Backpack on the rack.

I couldn't find my backpack anywhere, last night, and I looked everywhere; in drawers, behind furniture, in the laundry room, in my closet, blah blah blah.

I wanted to get to our Wednesday evening church meeting by 7:30pm. And at 6pm it was pretty dark.

I needed to decide if riding my bike or driving there would be best (or worst).

I have a lighted helmet with a turn indicator built into it, a bike light that flashes quickly or slowly, is bright or a bit dimmer to light up the dark night, my reflective gloves, and my orange Patagonia jacket. I look more like a Christmas tree than a bike rider. But still no personal ID.

If I drove, I'd still have no I.D. but I'd have my most current driver's registration, which showed up in the mail this week. I drove....very cautiously.

I know exactly where I went during the a meeting at City Hall, 3rd floor, room 360. It was a very informative meeting and our Building Official let our lead Planner take over the meeting.


Get me outta this....


This week, 4 of us attended The Oakland Speaker Series. Some of us have attended this for decades? Daughter, Sutter, started this, and Carl and I decided to buy season tickets and I've been attending ever since (unless I give my ticket to one of the group because I'm not able to attend or choose not to listen to the speaker).

Last year I had the small car window (aka vent window) smashed in while we were listening to the speaker at the Paramount Theatre. And the next month I parked in a lot, and it happened again. Good news, my insurance covered the window...both times, with no deductible.

Blue tape is part of my 'Realtor' tool kit, and I drove to Santa Cruz with a friend, with that window being blue-taped together, in order to attend a Leadership Training for the next two days.

Back to yesterday....three of our group of four, (I was not consulted), came up with an idea. We'd drive to the loft-space of one of the others. We would park the car, and call fo…

Something under the ivy....

I was clearing out my carriage house/shop/garage where you can't get a car into....last week.

About a week before I found a bunch of flies circling around and landing on, something. I thought it was pooh. Uh, no it was not.

It was a dead cat. I thought. Oh no...I hadn't seen the kitty who lived somewhere next door for a while. ugh. I know that animals sometimes find a place to die...and just....die.

That cat didn't like to get close to me... that was for sure...but it was always hanging around our yard. But it was a bit skittish.

I let the 'cat' stay there for at least 3 days....and this past weekend, I decided to face my fears.. and also the flies that were buzzing and hovering around. Those were even grosser.

Now, what if it's really dead? Who do I call? And I don't want to dump it into any of the gray, blue, or green bins.

I found a smallish shovel in the carriage house. I also found a small plastic garbage pail (from the garbage company), that I was sup…

Backyard events...

Part 1

I know it sounds like a commercial. Oh, it is.  'Will State Farm cover my 'She Shed?'

Will State Farm cover my bar-be-que? Hell, no!

We used to use State Farm...but I changed companies many years ago. Choosing an insurance company is like....choosing your just get what you get.

After three years of drought, we had a very wet rainy season last year. My Weber bar-be-que literally rusted itself to death. But I never used it during those years. It wasn't worth the hassle.

Then my son and his family, and his friends and their family came over earlier this year and they fired up the Weber. I hadn't even looked inside of it! But they scraped it clean and grilled some burgers and veggies on it.

Then came the painters in the last 2 months. They moved the immovable - the bar-be-que. And it started to fall apart. OMG. They left it as they found it. Not their was mine.

As I started to move it back into its position in the yard/patio, rusted pie…

Random thoughts....

...that I've had regarding my blog posts.

-demographics/demongraphics - know your demographics - (JCPenney, Sears, ToysRUs)
-good and bad...instant news (fake or not)...good? better think twice before opening your mouth, writing it down. bad? lack of damage unknown others, to family, friends etc.

-Life isn't easy, but I'd rather leave this earth having done something of value to and for people, than bask in riches and in ease, that, in the long run, doesn't matter to me or anybody else. No DO-OVERS! Take me up the next flight of stairs...

-at my desk and suddenly my printer starts warming itself up...noises, the full works. wha' up w/ dat? not the first time, and always irregular. 

-really, a robocall polling about football?

 Mean-ness - get over it. Why not take a big step and ask 'an enemy' (or so it seems), out for a beverage or breakfast or brunch. Put the phones down and shut them off....and look face to face. In my dreams....


Building bridges...

The last leg of my working vaca found me driving from San Diego to Lodi. That's a long drive. But it was well worth it.

Our (real estate) leadership group meets every year (this is my second time) in the autumn.

We learn lots of things...primarily to listen, then respond. Yes, it actually works.

The second day we had to work as small groups. I've never taken this training but it's how to work with various personalities. It's a way to find out who you are, and what/who others are, and then hopefully we can use these techniques in various ways: verbal, non-verbal, knowing how others may act/react.  And no...we didn't get to choose who we worked with...our team was assigned to us.

 This particular exercise involved all of us, in smaller groups, figuring out how to build bridges from scratch. At the end of the allotted time, we should be able to have two toy cars (the type that are powered by swiping them backwards so they will roll forwards) and cross our bridges.


Been thinkin'....

Maybe I could have been a tugboat captain. Probably not. Back in the day, even when Carl was around...I never saw a woman tugboat captain.

Back in the day, people were astounded when I hopped out of an airplane or sailplane.

This week I was fortunate enough to watch several tugboats pull, turn, and push around 2 huge container ships, in Alameda's estuary turning basin.

I was totally fascinated.

What's the horsepower of those engines?

What if? Where would I be now? Where would I live?

Evan, our son, had a friend whose dad was a ship's captain. I didn't want to ask the man about his job. But I knew that he was gone a lot.

One of these days, I'll get out our (ship to shore) marine radio, and listen in on those conversations between the tugs and the ships. I think that radio is on the workshop bench in our carriage house.

Live richly, marilyn