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Aug.15.2010
It's a friend of sorts, my fridge, knows me, my hopes and has seen me at my worst without making judgement.  As I sit here tonight, its fan is humming, it's making gurgling sounds and it has a purpose in life.  Some people I know have achieved far less than that.   There's no other sound in the...
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Aug.12.2010
This is it, the big cars-are-everything week on the Monterey Peninsula. It includes everything from exotic car auctions at Portola Plaza in downtown Monterey to the Concours d'Elegance at Pebble Beach where cars of exquisitely rare marques are rolled down the 18th green to the ooohs and aaaahs of...
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Aug.09.2010
I was rummaging around in the flower pots, my head down and my sleeves catching on the twigs and thorns on the rose bushes.  I had to squat down to reach a recalcitrant weed and it seemed gravity was working overtime when I had to stand again, but I made it.  I stood there surveying my work and...
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Aug.08.2010
It's high noon and I'm about up to here with vampire weather.  We throw aside the morning paper and head for the door, eyes fixed on points east sure to be frying in hot sunshine.  I want to throw a shadow, not belong to the cast of Dark Shadows (ancient vampire soap opera from the 70s).  ...
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Aug.07.2010
At the market today, I watched people move among tables and bins piled with edible things, and I watched the way everything was lifted, turned, touched and weighed by many hands reaching, tapping, squeezing or gripping.  Hands connected buyers, sellers, and the living gems laid out before them...
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Aug.04.2010
Before dawn, the downspouts from the roof gutters were dripping and pinging, the patio was damp and, noticing the wet sounds outside, my heart sank.  I'd heard big stories on the news services the night before.  Floods in Pakistan, extreme heat and wildfires in Russia, the oil disaster in the...
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Jul.31.2010
We walk into a small cafe, spot a table for two against the wall and seat ourselves.  The hostess walks by, drops off two menus and keeps going. She looks like she'd rather be driving heavy equipment.  It would make loud grinding sounds, tear up pavement; she is not to be ignored, dammit. She...
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Jul.29.2010
The bay is cerulean blue and has slopping waves at its edges.  You can feel there is fog out there a few miles offshore, but the sun is leaning against it with riches and glory.  Fog is skulking somewhere, sending a scurrying little breeze in to shore to scout a path inland, but it will be much...
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Jul.28.2010
I noticed the tiniest fly I'd ever seen in my life today.  I suppose it was a fly; it had wings and landed on my computer like one, but it was so small I could hardly see it.  It seemed to have actually made a decision to land on my keyboard, but how?  I can't imagine it had a brain.  Something...
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Jul.27.2010
Returned to Sedona, AZ from Monterey, CA yesterday. We're searching for a new residence somewhere in the Monterey, Carmel areas. The depressed real estate market has hit those areas but not so much. Foreclosures and short-sales are plentiful, but the problem is that most of the REOs and short-sales...