Now…it’s just me because the kids aren’t interested.So once again…I am forced to think about what went wrong, what went right, and then decide if it’s worthy to be included on this list.
And the survey says, (and some of these are the same answers as in previous years):
What’s the most fun you’ve had this past year?  Fun is now a very relative term. I appreciate silence. Silence allows me to listen to what's going on and if I don't like it, I stop it. I found a new place to read....along the estuary shoreline, across from Oakland where the huge container ships load and offload. It's where the SF-Alameda Ferry runs. It's fascinating.
What’s the weirdest place you’ve been this past year? On Interstate 5, driving from San Diego to Lodi. CA is a big state...and so varied.
What’s the biggest personal accomplishment you’ve had this past year? Realizing that change is only as big as I make it.And I wonder if I make too much of small changes.Really radical changes can be something …

Let there be LIGHT!

I'm not sure why I didn't do this sooner. Who knew? And does it make it brighter!

YEP! Most of my house is now full of LED lights. Sure, I had a few of them, (well, more than a few).   I was able to get my electrician to come over because, during another visit, while he was replacing this ridiculous chandelier in my office.

Bulbs were burnt out. Everything was covered in dust and grime. My ceilings are high so I don't want to climb a tall ladder without a safety net below me.

This is just a small sample of what I had in my house...all gone...buhbye!
He actually told me the size of the light fixture to get, how many watts, bulbs, etc. I looked online and sent him a photo of what I wanted. He suggested I get a larger diameter for the fixture. I did. It showed up. And it's terrific.

When he was through, he told me he could replace the old fluorescent light bulbs in my kitchen with LEDs.

We made an appointment for him to come over, measure, count the bulbs, and count the ol…

Sing It Yourself Messiah

On Saturday, December 14, I was running errands and drove by the Christ Episcopal Church...and it was their turn to sponsor a public sing-along with vocalists, a small chamber orchestra, and a narrator, of Handal's Messiah. I decided to attend that event. It turns out there are numerous churches in town that rotate the hosting of this event on a yearly basis. Who knew? I obviously did not. 
I rode my bike over there just before 4pm. I am definitely not a musician, and I can tell when the notes go up and down, and have the ability to do some by-ear harmonization. I was greeted by some members who offered me a huge, very old paperback book, maybe 60+ pages, that contained the music and words, of that symphony. 
I sat towards the back of the church. And after the introduction of the presenters, the magic began. 
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out where they were in the music...and I finally told myself: sit down, enjoy it, watch the others belt out the Messiah. I could at…

Who, who let the dogs in?

It was Thanksgiving, 2019. I went to Napa for the day, to see son Evan, his wife Erin, their two kids, and Erin's huge extended family, most of them born and raised in Napa. They are terrific people!

Based on my memories, my mom's parents were a bit weird. They liked the desert, liked dried fruit, didn't like the beach. My mom was a far cry from that description.

My dad's mom was wonderful! He and his brothers (total of 4 brothers and 1 sister), supported Grandma Willson financially, and she lived in an apartment in Santa Monica, where those kids grew up.

We got together at the beach, either at the San Onofre Surfing Club in San Clemente or at the beach house in Newport, that Uncle Ted and his family owned.  Once at the beach all the kids had either beach rafts/mats or surfboards. Usually, there were 9 of us kids, more if it was a reunion. (The Ted Willsons called 'home" a mansion in Piedmont, in the middle of Oakland.) 

But I digress.

Back to Thanksgiving, 20…

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…