Blog label review

As a way to determine what this blog is about, I reviewed the labels that were used more than once. The winner is:

16 times - restaurants

7 times - San Francisco

4 times - Hidden Beach, pretirement, Santa Cruz

3 times - day trips, extended stays, meditation, Pacific Grove, rain

2 times - Capitola, Carmel-by-the-Sea, Chinatown, Forest of Nisene Marks, Highway 17, housesitting, organizational tips, Point Lobos, public transportation, Seascape Golf Club, shops, Skype, state parks, visitor websites, websites, wrap up

Taking Stock

Before closing this blog and saying good bye to the great pretirement experiment (or is it just the first phase?), I thought I'd review a few points:

• The documented life takes time. I was surprised at how much time it took to jot down even the minimal descriptions of our days that have appeared here. Then there's the planning and coordinating and making new plans to accommodate for unexpected events. It brought to mind that in retirement, time may become as precious as money and will have to be budgeted and allotted with more care. If I had it to do again, I would have jotted down notes and then created blog posts rather than trying to compose right in the computer.


• A new location and a different place of residence put the idea of retirement in a new perspective. It was good to have a house instead of a hotel room because we made meals, used the yard, did the laundry, and many other day-to-day activities that we will face when we retire. The differences in the locale, the weather, the geography, the people, etc. made everything a little more complicated and made us take time to think about why and how we do things that it's so easy to take for granted when you're in the groove of your familiar routine. We realized the importance of having guests and making acquaintances to break the isolation and monotony as well as the pleasure of just the two of us relaxing after dinner with no big deadlines to prepare for the next day. Family connections added stability and accountability and news from the outside world. We discovered new treats around Steve's house: the subliminal perk (seeing, smelling, tasting) of a bright yellow tart lemon on a cold, cloudy day, the pleasure of listening to the "old standby's" on the classical station on XM radio, lots of yummy treats in the fridge like corn and chili salsa.


• Don't hesitate to make adjustments to adapt to the new location. We needed a better GPS system for the car and never did. We did go to the Goodwill store and got some warmer clothes. I wish I'd also invested in a couple of pairs of thick socks too. Phil also put a lot of time into making fires at night, which made the evenings much more tolerable, but if I had it to do again, I wish we had built fires after lunch instead of dinner.


• Force yourself to slow down and appreciate the down time. We had several satisfying meditation sessions as well as tackling Sudoku puzzles with Peter's helpful coaching. Phil rigged up a light in the bathroom so he could read as he took long soaks in the tub. I listened to three audiobooks and enjoyed a lazy afternoon snuggling under a down comforter and listening to the rain. Give some thought to low-key parttime jobs, such as pet sitter (which I discovered I am not very well suited for). In retrospect, the rain was probably an advantage because it did make us slow down our pace somewhat.


• Never underestimate the cheap and easy. Besides our Goodwill duds and a steady supply of Trader Joe's bargain wines, I enjoyed several free or inexpensive sightseeing destinations, like Point Pinos Lighthouse and Tor House. Our hikes to the Forest of Nicene Marks and Hidden Beach were both memorable and so easy to get to. Don't lug around travel books when the Internet provides good information faster. Don't be afraid to re-visit the same location: climbing Russian Hill in San Francisco on two separate days brought two very different experiences. Watching the signs of spring around the neighborhood and soaking in the warmth of the last few sunny days as well as the wonder of the huge billowing white clouds (unlike any clouds I've seen in L.A.) against a brilliant blue sky were all priceless experiences that did not require Mastercard.


• Work toward a balance of activities. We had a few splurges, like me going to the Winchester Mystery House and Phil going to Pebble Beach, and balanced with many meals at home and videos. We faced the challenge of getting to know Dixie, day after day of rain, and the perpetually hectic Highway 1 and balanced the headaches with familiar comforts like going to the neighborhood Aptos Cinemas, the neighborhood library, and the neighborhood golf course. During the course of our stay, I reminded myself think big but don't knock yourself out. Let the surprises be pleasant ones.


• Allow yourself time to readjust when you return home. It has taken me a week since I returned from Santa Cruz to write this wrap up. There are lots of calls to make, bills to pay, things to clean, and work to do, so the first days home were kind of a blur and frankly it was difficult getting back in stride to meet the old responsibilities. It would have been nice to have a day of transition, but that didn't happen. At least I can reread the blog in a few weeks and draw some conclusions that haven't become apparent yet.

The Best of Both Worlds, Part Two

After an hour and a half tour of Tor House, Phil and I were ready to eat. Phil remembered driving to Pebble Beach on a public road, but we couldn't find it, so we stopped at the Carmel entrance to the 17-Mile Drive and imagine our delight when the guard there told us that we would be reimbursed for the $9.25 entry fee if we bought a meal at the Lodge at Pebble Beach, which is why we wanted to take the road in the first place. We rode away with our receipt tucked safely in Phil's wallet so we wouldn't forget and an impressively illustrated brochure with a map of the many landmarks along the 17-Mile Drive.

Turns out that map came in handy because despite the fact that it costs almost $10 to drive the route, no one seems to have put a dime into new road signs in the last twenty years or so. Between the faded print and the haphazard placement and the flat-out non-existence of signs at many intersections, we got sidetracked several time, affording us views of several multi-million dollar estates not listed on the brochure. It's been decades since I've been on the 17-Mile Drive and my memory was of non-stop spectacular views. This time, I was disappointed that many residences are surrounded by high walls or hedges which block the ocean views.

Pebble Beach did not disappoint however. Once we meandered around the access road to the visitor's parking lot, we walked into the Gallery Cafe and got a table at about a quarter to twelve with a view of the putting green and the first tee. The meals were pricey but absolutely delicious. I got fish and chips with three different sauces and Phil got the chicken pot pie, which had amazingly flakey crust and delicately seasoned sauce. There was an aura even in the cafe that we were all sharing a special experience of a place where legends were born.

After lunch, we walked down to the pro shop and Phil got a score card. We watched a few golfers tee off and then Phil reassured me it was okay to proceed on to the club house, which houses the check-in desk for the spa and the more expensive restaurants. We walked through the lobby for a drop dead gorgeous view of the 18th hole and Stillwater Cove sparking like topaz just beyond it. Phil guided me down a back stairway and out to the lawn where grandstands are set up for the big tournaments. We watched two foursomes finish up their golf round to end all golf rounds. Frankly, several of them seemed a little shell-shocked. Golf is one of those cantankerous sports that charges the most impossible courses. Phil told me that this one costs $495.

We got turned around again getting back on 17-Mile Drive but once we got our directions straight, the road up Monterey was truly memorable. The surf seemed especially wild because of the recent storms and around each curve of the rocky coast a new angle on the frothy breakers rushing toward the shore came into view. This part of the drive is less residential (more woods and golf courses) so the views were never obscured. It was a perfect way to say good bye to this majestic part of California's coastline.

Our minds were kind of blown by all the breath-taking scenery, so we took it easy back at Steve's house. Phil had a nap and I downloaded a new audio book. We had leftovers for dinner, trying to use up some of the stuff we'd brought with us or bought in the last two weeks. Then we went out to the Aptos Cinemas in the Rio Del Mar Shopping Center and watched Crazy Heart. Both of us are 57, so we were attracted to the story of a man that age who thought of himself as washed up. The story was predictable, but the acting was so convincing, we had lots to talk about on the way home.

The Best of Both Worlds, Part One

Saturday, March 6. With only two full days left before Steve returns on Monday, Phil and I each chose one excursion for today. Luckily they just happened to be only a few miles apart. I chose to visit Tor House in Carmel and he chose to take a look at the Lodge at Pebble Beach. So we had the yummy cherry cream cheese danish from Gayle's, a bagel and a hard-boiled egg with juice and coffee. I'm trying to watch my cholesterol, but hard-boiled eggs are such a neat and tidy breakfast, they're hard to resist. I throw away part of the yolk and use Spike for flavoring, but still feel a little guilty. I must say, I have not used any of my leisure time for exercise or other health-related concerns during this pretirement experiment. Phil's hypertension has not improved much either despite the lack of a commute. We have given time and thought to meditation, which we hope to continue once we return to Long Beach.

Before setting out for our destinations to the south, we took Dixie for a short walk. She wanted to go out again for a drive, but was a good sport about it when we put her back in the house. Phil called Katherine and Kevin to check on his mother's condition, but didn't connect with them.

The drive down to Monterey is becoming pretty familiar, but there always seems to be something new each time that catches my eye. This time I enjoyed the signs in a few fields telling the crop being grown with colorful 50s style characters holding produce. I always like to guess about the crops in the fields I pass, so I hope this is a "growing" trend. We stopped to stretch our legs in the Carmel shopping district and were bowled over by the prices at some of the galleries, not to mention home prices listed the realtors' windows. Phil has many memories of visiting here, but for me it is always a freakish place where people have all agreed to pay too much for everything.

We had a little trouble finding Tor House. After having read about it and heard it mentioned from time to time, I was surprised to discover the old stone cottage and rustic tower built by poet Robinson Jeffers for his wife and family is not on some remote hill overlooking the sea. It's smack dab in the middle of the million dollar plus homes we'd been reading about in the Carmel realtors' windows. There's even one imposing plate glass conglomeration that looks right down into the rose garden. We hadn't made a reservation but the tour guide very nicely made an exception for us and we didn't have long to wait before the tour began.

The design of Tor House is every bit as romantic and eccentric as you'd expect something built by a poet to be. Actually, Una Jeffers, Robinson's wife, seemed to have as much to do with the planning as he did. Their mascots, the hawk and the unicorn, appear all over the house, which is handbuilt of native stone rolled right up from the rocky shore and low-ceilinged because it was heated only by fireplaces until the 40s. Our tour guide had wonderful anecdotes to share, like when Una would thump the ceiling with a broom handle when she heard Robinson pacing too much, and she even read several poems that related to specific parts of the house. I found it inspiring that the poet would write every morning and then put in several hours each day on building the house. Sort of like the Winchester house, he kept adding on rooms and additions.

The most spectacular part of the place is a freestanding tower he built with an outside stairway and a "secret passageway" so narrow you have to go in shoulder first. The three story structure offers several striking views of the roaring surf and rocky coastline from Pebble Beach all the way to Point Lobos. Standing on top in the salt air breeze with pelicans soaring by only a few feet above our heads gave a little hint of how remote the setting must have been when the Jefferses first began to build their house there. It was by far the most memorable tour of a historic home I have taken in a long time.

Kicking Back

Friday, March 5. I slept deeply but had a hard time getting out of bed. I coaxed myself to get up by turning on the MP3 player and listening to The Poisonwood Bible. It has taken a tragic turn, so I got caught up and sat down to listen after I'd finished dressing. I didn't even hear Phil upstairs talking to his mother on a Skype call. I hurried up to say goodbye to her and fixed eggs and bagels for breakfast. We're running low on ground coffee so we had instant. We watched the Edmunds.com "Cadillac meeting" via an Internet feed. Wow! Technology is pretty mindblowing! We covered thousands of miles with just a few clicks

After breakfast, we took Dixie for a long walk. The blue sky is a pleasant surprise, but the temperature's still pretty chilly. Back at Steve's, I got clothes together for a wash and listened to the MP3 while Phil went to work. We had soup and sandwiches for lunch and one of Steve's grapefruit. It occurs to me that having a lot of citrus in this cold, wet climate not only wards off colds. It's cheery and sweet on a cloudy day. Phil had another good way to warm up. He rides Steve's exer-cycle.

About 3 pm, we hopped in the car, and drove to Gayle's Bakery. It's a good thing I didn't check out this place earlier in the visit. I would have gained mega-poundage. The sandwiches and wraps look scrumptious, but the dessert counter is even more irresistable. Phil said, "The sky's the limit," so I ordered a Delice (mini chocolate mousse with chocolate coating and crusted hazelnuts AND a cherry cream cheese danish (which I saved for later). Phil got a downtowner (light almost crispy muffin with cinnamon sugar garnish) and a bear claw). We had coffee and sampled some of the treats before we headed out for a walk. I resolved to surf the web when I got home to try and find a bakery approaching Gayle's caliber in the Long Beach area.

It took Phil's sharp eye to find the entrance to the Forest of Nisene Marks State Park. It is sort of a poor stepchild as state parks go with little signage and narrow roads rutted with pot holes. It's obscurity makes for limited visitors, so we enjoyed the quiet of the tall trees with a few joggers and one determined mountain biker. We walked up the unpaved road for a while and then veered off up the Buggy Trail. The mosses and ferns seemed to swallow up all outside noise except the babbling stream one hundred feet below us. Several homes and farms are grandfathered into the park's boundaries. We talked about what it would be like to work from home in such a serene, but remote setting.

Back at home, Dixie welcomed us enthusiastically. She really seems to have accepted us at long last. We tried to prolong the serenity of our forest walk by having a meditation session, which spooked Dixie a little bit. Phil got a fire going and then we fixed tortellini with a souped up marinara sauce and salad and bread sticks. Dixie had her dinner as we ate in front of the TV, watching the Colbert Report for the first time in months. After taking Dixie for a short walk, we settled down on pillows in front of the TV to watch another Hitchcock classic, The Birds. It is always fascinating to see how he manipulates expectation for the maximum of suspense and surprise. The California locations were also fun to watch. Phil brought Dixie's box back upstairs and she seemed happy to be back in Steve's room. Step by step, we're getting ready for her master's return.

Picture My Life #4

Originally published March 2, 2010:

As we hiked around San Francisco I let my mind dwell on the fact that once these hills were just hills. If I could go back and gaze at that scene of natural beauty, would it be more rewarding than what greets the eye now? I decided that no, this urban landscape, created by humans, was vastly more interesting to look at. It's the complexity, the interconnectedness, which is so amazing. There is so much to look at, so many shapes and shadows, so many different purposes for the structures: houses, offices, monuments, freeways and bridges. I could spend a long time watching the clouds move about this landscape, changing the light and shadows. Take a moment, enlarge the picture, and visit this place yourself.

Picture My Life #3

Originally published February 28, 2010:

We visited Audy this weekend and she said that Tony was "cute." I told Mom this when I talked with her in the hospital. She thought it over and replied, "Drew is handsome and Tony is cute." I took this picture of them riding the "Muni" in San Francisco this weekend and all I can say is I'm very proud of them both.