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I love watching airplanes....

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For the first time in a couple of years, we have had some measurable rain.  I had invited a friend over on Wednesday, for a mid-afternoon cup of tea and some freshly-baked lemon loaf (with Meyer lemons from my bush/tree). She wanted to know how I was able to see the Blue Angels aircraft, at the Oakland Airport, a few weeks ago. I asked her if she wanted to see where I parked. It was a chance for us to get out of the house and breathe some fresh air.  The day before, I had driven around the Harbor Bay Business Park. It had been years since I've been out there and I was fascinated with what businesses were there, as well as what businesses were shut down. It seemed that some of the buildings were empty.  (Good news for coffee drinkers....Pete's has a large facility  at the biz park.)  Joanne had never seen the biz park. She had no idea that it was almost sitting on/in the bay.  I pulled the car over where a sign said something like 'No Parking" but it seemed okay - minim

When I least expect the unexpected, it always shows up...

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 I was picking up some friends at the Oakland airport....at the General Aviation Terminal. They stopped to have lunch with me before they continued their flight, since their main destination was in Southern CA, to see their extended family. Low and behold, the Blue Angels were there, having recently landed close to the GA Terminal. They even park their planes impeccably. There was a small group of folks that had turned out to see them. But because of the chained-link fence and the inverted wire above that, there was no way to get any closer. But I did take a photo of the jets. The next day, they were giving the Bay Area an airshow that was remarkable. But I was a bit busy, and while I have watched them from the Alameda shoreline in previous years, that didn't happen that day. But I could hear them!  I turned on my TV and there they were, being filmed by multiple cameras, in the sky, doing what they do best, along with a description of what they were doing.  It was perfect timing, b

Patagonia makes great clothes (and it's worth every dollar that I spend on them) but....

......tonight I watched a movie (sponsored/created by Patagonia) on my computer.                                                        They/Them It was so on-point, about today, and these were real people who experience this. It was about rock climbing....but it went so much deeper (and higher) than that.  My husband and his brother-in-law used to climb mountains.  It lasted about 110 minutes.  It's about how we treat people who are different than us.  The bottom line....we have more in common with each other, especially when we take the time to listen.  Live richly, marilyn Follow Lor Sabourin into the sandstone canyons of northern Arizona as they piece together five of the hardest pitches of their climbing career and a climbing community where everyone can thrive as their authentic self.   https://www.patagonia.com/stories/they-them/video-102573.html?utm_source=em&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=100721_tcl_they_them

Roses.....they're doing their third bloom....then they get to rest.

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  ...then it's time for them to go to sleep. -I was visiting a dear friend of mine. She lives the life of royalty yet is so kind and considerate. It had been over 18 months since I had the privilege of seeing her. It was lovely, and I brought her some of my roses.  (This was the first time I had to show my vaccine card to prove that I had taken the shot (J&J). From day one, I've been carrying that card/receipt to prove to anybody who asks me for proof.) We had lunch overlooking the estuary. It was gorgeous inside and outside.  -Another good friend, wrote to me: We decided we’re not going to Spain this year. Last year we decided not to go to London. We haven’t figured out yet where we’re not going to go next year. -I like the fact that we can laugh about what seems to be so wrong, in/with the world. If we can't laugh then we'll cry. And crying is a way to relieve tensions. But I don't know of anybody that wants to be around a crybaby.  -I heard this phrase on KQE

10 and 2 or 9 and 3?

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 I didn't put many miles on my car in 2020.  As I was thinking about this while driving, I remember that we had Driver's Ed in high school, way back in the day. I think my driving teacher was Dave Holland, who was also the main-man football coach.  I don't think any high schools (private or public) offer Driver's Ed at all these days. You've got to pay somebody to teach you to drive. Too much liability for the schools. What got me thinking...is that we were told to drive with 2 hands on the steering wheel, and I believe we were told to put them at 10 and 2 o'clock.  These days the steering wheels are designed for 9 and 3 o'clock.  I was driving around the Naval Air Station and I found this sign on the side of a building! Never knew that the airfield was 14 feet above sea level. Maybe less than that due to climate change. I do like watching the 'big event' race car driving on TV. How close they come to other cars.... how quickly the teams change the

Last week's post!

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I found my dad's license plates in the carriage house a couple of weeks ago, and I took a photo of what the plates said. There were several folks who submitted names for what the plates meant. A couple of the readers said it meant Captains of America.   My daughter said it meant Certified Public Nuisances of America . And she attributed to my dad's brother's wife. That very well could be what it meant. However, I recall it being Captain Sofa . As I mentioned my dad retired @ the ripe 'old' age of 49, from a job he had hated for decades.  He'd work at his rental houses in Costa Mesa, then head to Balboa Yacht Club, where his boat was moored. And he'd nap on that boat.  Nobody deserved that more than he did.  Certified Public Nuisances of America? Whatever works. Bless his heart and soul. Live richly, marilyn

Personalized licensed plates....

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 ....I have a personalized licensed plate: CADEAU.  Most folks don't know how to pronounce it unless they speak French. It's not pronounced  CAD E  Y  U. It's pronounced CAD OO (long o).  I received a car in 1971 as a high school graduation gift from my folks. I had to go out to shop for it...and I believe I found the car in Garden Grove.  With that 1967 VW bug, I could drive to and from Cal State Long Beach and to my workplace in Corona del Mar at the Kentucky Fried Chicken store, and to Balboa Yacht Club, where my parents were members. The reason I needed to shop for it, is because my folks wanted me to take responsibility for it. But this is not about my own license plates.  I've been slowly clearing stuff out of the carriage house. And I found these license plates. They were my Dad's.  Can you figure out what the meaning is? There is no prize....but if you send me your guess, I'll congratulate you!! Stay tuned! Live richly, marilyn

Oct 18-24, 2021

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 I received an email today, from UCSD, where son Evan went to school, and he met his wife there, as well.  However, it was directed to Carl. He's never been a rah-rah type person, even if he was winning a sailing race. He was usually on the quiet side.  I hope he'll attend (because they're going to shake things loose).  And I've never heard of any college having a 6-day Homecoming.  I admit...I'm clearly not into it. I hope they are going to be safe, but I don't see anything that leads me to that conclusion.  Oh well....SIS BOOM BAH! Be there or be square! Live richly, marilyn We’re ready to play. Are you? Dear Carl, It’s time to shake things loose at  Homecoming 2021 , where you’ll find an exciting mix of events, sure to bring out your Triton spirit. It’s time  to unite under a common banner and send up a collective cheer for UC San Diego’s DI scholar-athletes.  It’s time  to catch up with friends and run, walk or roll in support of students at the 25th Anniver

Amusements.....

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When I'm sitting in my backyard, late in the day, sometimes I hear what sounds like bagpipes. A couple of my neighbors have followed the sounds and it's on the corner of Lafayette and Union. And s(he) plays on Friday: late afternoon or early evening. I can often tell what song it is...otherwise it just sounds like... bagpipes. Flowers in my friend's garden. They're gorgeous! I've been a subscriber to the Oakland Speaker Series for years, but I'm not sure who or what got us into this. I think it was Carl who got us started or it could have been one of his sailing friends. Maybe it was daughter, Sutter, who got us started. The series is held at the Paramount Theatre in downtown Oakland.  This past year it was done remotely, due to the pandemic. This season we have a choice: remotely or in person. The series is also held in Marin and on the  Peninsula. A couple of us have met other folks at the theater, but they sit closer to the stage (more $$$) while we sit in th

The times they are a-changing....

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One of my friends texted me about the orange moon this evening.  I went out and attempted to take a photo. The moon is closest to the top of the telephone pole. It was a very bright orange but my phone doesn't show it.   Our Alameda church has been open for services since August 1. I didn't realize how much I missed the music (organist, soloist) and seeing the members/attendees! We have a Sunday service and Sunday School, and a Wednesday evening meeting that also features music and testimonies of healing.  And then I started crying during one of the hymns. (Note to self - you are not the tough old broad that you think you are,) Yep, we keep the distance, wear masks, and our church custodian continues to make the place super-clean.  We have two Readers (one who reads from the King James Version of the Bible, and the other from our textbook, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, by Mary Baker Eddy.) Both of our readers are currently women and do a terrific job! They did

Dumpsters!

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  I got a call from some dear friends in Alameda.  It was a bit of a panic call. They wanted to know if I knew of any public dumpsters they could access so they could toss their 'unfrozen' food because their freezer had died on them. It was a large freezer - about six feet tall.  This happened on Wednesday, in the early evening. When I got their call I suggested that they come over to my house and put the thawed out food (wrapped in plastic) into my bin. They didn't want to bother me and said "no, no!" My bins were already out on the curb because ACI does the pickup on early Thursday morning. They decided that coming by with their unfrozen food, was a good idea. Shoving it down the garbage disposal was an option, but not a good one. They pulled up to the curb and within minutes we had transferred the unfrozen food from the trunk of the car into the bin. I've not had a garbage disposal for years. I use Bio Bags, instead of running water through the pipes. I thi

Help me!

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Alameda's instant air-conditioning.        FOG is near the coast but not in the BAY (Photo taken Wed., August 4th, near Ballena Bay) I called for 'help' because one of my blogs wouldn't let me type anything.  GoDaddy is is the name of the company, that hosts (or whatever it's called) my biz blog. I called them because I gave them permission to do some behind-the-scenes upgrades that were necessary.   I'm not the person to just try something out. I let others do this BEFORE I try anything out...certainly with any and all computer stuff. I may not be the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but I'm not the dimmest, either.  I left my phone number. Much to my surprise, a person (man) called me back! One assumes that if somebody is calling for help, that somebody needs help! Clearly, this man was not into helping me.  Today I got a call back...from another person, a woman. She didn't treat me like a dumb person. She spoke to me in English, in a way I could und

Olympics.....

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The Olympic coverage that NBC (TV) is providing to us is awesome!  I'm the only one here and I'm muttering to myself....go, go, go, regardless of what sport is being featured and regardless of what teams are competing. I will admit that I prefer the American teams..but all of these participants are winners - every one of them.  But the one person that I'm totally admiring is Simone Biles, the amazing gymnast.  Who among us has not felt the conflict between 'moving forward and onward' or knowing when to stop. Please note...I don't mean quitting. I mean stopping or slowing down.  Yet, when I last looked a couple of hours ago, she was excited that her teammates were doing wonderfully and she was cheering them on.  If I don't take the time to think about why I'm feeling weird, why I'm not happy, why I feel burdened, why I feel great, why I am happy, why I feel free...I'm not being honest with myself.  I imagine she might write a book (or have an inte

Wildlife

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Sometimes I take my books outside to read them. I sit under what I call an 'umbrella tree.'  It's a shade tree, and I don't know  the actual name for it. Often I fall asleep. But I always see this cat. S(he's) more like a kitty. And I think s(he's) been treated badly because  s(he's) quite skittish. S(he) has decided to use one of my chairs for a bed. S(he's) on the middle chair. And the other photo is when S(he's) sleeping  on the warm pavement in front of the carriage house.  It's quite nice to know that I have a friend there while  I'm reading or have fallen asleep.   Live richly, kitty! your friend, marilyn 

Postcards....

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 A dear friend gave me several postcards that I sent out maybe 15-20 years ago, to advertise my listings and sales. If you weren't born here, or have lived here since the1960's here's a sample of those postcards.  (I didn't see these scenes in person, but if you look at them now....life has changed.... A LOT!) ! Live richly, marilyn

Ka-BOOM!

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 More clouds late afternoon, Thursday. My roof didn't catch on fire (thank goodness), but the fireworks were going a bit crazy around the 'hood on the evening/night of the most recent 4th of July.  I really feel sorry for the cats that live nearby. They must hide somewhere (maybe in my yard....like they do when they're sleeping during the day). It was non-stop with the solo BANGS and the firecrackers. Yes, I do like colorful sparklers but they don't make any loud noise.  Last week, I was talking to my friend while we were sitting on my front porch, jawing around. I was trying to remember where I was when I smelled some type of fireworks on July 5th. It was smoldering. Then a couple of days ago, I realized where I was. We lived on Janis Circle, corner of Pearl St. I believe that Carl was on a Transpac Race to Hawaii. I was walking around the side yard, front yard, back yard, sniffing to find out what the smoldering smell was coming from. That went on for at least one ful

INDEPENDENCE DAY....

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 This flag has only 13 Stars.   I'm not sure where I got it but it definitely is on the older side.  And the cloth it's made from is heavy-duty. I do like our National Anthem but I like these words and how it's sung, better than our National Anthem.  My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring! My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our fathers' God to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright, With freedom's holy light, Protect us by Thy might, Great God our King! It's about time we made som

Creatures in the night.....

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I was minding my own business... While rinsing my dishes.  I saw something on my carriage house roof.  There wasn't a sound, or a hoof. I grabbed my phone and took some photos But I  didn't want to scare 'them' away. But alas, their eyes reflected whatever light there was. I thought I saw three of them, but it was tough to tell. I don't remember seeing them before. I did take some pictures and I think I was right... There were 3 raccoons in the night. YIKES!

Adapt/Adopt/Song writer/Song singer.

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 I'm attempting to adapt to the 'new' normal.  By that I mean, I don't want to go back to the old normal. I do like taking photos of clouds. It kind of lifts me out of myself.  I drove my bike to Cycle City (corner of Santa Clara Ave and High Street). Yep, I took the car and hung my bike on the rack on the trunk of my car. I love that bike store. They are kind, and Ellis (who was a new employee to me) explained to me why I couldn't pump up my bike tires.   I have 2 bike tire pumps in the carriage house. Every time I attempt to 'pump them up'  they only lose air. Ellis told me there is a pin that fits in the small air hole in the pump, and showed me how to remove it. Who knew? Well, I guess Ellis did.  Another friend told me that all of the bike stores are swamped with work, so I shouldn't expect to get the bike back anytime soon. But I made an appointment to bring it in...and I'll get it back on Tuesday.  It will have new grips for the handlebars. It
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 We've got rosemary, lavender, and the sign on the carriage house says 'Apples 5 cents.'  We used to have a very prolific apple tree, along the west side of the carriage house. They were more for baking than for just picking them off and eating them. But they were amazing!  And then we realized it was undermining the carriage house (built in the 1950's?) concrete floor. Out came the apple tree. Carl, my late husband, used the building as his shop. He was a very talented wood-worker. He developed that talent when he was younger, having been taught by his father.  Carl built many of his designs (as half-models) either for his office (at the now-defunct Alameda Marina) or for his clients...as gifts.  During the pandemic, I've spent a lot of time sitting, reading, watching birds, on the patio (which was made of bricks, from the foundation of our house).  We needed to have the foundation replaced right after we closed on the purchase. The contractors needed to remove tho

Spam...and I don't mean Spiced Ham in a can....

I don't know about you...but I get spam calls all the time on my cell phone. I even got one on my landline the other day.  Oh, you may be wondering why I have a landline? It's because if I break or lose or misplace my phone I'll have a way to reach somebody when I'm at home and can order a new phone. And my landline does not ring very often. When I'm at my desk, I can easily reach it, lift it up and slam it down. In my small mind, I'm wondering how the spammers make their money:  -Are they supposed earn their $$$ based how many calls they make? Do they get paid more if they have a 5-minute conversation with each person?  -Do they get paid based on how many folks pick up their phones?  -Do the spammers pay the company, if they don't reach the required 'pick-up-the phone' numbers? SPAM -Do they record us?  -Do they get extra $$$ (rewards) if the not-lucky recipient gets reeled in, hook, line and sinker? -Since many of the phone-owners get the spammer

Subtle ch...ch...changes.

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Meyer lemons from our lemon bush/tree. They are prolific! I put the garbage bins out on Wednesday evenings (or nights): the blue one, the gray one, and the green one. Sometimes my residents/tenants will haul them out, thinking that I've forgotten my duties. They are so kind! I fill up a bio-bag (it's biodegradable) with food waste, in my kitchen sink. I stopped using the garbage disposal decades ago. In fact, I don't even have a garbage disposal, because it required a lot of water. That happened maybe 3-4 droughts ago.   I add that food waste stuff into a hand-held plastic bucket that I requested from the waste-pick-up folks. I keep that on my back porch. It's pretty much animal/critter-proof. Then I'll dump that bucket into the green bin.  Early on Thursday mornings, I'll hear those cherished folks come and pick up the bins. It's pretty much like clockwork. These workers are also essential. I was thinking the other day, way back... when our family lived in

Cooking with gas.....the O'Keefe and Merritt way.

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My stove is over 100 years old.  Yep, you read that right.  About 3 weeks ago my oven wouldn't turn on. Thank goodness it wasn't leaking any gas.  I called one of my vendors.....Keith with Rx Appliance. He came over (and I love anyone who is honest with me), and said he wasn't the right one for the job...and referred me to Reliance Appliance (who is also on my list).  Keith called them right then and there in my kitchen and we made an appointment for Matt (the owner) from Reliance Appliance to come over.   (ALL of my vendors are swamped...and it took maybe 2-3 days before Matt showed up.)  Matt checked it out and said he'd send Sohl, his best repair person over within a couple of days. Sohl has worked on this stove before. He IS the best. Just watching him do what does is fascinating. He knows his craft like a baby knows his mother. I'm embarrassed to say that I don't recall who gave/sold it to me...but nobody makes these stoves/ranges like they used to!  The ne

I'm not a big fan of Hallmark Holidays.....

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. .like Mother's Day and Father's Day, and even birthdays! We used to let our kids choose a "Special Day" (any day) that they would invite their friends over to the house...sometimes the "Special Day" would include going somewhere nearby.  We specifically did not call it a birthday. It was just few hours that the kids could get together.  Parents were totally confused by this....what's a "Special Day"? No, the kids did not need to bring presents. It just a time for them (a few of them) to get together.  (Of course, the kids brought presents.) If I remember correctly, son Evan did attend a birthday party at an ice skating rink.  We got a call from the parent(s), and went over there to pick him up because he had fallen on his arm. All was well with him within a few hours...and we took our kids to a movie. Sometime during that movie, he removed his arm from the sling. And that was that! Back to yesterday...the doorbell rang and there was a neighbo