FINALLY! I have been able to clear away distractions which have been taking too much time and get to a column. The garden has forgiven me for my neglect, and has responded colorfully and gratefully to the TLC given by Rosie, John and Fran. I do manage to keep the squirrel and hummingbird feeders and the water bowl tended to, and all the pots watered.
Chief of the distractions has been the advent of Molly, a little old black cat with a white chest and white shoes on all four paws. We found her crying in front of homes on Daisy Street when we parked to go to a funeral at the Mormon temple. She wasn't walking too well. After trying to contact all the official animal care groups and getting nothing but answering machines, I just went and got her and took her to my vet for a thorough check-up.
She didn't have any of the dreaded cat diseases, but her skin was covered with flea bites, for which she got immediate treatment, and she was diagnosed with arthritis of the spine, for which she now gets pain meds. She'd been spayed, so she must have been someone's pet. She was really unadoptable, and not fond of other cats, so she could not stay at Oakwood, which has an office full of refugee cats, so ...
Molly is now safe in our den, where she sleeps most of the time, but likes attention and does a lot of talking. She is eating well, and is very good about using her box. She gets out in the house when the boys, Oliver and Toby, are outside and the door to the bedroom hall is shut. She is very good at hiding and driving me crazy with worry that she may have gotten outside — a no-no.
Getting her license is at the top of the errands list and I have ordered her a name tag. The errands list is long and has been postponed right now because of the heat. It bothers me more than it used to.
During cooler weather, I visited the Woodbridge Farmers Market one Sunday, and a great project is not doing too well. I talked to Micaela, baker at Phillips Farms, who has had a produce stand there (her daughter is now going to run it as M is working Sundays), and we discussed some promotional needs.
This market is a great opportunity for senior citizens to obtain fresh fruits and veggies, walnuts, olive oil and other good stuff. There is plenty of parking, the place is not crowded, and using walkers and wheelchairs will work well. There are not the problems of long walks from car to market and having to navigate a long walk in crowded, hot conditions to buy good products.
Could some Thursday vendors give a thought to this market, too?
I would really like to see this project succeed. It is sponsored by the owners of Woodbridge Crossing, and is located between that restaurant and Cactus Restaurant, right on Lower Sacramento Road. It can be a great advantage for Woodbridge residents in general. It needs more publicity — posters around the area and large signs at both entrances to the city to announce it. A canvas banner could be stretched over the entrance, at least when the market is open.
One more consideration is scheduling. Sundays from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. avoids the hotter part of the day, but for churchgoers (mostly seniors) who usually go to lunch after church, there is not much time. Question — what other times? Saturday morning, competing with general catch-up and soccer games? Not a problem with most seniors. Early Monday evenings? Conflicts with evening meals? There are problems with almost any time, but if an effort is made to draw senior citizens, there may not be many. The market could be included on regular shopping days.
Met a delightful lady at the allergy doctor's the other day — Marilyn Freitas. We had quite a chat. Seems she moved back here just recently after years in the Bay Area where she was quite successful in arts endeavors of various kinds. Right now, she is looking for a local drama company to help her produce a musical, which she describes as quite good. It is about the role of the Chinese during the Gold Rush days, and she herself has written book, libretto and music, all three. She is in the phone book, so local drama groups, take heed!
And one to end with: "The woods would be silent if only the best birds sang." — Amish proverb
Gwin Paden has been around town since 1957, and has been busy with several careers and active in a number of community organizations. It's been a good ride, shared with a lot of good friends and a very supportive family. You can reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org.