Who knows what you'll find searching around the internet? I found these!
But I wasn't looking for them.
“The man who reads nothing at all is better educated than the man who reads nothing but newspapers.” ― Thomas Jefferson
“I sincerely believe that banking establishments are more dangerous than standing armies, and that the principle of spending money to be paid by posterity, under the name of funding, is but swindling futurity on a large scale.” ― Thomas Jefferson
“The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.” ― Thomas Jefferson
“On matters of style, swim with the current, on matters of principle, stand like a rock.” ― Thomas Jefferson
“Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances.” ― Thomas Jefferson, Letters of Thomas Jefferson
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…
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.
I've taken the leap...getting the exterior of this old lady (not me), it's my house which was erected in 1898, painted.
With the rains this past winter, the house had peeling paint, had paint bubbles, and some dry rot (not sure yet how much yet).
The painters started on Tuesday.
They are super-organized: ladders stacked, drop cloths folded, paint cans organized, and they brought a microwave so they can heat up their lunch...which is homemade. They leave their tools exactly the same each day. The project manager has come by to be sure all is well.
They've spent 2 full days sanding the east side of the building and they're not done yet. This old gal (not me) is getting a facelift. They'll be working their way around the building... the last phase is the front.
While I don't speak Spanish, the music is good, but with the sanders sanding, the tunes are off.
So far, they said the house has really good wood (I'm assuming it's redwood).