At one time I worked as a feature writer/journalist, took decent pictures of people and events of interest and enjoyed it very much, plus, I got paid for it. Now I call myself a “blogamatic”. I photograph everything I do as though the whole world might be interested in my road trip from Mendocino County to Alameda County, the sculpture I saw at the Solar Living Center in Hopland, or that I had lunch at Mimi’s in Dublin. I blame and thank my partner, Jimmy the Rat, for my addiction to blogging. Life is more fun this way, and I tend to keep in touch with people more than I used to.
I’ve visited the Solar Living Center several times in the past though I didn’t stop this time. Finding an artistic use for rusty metal makes an eye-catching attraction on Highway 101 at Hopland. . If you’ve never gone, the center has fascinating features, including prescription bottle bathroom doors, trees growing through cars, a solar fountain that kids can operate, a straw bale building which uses no air conditioning or heating to keep the temperature comfortable. Its all about sustainability, positioning, the sun and breezes. A solar power plant, electric vehicle recharging stations, sewage treatment, natural fertilizers, all organic fruits and vegetables… the whole place is fascinating. Classes in solar installation and other sustainable practices are available. Visitors are always welcome, just drive in. You will never look at the earth in quite the same way.
My friends are a core part of my life. Joan Dailey is just a face to you but to me she is a great mother, grandmother, teacher, and friend. We trade book titles so fast and furiously, I’ll probably never get to read them all. We fondly share memories of raising kids together. Joan is a cancer survivor and taught me about her appreciation and changed perspective on life after cancer. I hadn’t seen Joan in five years when we went off to see a male strip show in Tahoe, totally out of character for Joan. I guess I was always the wild one.
Faye Gebo, my high school buddy and her wonderful partner, Dave Goodwin, always welcome me for a nights stay when I’m in the Bay Area. Faye and I lived in the same apartment complex after marriage; we bought houses in the same neighborhood until the military caused our paths to diverge. Dave and I discuss how to make the world a better place as we harangue the banks that borrow money from the Federal Reserve at one-half a percent then buy treasury bonds at 3 percent with OUR money, instead of providing loans to consumers with it. We learn from each other about dealing with aging parents and the task of becoming the older generation. Can we reduce lifes inconsequentials, our addiction to materialism and make our time count? Friends are stimulating.
I left the archive to have lunch with my cousin, Terri Cardoza who is a best friend as well as a cousin. She is, always helping others, neighbors, former in-laws, me, you name it. She volunteers for animal rescue and has taken in, surgically altered, and fed innumerable strays. She taught me that stray cats are territorial. You can’t adopt them all but you can alter them; they keep and defend their territory preventing new strays from coming in. It provides a more stable population with less disease and less litters in your own neighborhood.
Life is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. .