The big one five

15 years ago, after 3 years of sin, I stood barefoot on a beach under a full moon at sunset and told Greg I would joyously stick with him as long as we loved each other. Those were not the exact words of course but it is what they amounted to.. well except for the part where the minister messed up and instead of joyously interjected jealously leaving us and the crowd (none of whom where naked despite our invitations request) perplexed as to why I'd put that in the vows.. Anyway.. here I am still barefoot on the beach so it is hard to believe so much time has passed. But on  the other hand we have lived many different lives and grown and changed and have experienced much together.  Too much to consider ourselves unchanged from the experience. The youthful cocky know-it-all reactionary boy I married has evolved into a every bit the steadfast compassionate driven man I knew he would become. An analogy.. he was sort of like a piece of jagged-y rough mountain rock which got caught up in my rivers meandering (for am I not a far and wide wanderer?) which eventual reached the sea when we wed.  After which, and over the last 15 years, the pounding tide of struggles and achievements, of remembered joys and forgotten sorrows, of challenges and lessons, of new found responsibilities and long lost freedoms.. These waves of living day to day and side by side have polished him quiet nicely and much to my liking. 

Glasses raised to us and everything that has shaped us.

This that and more

I realize I was going to try and post much more often but life has me living in my car and it just isn't possible to sit at a keyboard like I used to. Here are some of the stories I have been living..

Lord Stanley's beauty will live on through his little one... if it lives! 3 of 9 eggs hatched. One chick survived the week and now we are watching as the hens rear their young one. It is a wonderful sight but don't get to close otherwise Henny Penny will give you a flying peck attack!

I purchased 4 small "indoor" mushroom growing kits. One each of maitake, lions mane, reishi and shitake (although the Lions Mane is back ordered). Once they have fruited the remaining spawning material can be placed in logs or on compost (depending on strain). I will raise them under the tree at the front of the house.  By beginning this way, I can become more directly acquainted with the fungus and their particular "temperaments"  in our environment before the next phase. Ever moving forward.. At what sometimes feels like a snails pace.

My friend Susan ( I borrowed her truck when we moved some wood. Did I tell you I broke the back window completely out when a board hit it?! And she still loves me!) Anyway, her son has been home heartsick with the knowledge of his parents divorce so I have been offering him a shoulder and some laughter. So while I may not have done much writing (I have about a chapter fleshed out), it has been a worthwhile use of my time.

And speaking of Susan, she knows that the drifting I have been doing since school starts has been tiresome. Of course I have made the most of it, but, if I am not helping at the school, I have two hours to kill in the am before the Library opens. Ive made the coffee shop circuit (all three of them) but don't care for the prices (For the price of tea I could pay the gas to make the trip home and I am staying in town to save that money. Ive sat at the beach but that is not a lasting solution as the weather is not always agreeable. Ive snuck into stores to use the bathroom but felt guilty because I didn't make a purchase. And even if I am at the Library, the computers are usually tied up and I am without a computer.. well, as such it seems like I am pissing away my time to a certain degree. I has undoubtedly given me ample opportunity to read and write. And read and write I have but the situation is limiting. Susan, however, came to my aide and has made her otherwise empty apartment and computer (and unlimited internet!!) available to me any day I need. 

I have located a company offering a scholarship for a month long course, in Carson City of all places, on creating mycelium cultures. I was never adverse to lab work and the ability to grow our own mycelium really improves our potential. Sort of exciting. I still have to polish up my letter to them requesting the honor as well as determine what dates (a whole month is a long time and so Summer would probably be the time) and we will see what comes from it.

 

 I have made a new acquaintance of another mother whose son is also taking Fencing at school. She is a professional landscape designer who can get me into an 80 acre wholesale nursery. Im excited to go with her and hope the opportunity comes soon.

School is challenging the children greatly. Being dropped into Spanish with students that have been learning it since 3rd grade is one example but the kids are picking up on it. And there is a lot of homework and Project Preparation. Im not complaining about that though. Practice makes perfect after all. Connor is studying culture and is in the midst of a huge project to define his. It will end up being a movie and I will post once it is done.

The other night we heard a ruckus out in the yard only to learn that a coyote (or two) had carried off Ivan .. my favorite goose. All that remained was his head. The .22 now lies close at hand. DIE MOFO! Im a little pissed. Connor seems to be having the hardest time with this little bit of nature. Its a hard lesson to learn when your only experience with animals have been of the domesticated kind and you have never experienced the likes of a predator. With tears backed by rage, he asked me in earnest why can't all the creatures of the world be vegetarian. He has such a sweet soul. Speaking of gentler species,  I have not seen the deer in about a week... Maybe I don't have a deer problem anymore. Damn Coyotes keep eating my dinner!!

High School is turning out exciting for the two older children. The move to a new school was a bit worrisome to start but they have both settled in and are making (so far) favorable impressions on their classmates. The social side is so much healthier than it would have been in Marina. I think we are all sighing a breath of relief. How the academics compare I do not yet know but hope both are adequately focusing their attention on those important interactions as well.

Last Night I got a call from a dear and missed old neighbor friend hoping that my vantage point might offer a better view on some unusual activity in the sky out over the bay. There were multiple  "planes" (or perhaps not) flying in unusual patterns over the sky. They were lit up with white and red lights that strobed and gave them the appearance of twinkling stars.  Moving close then apart .. always in a straight line sometimes fast.. sometimes slow.. and often changing directions. Some were stationary for long periods. It was unusual to say the least and I wonder at its meaning in a global political context.

Greg is off to Nashville soon for a week and later in the month he will be off to Florida. His work is overwhelming him greatly but he is managing. He really has made a career for himself and his ability to handle everything he does at the office astounds me daily.

Work in and around the Farm continues steadily. Not being home to attend to the grounds during the week result in weekends being filled with physical labor and effort. Im glad I find it enjoyable. I am also glad that the seasons have shifted and we are warming up and the fog is burning out.

We are still planning to have a little celebration in October, which weighs on my mind but is not getting the attention it deserves but I know we will pull it together just fine.

Long story short.. life is busy and full of good work. Everyone is healthy but for the occasional cold and I have very little to complain about.. well.. I could complain that I don't get enough time to sit and keep you adequately updated as I would like.  But in the scope of things, that is a little one.

Time for me to turn my attention else where... Love you Mom!
 

Toast the Coast

This past Sunday, I had the opportunity to go with Greg to the Toast The Coast Charity Fund Raiser event for Save Our Shores. Save Our Shores is an ocean advocacy group with roots in Santa Cruz of which Gregs company is a sponser. Compared to surfrider they have the fundraising down. Soooo very different and corporate. the surfrider events look like a community center teen dance compared to this. In not sure if I should be wowed or disgusted (my anti establishment hackles rising) either way its disappointing to see how much more surfrider could be if they just grew up a little.


We have chicks! Picts to come later.

Oh and I wrote 10 pages of draft ... very rough draft... yesterday. I guess my body thought it was raining.

And you thought I was going to write every day..

Well.. I do. Just not always on here.

Anyway, Ive been getting my yearly dose of vitamin D.  Suns been shining and Ive been soaking it up, roving wide and giving love to my land.. Except the whacking has left me with a very stiff neck. As a result, I don't believe I will be doing much work today nor will I be practicing my golf... (That's right Bro. Im practicing every weekend (except when I don't) until we meet again!)

 I, however,  have not been doing just yard work. Yesterday was dedicated to it. Being away from the house all week it is amazing how much the work accumulates! I also spent a good chunk of time Friday at the school helping a teacher with some prep work. The school has an electronic log in system which records volunteers thier hours as well as other visitors and substitutes. It prints out name tags as well. Spiffy. And over the course of the last few days I have gotten to meet several characters. Charlie a short board surfer who doesn't use a leash and it quite capable with his board, PJ who is a Filipino Ocean Fisherman who told me about the economy of sea glass collection. He also told me he had not caught a fish in two weeks. I also met a woman from Germany. She was on a walking tour. I had never heard of a walking tour but apparently you start somewhere (in her case santa cruz) and you are given a map which you use to guide you as you walk to your next hotel. In all she was covering 40 miles in 5 days along the coast. All the luggage is shipped ahead so you are not packing it. How awesome is that? Really I think its awesome. Greg was not as excited as I at the prospect however and suggested I would be taking that trip by myself. Also got in a visit with the landlord. I do enjoy his company and the foggy nebulous of our writing project gathers some subtle shape and color. Soon  (probably with eventual change in seasons if I know anything my artistic rhythms) I will be raining words upon the page.

Anyway to sum up and get off of this computer (which is not helping my neck) things are good and life is progressing under the warmth of the sun.

The title says it all..

Never! How could a title capture all this beauty?

Seem sunsets from the house are best captured with a telescopic lens. In my viewfinder, a reflection of the sun was floating on the water and I wish I had have been able to capture it. However, the sunsets here are still outstanding... when we are not fogged in anyway. One final look to the horizon (I don't see any ships) before turning my attention in other directions.

This is Willows wonderful camera work. I like how she captured the shadow too.

 

 

 

And with that I am off to read "Mycophilia" A book that explores a ladies journey from food into all things Mushroom. It offers a look at production, forging, cooking, conferences and science and so much more. Accessible written enough for the lay reader and peppered with facts and figures to paint a portrait of the mushroom world and those that inhabit it. Its not technical.. that book sits in my bag awaiting my attention.. but it is educational.

 

 

And also on the table is Marten Eden by London. Its a love and life story. I am reading for the story, for the technical aspects of his style, to tune my ear to my landlords preferences and to get an idea of what our joint writing venture might shape up to look something like. My style having been equated more with Jack Kerouac then Jack London... but I think I can straddle that divide with ease. From the sound of what I am reading and what I am hearing.. It looks like I will indeed be trying my hand at the great American Novel, one that strings together multiple themes and paints the human spirit. Im chewing on it, have not begun drafting but I think I am up to the challenge. Some more brain storming with Eugene is needed as we pin down some of the nature we wish to capture. Perhaps this weekend while we walk the oak trees and determine pruning needs and wood harvesting to begin our mushroom endeavor. 

 

"You get what you get when you go for it"  sings Barry Manilow (what's up with the hair?) and reminds me its time to stop sitting here and to get up and make my fortune. Back to the game with me. TTFN. Love you Mom!

 

 



Daily vibe 8/21/13

Greg is sick and likely in bed. Kids are at school and I am curled up in a coffee shop fulfilling my commitment to self to stop and write...  Even if I don't have much to say.  Having said so much recently. Pink Floyd albums spin on the turntable. The sound of animals skipping along. Parents, tourists, students and buisness men filter through looking for their morning fix.  Coffee.. It crosses just about all cultural and economic divides ( much like booze) It's power is worth a ponder.

  On my plate today is more reading writing and research... Party planning.. And allergy shots after school.  A grey sky threatens to swallow my smile in its gloom but then I realize where I am and how can I not beam with the knowledge that I am here to live another day and strive towards dreams. Anyway.. Time to get back to it!

Rocking the tongue

This is just one of those funny stories I have to share..

When we were at moms she out of the blue asked how we might respond if willow brought home a suitor who on first meeting her parents was to take her hand and lick it in front of us.  :|  Greg reacted with indignation, I kept quiet.. not sure where she was going but knowing it was going somewhere.  It seems she never quite got over a similar little display of Gregs when they first met. Funny thing is I started it by licking him when her back was turned.  It was the metal thing to do back in the day. hahaha.  Seems I still have trouble keeping my tongue in my mouth! (This was in one of my oak trees.. its a way of showing love.. a weird way.. but a way) Love you Mom!