Hello, my friends.
I’ll start my blog with a personal introduction. I am a solitary human being, by choice. Having grown up in the bustling city of San Francisco from 1957 on, I’ve certainly had a full and eventful life, but those stories are for later on down the road. At present, I am living in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California, in a redwood forest, with two cats, several skunks under my house, and plenty of other wildlife. Being there reminds me of an old ballad, “Ridgetop,” that was Jesse Colin Young’s #1 hit when I was almost 16 years old. I always wanted to live in the place that he described, and I have finally achieved that dream in time for my 55th birthday.
Even though I commute down out of the mountains every workweek, I sit in my office all day, doing word processing projects that are usually emailed back and forth, so I’m mostly alone. And when I go home, get out of my car, breathe in the earthy scent of the air, and hear my river unceasingly flowing past my house, I am so happy that no human being is waiting for me to arrive, just Mouse in the greenhouse window peering out to see me come through the gate, and Anubis lurking in the depths of the closet. My rescued kitties. There is no one so happy to see you as a rescued animal is. They know what it’s like to be kicked and broken, and they know what it is like to be loved. So do I.
It’s Friday today, and thus I am anticipating a wonderful two days without people. Just me, nature, and the kitty cats. And a lot of housework, which I pretty much ignore during the week. I have a long commute, eighty miles a day, so there’s an easy choice between doing the dishes and lounging with Mouse, giving him a good scratch behind the ears, listening to his purr.
I’m going to stop here for now. I know it’s not very exciting so far, but the intros never really are. Setting up the base. Talk at you later! 🙂