That moment at the end of the day when you know the day is actually coming to close...when you know the next move you make is to find relief (take a deep breathe and release the sigh) from the jaggedness of the day.  The barrier that we construct throughout the course of the day to separate our true selves from that person that we become everyday in order to be successful, whether it's at making a living or redefining ourselves in order to make ourselves feel more like part of the world.  Ooooh....I think I'm getting a little too much in my head. It's complicated in here and can be difficult to write down (even in my teenage diary) without sounding like a crazy person.  And who knows how long it would take to get to my actual point in this posting.

So jumping to my point, I wanted to describe my experience of coming down from a day. And it's not an everyday experience anymore but it's one I made a routine of for a few years and, whenever I think about it, it always feels fresh and refreshing.  I would get home from a day or the "5:00" hour would come around and I would pour myself a cran and Stoli, walk out onto my porch (unless it was 95 degrees with 100% humidity...Florida can be brutal during the summer), sit down and look at my cocktail.  It was at that very moment that the day had officially started to close. That first crisp sip of cranberry juice, vodka and melting ice that I could make my way back to being me, plainly and simply. I would sit on my porch sipping my cocktail and watch the world go by (On the east coast drinking at work is typically unheard of...apparently it kills productivity). Although we typically don't consciously think about it, there is always something that we do to complete a day and pay respect to the simplicity that is life.  And we all do it whether we have an insanely crazy busy day or we spent the day reading while enjoying the great outdoors.  

I find the intricacies of life to be fascinating.

Goat Festival on 4/20 in San Francisco.  Yep, that sounds pretty epic in the world of people-watching if I do say so myself.  This festival was posted all over the place.  Had to be great without a doubt. It was a festival dedicated to goats! was less than grand.  It was actually flat out disappointing. The farmers' market was going on and there were three scattered tents for the goats.  One tent actually did have baby goats you could pet, but you had to wait in line for an hour to fight your way to touch one (unfortunately no pics of goats...sorry, folks).  So, goat festival = fail.

The farmers' market was pretty rad.  As we walked up to it we were passed by a group of naked bicycle riders.  Well, actually some of them wore jackets and top hats, so I guess that would be bottomists?  Then there was a group of Venezuelans demanding the recount of a fraudulent Venezuelan election.  I wonder how effective that was in San Francisco.  I really have no idea.  For all I know they hold Venezuelan elections in San Francisco.

It was a beautiful day, so despite the goat festival disappointment, just getting out and seeing the sights was lovely. 
Yesterday I woke up feeling happy.  I'm not implying that I don't usually wake up feeling happy (it's actually something I don't necessarily think about when I first open my eyes in the morning).  Why did I wake up feeling happy, at least, consciously happy?  First of all, I had a very vivid dream of securing great employment.  This has been my challenge over the last few months.  Not only am I trying to get into the startup industry in the bay area, but I'm also trying to switch career paths.  Suffice it say it's definitely taking longer than I had hoped, and it was a nice dream to wake up to until reality kicked in.  So back to my story, the dream was great...felt very real.  As I've noted in earlier posts, when you look out any window in this house, all you see is green.  Once my vision came into focus and I peered outside I saw a deer.  Never in my mind did I think that I would see a deer in Sausalito.  And it was huge!  Florida deer are tiny, so this one was practically as big as a horse. 

At first I couldn't believe what I was seeing and then excitement and haste overcame me.  So I quickly got out of bed and raced upstairs to tell Laurel what was outside.  Immediately she reached for her camera.  It has moved behind a tree so we weren't able to get a great shot of it.  There are a couple below.

Seeing as how seeing a deer when I first awoke could be symbolic, I looked it up online.  I'm always curious about the meaning of things in the bigger picture of life and why we feel connected to some things more than others. So the meaning behind seeing a deer is symbolic of opportunity and new adventures just around the corner. I believe that is very appropriate for my life right now.  And hopefully sooner rather than later I will embark on a new adventure.
I've always wondered if the infamous green thumb turned green as a result of genetic makeup or exposure to its powers.  Having given it some thought over the years, I always end up thinking myself in circles and have not come up with the answer.  For me I think it's a little of both.  On my pop's side of the family growing plants and whatnot is just what they've always done.  In fact, my grandparents had a greenhouse in their backyard. Yeah, it was pretty freaking awesome even though it was pretty run down by the time I came onto the scene. My dad can take a clipping of pretty much anything and make it grow. When I was younger I always loved playing outside in the dirt (and I have pictures to prove it...unfortunately they are currently in a storage unit in FL).  As a teenager I used to grow tomatoes, and as soon as they were ready to pick the bugs always got first, and subsequently, last pick of them.  But it was always fun to get them to grow.  There was always a great sense of satisfaction.

So this weekend, Laurel and I planted a vegetable garden on the upper deck where the sun shines for a few hours everyday.  We did the research and figured out what plants could be planted together, how long each would take to start producing vegetables, types of soil/compost to use, watering needs, plant spacing, and flowers that would attract pollinators to the garden.  Marigolds are wonderful flowers to plant in your garden because they attract a lot pollinators, just so ya know.

Now you're wondering what we planted.  I would be at this point.  Alright, so we planted big boy tomatoes, husky cherry tomatoes, crimson sweet watermelon (red inside), charleston gray watermelon (yellow inside), zucchini, bonnie green bell peppers, and mini jack pumpkins.  We have green bean seeds somewhere but they are currently MIA since the move.  Having two types of watermelon was not our intention.  We were so excited when picking out vegetables to grow at The Home Depot that we accidently forgot to put down the yellow watermelon plant and pick up an eggplant.  C'est la vie!  Holding all things constant, we should start seeing vegetables on our plants in as early as 40 days. Below I have pictures of the process of creating the box and planting the plants.  As they continue to grow I will post more pictures of their progress.
Being able to safely walk around the neighborhood makes getting out and exercising a LOT easier.  My older sister, Kate, who lives in Connecticut, and I decided a couple of weeks ago that we would take the month of April to walk a mile every day.  We also added some ab exercises in there as well, but that's neither here nor there.  So this past Sunday I started walking.  Yes, it was a day early but it was beautiful day for a walk!  There are all sorts of places to walk.  The cool thing about Sausalito is that there are unmarked stairways and paths all over the place so that locals can get around more easily from street to street.  For instance, if I walk out the front door and hang a right it is 8/10th of mile to the next street. Well, not all streets have these connecting paths (like the example I just used doesn't have a path because it's sooo steep and a little more wandering than most of the other roads around here), but there are a few.  On my walks with Peach, the golden retriever (my sister's dog), we've found four of those paths so far.  They are pretty nifty and one of these days I'll take a picture and post it...scout's honor even though I was never one.

I've been doing well with the walking.  We've been averaging about 1.3 miles a day.  It would be higher but I had to give my legs a break yesterday.  The day before was quite painful and close to the shin splints danger zone.  But taking the day off was exactly what I needed.  We made great time with a 1.74 miles walk today.  Climbing hills is definitely a challenge and something I am not used to.  I grew up at/just above sea level, so going on a walk and gaining a total of 433 ft during a 35 minute walk can be miserable at points (and always the point in the walk when someone wants to stop and talk!).  But at the end of the day, I'm 100% glad I did it.  And so is Peach!  

Here are some photos of the view from my walks.  Enjoy!
The cure to living in constant fog is, of course, moving.  So that's what we did.  We moved from Daly City to Sausalito.  It's night and day.  Redeeming qualities of Daly City?  Ummm.....not many, maybe two - (1) access to the best dog beach (Fort Funston) on the peninsula and (2) proximity to the airport.  Redeeming qualities of Sausalito? Pretty much everything except the aforementioned qualities of Daly City, except that you can walk your dog everywhere in Sausalito while feeling safe (and there is a small beach accessible to dogs) and there is dedicated transportation to and from the airport. 

This place is pretty sweet.  It doesn't have the amazing view of the city and bay, but it's so high up on the hill that you feel like you live in the trees.  Literally! There is also a hummingbird that lives in the tree right off of the upper deck.  People are extremely nice in this neighborhood, as well.  I can't leave the house without being stopped and welcomed to the neighborhood.  I've never interacted this much with neighbors since I was a kid.  That makes me sound like a snob.  Apartment dwellers (which I've been for the last several years) aren't that friendly and I believe it's because they live so close to one another that they don't want people popping over all of the time.  And it's true.  When you go home you want to be able to enjoy your own space without distraction and on your own terms.  That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Below you will see a couple of pictures that are the view from the upper deck and looking down at the creek below.  Yes, there is also a creek.  And in the morning you (and when I say you, I am clearly talking about myself which would make it sound like I am writing to myself...and I very well could be) can hear the birds chirping.  It almost feels like a Disney movie except I haven't started singing along with the birds (at least, not yet).