walking down the stairs on my back porch, looking at my bike, and I saw these green items, growing in one of my pots, today.

This shows just what living things will do IF they have enough water and some plain dirt to put roots into and something nourishing to feed them.

This pot has been empty since last fall. I think it's a weed on the top of the photo. I think the bottom is a real plant (veggie or flower). But I'm pretty sure they won't last if  I don't plant them somewhere, where they can thrive.

This pretty much explains what I think about Easter. Sure, there's the candy, and the baskets, and the candy, and egg hunt, and the candy...but Easter is about renewal, and rising upward and moving onward. (Sounds like Jerry Seinfeld's bit on candy and Halloween)

Whether you have any belief in Jesus and what he did and how he rose up, after he was crucified, and made himself known to his disciples, who were grieving over his death, doesn't matter to me.

W…

Two days: one wedding and one celebration of life.

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Part 2: continued from last week...
The night before I attended a wedding in Sacto. 
The Saturday after the wedding I attended a celebration of life. 
I'm not big on either of these events, celebrations, etc. But these two events knocked my sox off. 
I've felt like I've known this family for decades. Actually, I have known them for over 3 decades. 
I knew the parking lots would be filled. So I decided to ride my bike there. I prayed a bit before doing this. But it just seemed right. 
Central Baptist Church was almost across the street from my own church. This was the perfect way to travel: no rain, out in the air. 
I wasn't sure what to expect. But as soon as I got inside, I felt right at home. 
Sure, there were lots of tears...but the attendees knew there was more than tears. There was music...not moaning music but country-style music sung by three men, members of the congregation. They were joyful! And they sang with purpose and goodwill. 
Some of the family members …

Key to my heart....

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This is actually a keyhole to our carriage house. I'm not sure I have a key that fits the hole...but I have a ton of keys, from this old house.
Part 1: 
I went to two very memorable events last week...one was on a Friday evening and the other was the day, a Saturday afternoon. These events unlocked the key to my heart. 
I had given myself plenty of time for my drive from Alameda to Sacramento. I was driving (I assumed) in non-traffic hours so I left at 2pm. Bad news, Marilyn. It was a crawl on the freeway and I wasn't even to the Carquinez Bridge. 
I hadn't factored in the accidents on Interstate 80. OMG. I glanced at my car clock, ticking the time away. Should I turn back? No, I told myself. Keep going. 
I got to Sacto, and the lady in my car continued to tell me where to go. But then GPS lady told me "You have reached your destination. The route guidance is over." Really? 
I got out my phone and google maps said I should turn right, and right, and right again. …