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Another of the Indian Hills signs....

Live richly, marilyn

Working waterfront...

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 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.

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....

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

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.


Two days: one wedding and one celebration of life.

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....

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 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. …

This was a Blustery Day, ...Winnie the Pooh would have said.

I decided to get out for a while today: do some reading, think about things, to watch the clouds, and absorb the weather.

I was on the southwest end of Alameda, beyond Ballena Bay...going through potholes, way out to where windsurfers do their thing (but not today).

I've ridden my bike out here (but not today). A man in a truck drove by...drove as far as he could, hit the end of the road and turned around came back. The driver stopped and wondered if I was okay.  I was fine and told him I was out taking photos of the blustery day.

It was breathe fresh air, and just think, absorb, and be in awe of the clouds. Maybe two hours later it was hailing. But I was back inside my office back to work: snuggy and warm.


LIVE RICHLY! marilyn

Building Bridges....

Views from our last boat, Hubba Hubba, a 26' twin-engine, 
1966 Chris Craft, as we slowly cruised on the water surrounding 
Mayberry by the Bay...(Alameda). 

If I even think about purchasing another boat...
I give you permission to shoot me. 

Bay Farm Island Bridge, and bike bridge

High Stree Bridge

Fruitvale bridge, drawn...and train bridge to the right no longer has trains

Can we fit through this? Yep

All is well.


I think that my current car, a Toyota Corolla SE, makes me look like I'm driving a sports car. And I think that I'm the only one in the world who thinks like that. 

However, these days, the parking lot spaces are a lot smaller than they used to be, especially those that you need to drive straight into: like in shopping centers, and in business centers.

I think that these lots conform to the building code (parking code), standards. Sure the cars are smaller, but really? This small? These vehicles are all mini cars.

In fact, the spaces are so narrow, I can't even get myself in or out of the car. And if a truck, van, SUV parks next to me...I need to wait until the owner/driver returns to get into my car.

Once a larger vehicle encroaches on the parking space next door to it, it's like playing door hits a car, hits a car, hits a car.

Bottom that the rains have begun to diminish, I need to ride my bike to avoid those lots.

At least I'll be wearing…

Personal guidelines.

I'm in a meeting.  If I'm rolling my eyes, it's to keep me from opening my mouth.

Live richly,  marilyn


Alameda has a pretty good car wash. Most of the folks who work there have great reputations...because...well, A-town is a small town.  The owners seemed to have worked here forever, and they have become friends to those of us who use their services.

I decided my car needed washing.  Sometimes I do the job myself...that way the only one I can blame is me...if something doesn't look right, is smeared, or I skipped/missed a spot/or got too involved with talking with neighbors or passers-by.

The sun was so bright in the blue sky dotted with cloud puffs.  And it was very windy.  I was not the only one with the bright idea of getting my car washed. The line of vehicles going through and coming out was huge! What a terrific location this is....across the street from the San Francisco Bay shoreline.

My CADEAU (license plate on my car - French for gift) and me, were towards the end of the line.

I guess because we've seen so much rain this winter, everybody was happy to speak to everyb…

Short and sweet....and free at last.

I have a very dear friend here in Alameda.

She told me, a couple of months ago, that her husband said he had taken off his watch, when he retired.

Her friend told her that she took off her bra, when she retired.

You go, girl!

Live richly, and freely.


Bright lights...

I've always been fascinated by Air Traffic Controllers. I can't imagine how they do what they do.

For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I really love watching the planes land at Oakland International and San Francisco International Airports...but only in the 'bad' weather.

For landing at SFO I can watch them for several miles, as they are on their final approach. The planes land into the wind, which in bad weather, is from the south. The jets don't fly anywhere over my house, but I can see them in the darkness for miles.

For landing at OAK I can watch them for several miles, as they on their final approach, which is to the east, in bad weather.  Again, they don't fly over my house.

When a friend and I ride our bikes along the shoreline in near darkness and decent weather, we can watch up to 20 planes do the dance that the ATC want them to do.

I used to listen to them on the radio pictured below. That radio has been in our carriage house for years...and I think i…

DMV revisited.



Ut-oh. I woke up...and I didn't hear that warm air from my heater/furnace. Despite that, it seemed positively tropical compared to those caught in the polar vortex. In California, we are 'weather wimps.'

I called a heating company that had worked for me recently. The woman who answered the phone told me it might be that the batteries are dead in the thermostat. 

OMG..who knew the last time I changed out those AA batteries? Good news, she was right! I obeyed her instructions.

That warm air warmed my heart and my jammie-clad body. 

And what a client's furnace had stopped working the day before. I tried to change out those batteries, but I couldn't even open up the thermostat.

As I was starting to close up my own battery door, I suddenly heard a was playing in the furnace. Really...the music was glorious! 

I looked around...nobody was there...was this a joke? Was I still sleeping? It was some type of victory music! I thought I was losing my mi…

Gray hair....hide it or stride with it....

Gray hair....why do those that have it, don't want it? 
Years ago, I had a 'pro' color my hair because I was going gray. That turned out to be a hair didn't take the color too well, and I was walking around with all kinds of colors on my head. So much so, that I called myself 'rainbow head.'

Powering up then pulling the power back....

There's something comforting (to me) when the weather patterns dictate how and where a plane flies.

I got a text from a friend today...saying that she can't get to sleep at night because the jets are flying over her house. She wondered why are they doing that? I wonder if she even knows that I was a professional pilot.

My friend was questioning why the engines power up when the planes are landing, yet when you actually see them, that seems to be contrary to how we think.
My answer to her was because it keeps the passengers safe, the airplane safe, and the phrase 'have a happy landing' actually means something!

Yep, I was paid to fly gliders, small single engine land airplanes, and multi-engine planes. I didn't have a uniform, but those of us who flew these types of aircraft, usually wore jeans, t-shirts, heavy shoes, and very warm jackets.

If you live in a place close to airports (big and small), you can probably tell what the weather is outside, from the sounds in…

Cars: Lyft and Tesla

Our daughter got us started with the Oakland Speakers Series, held between September through May. Since Carl's been gone nearly 17 years, that subscription has been in place over 20? years!

Some of us carpool to the Series and one of them called me and said she wasn't feeling too well, and she'd drop her ticket off at my house so I could find somebody who would use it that night. And another person wouldn't be going to dinner because she and her friend had big lunch. I tried hard to find somebody who could use that ticket...but to no avail.

I usually drive but my friend has offered to drive her husband's old truck because in September and October we came out and found my car window smashed in. Yes, two windows in 2 months. She said that nobody would even bother doing anything to that truck.

ugh. Should I go or should I stay? I decided to go. But I wouldn't drive my car. I'd take a Lyft. And I'd take a Lyft back home. Off I went..and I got there in very …

Looking back.....and ahead.

These are the questions that I answer every year. I look back and remember a bit of what was going on at that time, who I was with (or not), what I was focused on (or not), taking nothing for granted.

How would you answer these?

What's the coolest thing you've seen in 2018?Watching my grandkids grow up, and become as wonderful as my own kids and their spouses.

What's the biggest personal accomplishment you've had in 2018? I think it's getting my thoughts under control...especially when I want to say something that can be considered rude or misconstrued.  "Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shuttest his lips is esteemed a man of understanding."

Where was your quietest moment in 2018?
Ridingmy bike on the boardwalk in Newport Beach, up to Huntington Beach and back across the ferry to Balboa Island. Me, myself, and I, with my thoughts. 

Who was the most inspirational to you in 2018?Folks that run for office. It takes guts to do th…