Once again we have fled the desert heat for the cool of the northern California coast. As usual, I came laden with a huge list of lofty goals I somehow think I will accomplish merely because I have changed my geographic location. What amazes me most I suppose, is that I continue in this naive belief that making huge lists of goals will somehow lead to their being achieved, even though years of experience have proven me wrong beyond measure.
I list by example: Listening to the collection of Great Courses I have somehow amassed; watching the hundreds of subtitled foreign films I bought from some strange man in Australia years ago; attending yoga, aerobics, stretch and strength training classes regularly; hiking 6-8 miles daily; taking stimulating road trips; planning and preparing innovative and healthy meals… Need I go on? This doesn’t even cover the necessary day-to-day chores that take up much of my time, like trying to tidy the entire redwood forest surrounding us.
The goal I really need to work harder on this summer is the “cut yourself some slack goal”. My efforts to inject my life with order and meaning are, in the end, vastly underappreciated by myself and others. I may start working harder on doing less.
When we got to the Sea Ranch the reality of vacation home ownership raised its ugly head as we discovered two huge windows and the furnace had given up the ghost. Once again my fortitude as a homeowner is challenged. I told my local realtor friend, Christine, that if she can bring us a buyer at the right price without our having to go on the market we would sell at the drop of a hat and gladly become renters rather than owners for our remaining years. Of course, I always feel this way the first few days after arrival and could probably benefit from some coaching by the full timers in what appears to be their more zen approach toward home maintenance and repair.
Our first week here we attended the grand reopening of the Stewart’s Point Store (Two Fish South). This store is one of those with creaking wood floors and old counters and has gone through many resurrections. Its reopening was highly anticipated and well attended by locals and weekend tourists alike. It is an ambitious project for the two women who have another small bakery on the Sea Ranch. In this very remote location it will take lots of luck and good management to make both a success.
This past Saturday we had a variety of local events and activities with which to distract ourselves. We could walk the Sea Ranch Golf Links for charity, attend the Third Annual Wool festival in Point Arena, attend the Sustainable Sea Food Festival at the local market, or go to the on-screen British stage production of Dangerous Liaisons. The weather was drizzly so we decided to opt for the scent of wet wool at the Wool Festival near Pt. Arena.
This turned out to be an entertaining choice, featuring a pleasant rural farm setting with sheep and plenty of local craftspeople plying their goods, wearable and edible. There were demonstrations and live music to entertain almost everyone, although it turns out sheep can’t be shorn when wet.
We are already over two weeks into our stay here and still have not planned any road trips which are also on our wish list. Once we get some of the domestic chores accomplished we will plan some fun.