My quote machine is not working. I took my benadryl so I will have to cut it short anyway.
The northern breeds are M's favorite. I hope is owners come. Too much hair.
Great about "Dead Lobster."
I am proud of you to be out and about. I used to be a cafe studier. I got into graduate school in Berkeley cafes. Where I live has nowhere to go. No public place that calls for me. I am from the Bay Area, full of street life. You know how I feel about street life.
The upside of where I live is that the people are warm. Just doing shopping is a pleasure. Costco, 99cent store, Sears...people are so nice to me. I never liked Sears in my whole life. Now I go to return Lands End stuff. The patrons and workers are so kind. I love returning stuff.
Where I live has nice walking paths throughout the small city, alongside creeks. I can walk 5 minutes to a path constructed for walking. There are always people out. They say Hi. Once an elderly Sikh man ran up to me and hugged me and kissed me, and conversing in Punjabi. GoingNorth on this site he must have thought he knewm me because Sikhs are among the most well-mannered of people.
That is another reason I like where I live. It is so multi-cultural. The inland of California, as you know, is cheaper. We have gotten large groups of immigrants, Southeast Asian refugees, Sikh, all manner of Latin Americans, Portuguese largely from the Azores, many Arabic peoples. I love that.
The downside is that there is a legacy of prejudice here in this formerly white-dominated town. My Dad's family came 100 years ago. They were narrow minded people. When I went to my cousin;s funeral there were maybe 300 people there. One non-white person. And he was the date of his daughter. A lot of prejudice. Even against my mother, my maternal family. That is one of my earliest realities, the recognition that I was to some extent rejected by my father's family.
I lived here first about 20 years ago. I was in a one year long leadership program. Once a month we met and were introduced to a facet of the community: Like health, education. My favorite day was agriculture. I have always had a fascination with agriculture since I was a child. We went to a pig farm. Sad. But we went to a big almond ranch. There was a group of Ag people there. We were standing around in an open barn. I remember like it was yesterday. I spoke up for the agricultural workers, the undocumented. I became a pariah. I do not know how I had such guts/stupidity. All these years later I felt such a fool. To do such a thing, I would tell myself, was self-destructive. There are moments though when you have to speak your truth. I did. What can I do?
Well, I've been chatty kathy after all. Good night, feeling. I am glad you checked in.
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