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Spring in the Front Yard Garden   3 comments

The weather this year has been a bit confusing.  It has been unusually cold in San Francisco, California and hot. My seeds did not do well, but the self seeded plants seem to be growing nicely; ” nature knows so much better than me.”

The mustard has been popular, the peas need some explaining. I will be planting squash plants for the popular squash flower soon, so be watching for that.

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I wonder what this means?   Leave a comment

I was out with my dog for a long walk this morning, pretty early.   There’s a nice spot for me to rest and my dog to smell, a couple of blocks away from my house, so we stop.  This morning I visit with one of my neighbor friends that lives in this area.  He was cleaning up, sweeping. I love that he also sweeps his block.

We visited for a while and he wondered if I had noticed changes in the hood. In fact, I said, I do see changes.  I see changes in the homeless population.  I see more homeless men.  He wondered their ethnicity, he is Latino.  They are white men, I told him.  I am seeing more white men pushing carts.  It is not that they have not been pushing carts for a long time, they have, it is more that they are not usually in my neighborhood, these particular men.

This is of interest to me.  It means that their old neighborhood has somehow become less desirable.  Maybe there are too many police, too many rich and intolerant neighbors, not enough of what they are looking for?

The change in my neighborhood is one of the first things I notice during economic down times. This is not the first down time, economically speaking,  in my neighborhood, but it is the first time I have noticed a change in the face. I wonder what this means?

smiling helps   Leave a comment

When your time is not your own smiling helps.
I have needed to be a little more flexible because, “my time is not my own”.  I walk when I must, not when I want, drive a car for its quickness, not take the bus or ride my bike and walk my dog when I can.

Though this is not my favorite way of being in the world, I have found that smiling helps. Just the lifting of the corners of your mouth and smiling, even if you are not feeling it, helps. I think the brain must be conditioned to feel a bit better when the face smiles.

Smile when you think of it, even if you are not feeling it. I hope you will feel you better; I do.

Posted September 6, 2011 by sarahdorrance in Thinking, Uncategorized

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Neighborhood Dogs in Communique   Leave a comment

This morning, early, I took my neighbor and good friend to the airport.  There’s a game at the Stick today, still the traffic was light. It was an easy payback for the many favors she has done for me lately and I have a car for the weekend.

I am not sure why I had to tell you about my payback; maybe too explain why I was out, without my dog.  I was out without my dog, but other dogs were out with their people.  There are 2 big dogs on our block, my little dog and a big dog on the block just west of us.  There use to be a dog next door to us, but she died.  My Dog still checks for her, she was part of this group.

The remaining dogs are often in ‘communique’. They announce who is here, who is leaving, I am home, where are you?, he shouldn’t be near my house or bench, people are here or not here, Hello!Hello!Hello!

The dog just to the west of me and My Dog announces crazily, people think it’s mean, “it’s not”, that the dog that lives behind us and above us is going home or is on a walk with it’s 1 or 2 people. It says hello to me and My Dog in the same loud, crazy sort of way.  My Dog responds in kind. The dog furthest away announces when they are near him, also kind of crazy like.

My Dog, seems unable to stop herself from making a mad dash for all of these dogs gates, barking loudly, persistently and with energy, until they bark back.  They all bark back, if they are home. It seems clear to me they are having  some sort of crazy-ass dog talk.

“don’t take this chair”   Leave a comment

On a walk with my dog and it’s gone, The Purple Chair is gone!

walking the dog   Leave a comment

I haven’t written in a few days because my elderly mother called me screaming early in the morning; she had broken her ankle in 3 places and had to be transported to the hospital. I am still tired and she is still in the hospital.

This story though is not about that, that story hasn’t ended.

This story is about ‘not’ wanting to walk my dog, because life is happening to me. This story is about walking my dog so she would be happy to be my dog and about having so many good experiences in my neighborhood, just because I walked my fabulous little dog.

I decided to water my urban front yard to put off walking my dog who waited patiently for me while I watered plants that really did need to be watered.  And as I was watering  I found someone had left seed, amaranth and some other seed, maybe watermelon. It seems late for watermelon, and then I think, “maybe it was for the birds?”  No, I think,  someone left it for me, I’m sure they left it for me. I was so happy to see it; how could it not be for me? There it was next to the bench in a cute neat little pile. I wonder if my cool friend left them for me. This friend would not know my mom was injured and she did leave me a green egg, buried in my front yard garden just the other week. Could have left the seed for me also?  Either way I am happy, I hosed them right into the soil around the tree.  I look forward to seeing what grows up.

I then, instead of walking on with my dog, visited with the neighbor friend that I share the front yard garden with. She offered me a ride to see my mother anytime after taking her daughter to school and before picking her up. She’s sweet, she likes my mom and like hers. I asked her if she would also help out with my dog and of course she would let her in or out and take her for walks if needed.

Before I had even left the front of my house a woman in the neighborhood walked by and said to me, “the roses are beautiful”.  As she was talking she casually bent down and picked a tomato from our garden, popping it into her mouth she walked on.  How much better can it get, sharing food with people you know only by sight?

These moments remind me that I am not alone, and that others are having their lives and that though none of us ‘know’ what goes on with the ‘Others’, we are not alone.