Share Your World — Motivational Flavors

Share Your WorldMelanie brings us another edition of Share Your World. Today she wants to know our thoughts on motivational speakers, flavors, rustling in the bushes, and climate.

What do you think of professional motivational speakers? Do you think they motivate?

ProSolutions National 2006To me, it’s all a bunch of happy talk bullshit and all it motivates me to do is to vomit in my mouth. But I’m a cynical skeptic, so there’s that.

Do you have a favorite flavor?

A favorite flavor of what? To be honest, since I lost my sense of taste after middle ear surgery at the end of last year, any flavor that I could actually taste would be my favorite flavor.

While out walking, you hear a rustling in some bushes. What do you think of?

Speaking of the middle ear surgery I had late last year, I can no longer hear anything out of my left ear, so if the bushes were on my left, I wouldn’t be able to hear any rustling. If the bushes were on my right side, I’d think, Hey, I actually hear rustling in those bushes. Cool!

What’s your ideal temperature (nature-wise)? Hot, cold, temperate and mild, humid, or bone dry?

One of the things I liked best about living in San Francisco was the climate. It was temperate, rarely getting into the 80s in the summer or down into the 40s in the winter. Year round, typical daytime temperatures ranged from highs in the mid-fifties to the low-seventies. Today’s high in the section of San Francisco that we used to live in will be 66°F. Delightful.

In February we move just 35 miles away to the east side of the San Francisco Bay. In February and March, the low temperatures just before dawn occasionally dipped below freezing. And starting in May, we’ve had around a half-dozen days already where the late afternoon highs reached 100 or more. Today’s high here is projected to be in the upper 80s. Too damn hot!

FFfPP — The Painted Ladies

3CB54876-AC06-47D9-BB8E-12CFA99FCE1EDavid and Adele would take their dog, Bandit, on his daily walks at the Alamo Square Park in San Francisco. On the east side of the park stood the row of iconic San Francisco Victorian homes known as “The Painted Ladies.”

“Wouldn’t you love to live in one of those Painted Ladies?” Adele asked David one beautiful spring morning.

“No way,” David said. “We’d have no privacy at all. People would be standing in the park across the street snapping photos of our home. And I heard that the people who live there are constantly having to deal with tourists knocking at their doors and wanting to have a tour of their homes.”

“Still,” Adele said, “These homes are beautiful, they are in a great location, with the park across the street and stunning, panoramic views of the city from the rear. How could you not want to live in one of them?”

“It’s an unrealistic and impractical fantasy of yours that we can’t come close to being able to afford,” David said. “Now let’s head home and get some breakfast. Bandit and I are starved.”

As David and Adele were sitting at their small kitchen table eating breakfast, David said, “Isn’t this interesting?”

“Isn’t what interesting?” Adele asked her husband.

David held up that day’s edition of the San Francisco Chronicle. The headline read:

Iconic Painted Ladies to be Razed to Make Room for Luxury Hi-Rise Condos


Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Photo credit: MorgueFile March2020 file000508086684.

Weather or Not

CD817633-1264-4850-9EEC-CD1130B2C90FOne of the things I loved about living in the city of San Francisco was its temperate climate. It never gets that cold in the winter nor that hot in the summer. It’s an extremely rare day where it gets to 90°F in the summer or down into the 30s in the winter. Most of the time the temperatures year round range between lows in the upper 40s and low 50s and highs in the 60s or low 70s.

Take today, for example, where the temperature in the section of the city we used to live in was a delightful 71.BF8BBA4A-6905-43F3-914D-8736A3D23E20But a few months back we moved to an East Bay suburb just 35 miles east of our old stomping grounds near Golden Gate Park. And weather-wise, it’s a whole new ballgame. I just got back from walking my dog and it’s HOT outside. How hot is it?BE5F238C-891C-4379-AAAC-E5C290C1FE3EIt’s 101, but the “real feel” is 108! If you can find some shade to stand in, it’s only 99!

I miss San Francisco. Well, the weather, anyway.

Photo Challenge — Never Mind

4EBFBB4B-8D4E-473B-8154-A2D14E15DA4F“Look,” Emily said to Jim, holding her hands out for him to see.

Jim got a confused look on his face. “Why do you have those white flowers between your fingers on both of your hands?” he asked.

“Because, silly,” Emily said, “I’m excited about our trip to San Francisco this weekend, where the girls wear flowers on their hands.”

Now Jim was even more confused. “What are you talking about, Emily?”

“That song,” she responded. “The one about San Francisco where the lyrics talk about going to San Francisco and wearing flowers on your hands.”

Jim shook his head. “I think you’re a little confused,” he said. “First of all, the lyrics say flowers in your hair, not on your hands. Second of all, that song was written back in the hippie days in 1967, Emily, almost 30 years before you were born. People don’t go around with flowers in their hair anymore, even in San Francisco. And definitely not on their hands.”

Emily meekly turned to Jim and simply said, “Never mind.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge prompt. Photo credit: cottonbro on Pexels.com.

A Bird in the Hand?

Those of you who are regular readers of my blog know that a month ago my wife and I moved out of our San Francisco home and into a new home in an East Bay suburb. And you may also know that we bought our East Bay home before selling our San Francisco home by taking out a bridge loan. The sooner we sell our San Francisco home, the sooner we can pay off the bridge loan and stop incurring the carrying costs on our old home.

The good news is that there’s been a lot of interest in our San Francisco home. Our realtor had set tomorrow morning at 9 am as the deadline to receive offers on that property and she is expecting from six to ten competitive offers.

But yesterday morning, she sent us an email telling us that we had received a surprise, “preemptive” offer. She wrote,

Good morning! An agent sent in an offer (terms are above asking, all cash, all contingencies waved, and a quick closing). They know we have an offer date Wednesday morning. Likely her client does not want to have to compete against others in what will be a competitive situation.

Are you fucking kidding me? Over asking price! All cash offer! No contingencies! Quick closing date! It doesn’t get any better than that, does it?

And then our realtor wrote,

It’s in your best interest to do as we discussed and honor the offer date for the other agents. You will definitely have multiple offers to choose from and can negotiate with the highest competing offers to get more. Though this offer is strong, if the buyers are serious about your home, they will resubmit their offer on Wednesday at 9.

Yikes. All I could think of was my Fandango’s February Expressions prompt from last Friday, which was, “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”A54E39A6-30B7-43E0-B083-A921AC11EA07Should we jump on this really strong offer (the bird in the hand)? Or should we, as our realtor suggested, take a chance and wait until tomorrow morning to see if any better offers (birds in the bush) come in? We have until 1 pm Pacific time today to decide.

Yeah, I know. This is a really good problem to have, right? But I’m agonizing over what to do. If we wait, and the people who made this amazing offer pull out and a better offer doesn’t materialize, I’ll be kicking myself for not having jumped on the bird in hand. But would we be making a costly error if we do accept the “preemptive” offer when other, even stronger offers might come in from the proverbial birds in the bush if we wait until the prescribed offer date and time? Gah!

What would you do?