Most of the time people play a big part in generating one's mood for the day, be it for the better or worse, depending on the situation.
Realizing that the Pt. Reyes National Park Expansion Bill had basically fizzled, of which Borello Ranch had potential of being a buyout, I knew I had to pick myself up by the bootstraps and strike out in a previously discussed but new direction to salvage the assets that Bob Borello worked so hard to create and maintain. It is a quest of not just financial undertakings, but of honor and needless to say, I was a little bummed to have to go back to square one.
Then I got a phone call from Mr. Lee Schlender, an attorney in Idaho, that I better fly back to Idaho ASAP because our family home had burned to a crisp and now was becoming a hazard and I would have to view its remains and demolish it. It not only meant a lot to our family, but it was built in 1892 by the founding father of the town of Hailey. A piece of history gone forever. Another bummer.
After that phone call from the potato state, I received one from Joel Langdon, my good friend and neighbor next door. He informed me that he was moving out because he bought a home in Inverness. Happy for him, but unhappy for me, as I felt I was losing one of my best friends. Joel is one of the kindest, most considerate young men in all of West Marin, and after years of him hanging around with his noisy motorcycles and race cars, I will miss him and his feline buddy Dirty Ernie.
Now, I'm on a triple bummer! (The ranch, the home, and Joel.)
What's a girl to do? Well, I sauntered down to the Old Western Saloon, as many of my patrons do all the time, and consoled myself with a Grand Mariner on the rocks and then proceeded to walk the main thoroughfare.
And as I walked, the heaviness was leaving my heart. Running into the happy faces and warm spirits that subtle make our community a great place to live.
One of the first rays of sunshine I bumped into was my good buddy of 25 years, Terri Thornton. Her face alone reminds me of a giant radiant sunflower, let alone her open passionate nature. We touched base about when I'd luxuriate in her next massage and hot tub delight given to me by her at Terri's Home Stay, high atop the Inverness Ridge. It's a real hedonistic treat!
Next, I dropped by to see our twinkly little beautician in town, Jackie Martinson. She was all perky and ready to go and in one hour after a lot of snipping and laughing, I left a little more chipper.
Feeling a bit hungry, I headed over to Cafe Reyes and ate of their great chimechangas, but one of the greatest pleasures was conversing with the owner, Robert, who is always an upbeat, smiling kind of chap with great sense of humor. My dark clouds were fading as I meandered over to the post office.
There I ran into Marian Shinskey, who is another happy, high, spiritual lady. I apologized again for forgetting to bring her and husband Don, business manager of the Pt. Reyes Light, their wedding present. Shame on me big time, but as usual Marian was her jubilant, understanding self. Don, you got a good one there!
At the Station House Gift Shop I had a few laughs with Kathy Hawrus and Barbara McClellan, went another couple of feet down the block and came face to face with Esther, owner of the Pt. Reyes Bookstore and she gingerly gave me a hug and off I went back to the Saloon.
Just as I was walking up the steps to the swinging doors, I spied Julio Cesneros, who used to clerk at the Palace Market, striding straight for me with guitar in hand. He is a gentleman from the old school, where manners are an art form, and should be taught or retaught to all of us. He promised me once to teach me guitar and I guess today was the day. He strummed and sang two Latin standards, "Besame Mucho" and "Solamente Una Vez," and with that to end my afternoon, my blues were gone!
So I guess the purpose of this column is to let many of you know that you do make a difference, a big difference in the positive energy you give us so unconsciously every day.
Pt. Reyes Station is a happy place to live and I thank you for it! And of course what would Pt. Reyes Station be without "The Godfather," Toby Giacomini? Frankly I don't think he's Italian, he's more an Irish leprechaun, the way his blue eyes twinkle when he squeezes the tomatos.
P.S. Another happy face will be appearing at the Old Western Saloon on Friday and Saturday dayshifts. My daughter Michele has decided, since attempting two masters at one time at St. Mary's college in Moraga, that a little hands-on training behind the rails wouldn't hurt. Great to have her, and Happy Birthday, Michele (one-fourth of a century)! It was only yesterday she stole my golfcart and got her first haircut from Earl the barber.