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Building bridges...

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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.

Thi…

Been thinkin'....

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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

Ex-husbands and painting.....

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Nothing like getting to meet your neighbors when you start painting your house. Well, I'm not painting, but I have some excellent painters doing it for me!

As I was taking photos late this afternoon, a couple about my age, walked by with their dog. They asked about the colors...and I said it's going to be the same colors when I had the expert Colorist/Artist work with me 15 years ago.

Then I realized that I'd met the woman before, maybe at a Neighborhood Watch party. She has this guy who goes up a ladder and paints the house by hand and I've seen him doing it every year! Turns out that he's her ex-husband and he loves what he's doing! Wow...what a job! And what a lucky woman!

My white house no longer looks like the White House. It now has some colors on it...and the Project Manager wanted to know if the colors are accurate, even with a different brand of paint. They put on some of the colors in their assigned places so I could see them on the house.

I do think …

Rain rain go away...

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...come back when the painting is done!

Two separate people drove by my house...two times, because they didn't recognize it.

The priming and prep is almost done. The most of the dryrot has been filled in by some gray/brown/mastic/epoxy, and then sanded into the wood, where it will harden into the correct shape (curves, straight lines, patches). This also works for nail holes in the woodwork, and where boards have some gaps in them.

The last photo is from the inside of the main entry. It's still light inside, but I feel like I'm living in a cave...with the plastic on all of the windows.

Maybe, I'm told, next week the painters might be able to put on the colors, to see if those colors meet my expectations.

And I've told those that have driven by this white house, looking for the colors that have been sanded off...I'm may still be living in the white house, but please don't even think that our President resides there, at all.













Live richly, marilyn

Rerun: A splice of life...or two.

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I was attending a class today, but I was the only student that showed up. I knew the (woman) instructor and so we started talking about the real estate program that she would teach. I wanted to be sure I was taking advantage of most of the program's functions. She asked me how I got into real estate. And I told her. 
That discussion lead me to this...a re-run of my initial introduction to flying. 

Splice: to join two ropes by intertwining the strands.

"Marilyn, I have something for you.  My dad wanted you to have it.  See you back at the house." This was from Bud Murphy's son, Rich.

Hmmm.  Wonder what that could be.

There are two men who have framed my life.  The first was my late husband, Carl.  The second was Bud Murphy.  The first inadvertently introduced me to the second.  And now they are both gone.  Carl, in 2002, and Bud in 2011.

Within a year of getting married, Carl decided that we must be extravagant with the $40 per month he got from a five and a half year st…

If you don't have one, you need one. Or three.

I received a 2-page list that came from Alameda County and it was sent to most everybody who has an address. And whether you live here or not, you need to prepare for it (whatever 'it' is....)

Emergency Preparedness Kits
It outlines what you need to have in case of an emergency.
If you'd like a copy, let me know and I'll send you a copy of it via email or snail mail. It would be a pleasure for me to get you a copy of this list.


I have 2 emergency kits that I bought from KQED (a local  Public Radio Station) over the last years. One is in my car and the other is in  a bin in the backyard. 

And let's get rid of plastic (and even paper straws)...I have 2 straws in my backpack that I can wash, dry, and reuse again. And again. And again.
This is important!
Live richly and be smart!
best, marilyn

First sand...

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...then more sanding...not sure when the paint will go on this old lady (not me).

The front porch will get scraped and sanded tomorrow.



Note the car cover that the painters put on my car, again! (far right of photo)

 Westside of house, and under the curtain that's covering the scaffolding.



And here's what's in front of the house - The Honey Bucket!