 When you dine at a buffet-style restaurant, there are so many choices that you typically can’t fit all of your selections on one plate. It’s the perfect analogy for investing in the metaverse. NFT’s, gaming, coins, back-end support, front-end support, wallets, etc. provide so many ways to get into this emerging technology that it’s difficult to keep up, let alone invest in these companies. Your investment plate is most likely too small to fill with all of the choices in the buffet. How do you sift through the options, let alone select some of them?
Here's my method and examples of how I found and chose two of my investments: Learn Join podcasts, YouTube channels, meetups, crypto educational groups and networking. Find one that seems to be right for your ability to grasp what they’re talking about. I started with one, and when I felt I’d learned everything I could, I found another. I’m currently on my fourth or fifth information source. I can only contribute a few hours per week to this, so I listen to just one source at any given time. I am picky about what they can teach me. These sources talk about the current and emerging investment opportunities. In this article, I will attempt to avoid esoteric language. The metaverse has its own locutions and until you pick-up what they mean, it’ll sound like gibberish. Examples of the investments I made are in The Sandbox and with TacoCat Tokens. I heard about The Sandbox on a podcast I subscribe to. The podcaster was impressed with the company’s marketing strategy and its popular Minecraft look. A TacoCat founder is in an investment group I belong to. While he was talking to the group about his startup, I went to the website and looked at his experience. It was impressive enough for me to explore the company in more detail. Cursory Analysis Find what you can on the company within a 15-minute time budget. In that time, you’ll have enough information to know if you want to delve deeper or not. A brief look at The Sandbox showed that they had proof of concept, already had sold many parcels in The Sandbox, and doling out sales events in spurts to create more buzz and demand. The land prices were in my budget and I could see how I could monetize my investment. TacoCat’s ecosystem is intriguing. In their Wildcard project they have a play-to-earn format which is becoming popular in the metaverse. The digital card game allows for deckbuilding, collectability and competitive gameplay which are similar elements of a company that I own. Team Experience Who is involved and what is their background and expertise? The Sandbox team consisted of members with combined experience of at least 50 years. Their advisors have significant experience in blockchain gaming. The depth and breadth of the TacoCat team and advisory board is impressive. With their vision and experience this investment seemed likely to produce results. Utility What need does it fill or improve? Reviewing their white paper, or even their lite paper, you get the flavor of the company’s personality, vision and strategy. In this part of the process ask yourself ‘What do they bring to the metaverse and what does the metaverse bring to them?’ The Sandbox plans on ‘building a unique virtual world where players can build, own and monetize their gaming experience using SAND, the main utility token of the platform.’ When reviewing their strategy and roadmap, look for the section(s) that indicate their competitive advantages over others. With The Sandbox, more control is given to the end-user in a decentralized manner. I could see the potential for popularity and growth. TacoCat’s lite paper talked about ‘Crypto for the Mainstream.’ I know from experience how difficult it is for many to plunge into cryptocurrencies. It’s the wild west in this space with an entirely unique language. There are an infinite number of ways to lose your investment. If TacoCat can make the process easier, then the entire industry will explode in popularity. Partnerships Who are they currently partnering with and who might be a good partner in the future? What really won me over with The Sandbox was that they were already partnering with Atari, Walking Dead and Snoop Dog. I had also invested in TacoCat and could see how that might be a great partnership with The Sandbox. Both entities had strong teams and a unique selling proposition in their respective ecosystems. We shall see if that comes to fruition, but from my prospective, it would be a win-win. Intuition By now, you should have enough information to make an investment decision. The last step, and perhaps the most important, is your intuition. If there were little things that bothered you in the research, you should probably walk away. Often your inner voice is right. Oh, one more thing to remember…..DYOR. It means Do Your Own Research. It’s a common phrase which means in this case, that this article is not financial or investment advice.
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On last year’s Halloween, my husband and I were very busy. He stopped the project we were working on and began constructing something. He pulled out tools, two ladders, a vacuum, sheets, etc. He’s an engineer so I wasn’t surprised at this assembly of odd items. I was, however, annoyed that he was doing this on a day that was busy for us. He worked and worked, I seethed and seethed. He pulled our two boys in as testers and for advice. Once I got involved, I felt terrible that I had been so annoyed. It was a COVID-proof candy dispenser for the trick-or-treaters. The candy would be placed in a shoot that began above the inside of the front door from atop of a ladder. It would slide to the outside welcome mat. The shoot was covered outside with a black sheet and two skeletal hands from a previous costume. We had a Ring doorbell so we could tell when kids were coming. The first was a neighbor boy and he was alone. He tentatively walked up our somewhat dark walkway and rang the doorbell. We slid a couple of candy bars down the shoot and onto the mat. He squealed with delight. My husband was beaming, and I was proud of his device.
One very young princess started to walk up but then stopped and said she was scared. Through the Ring I was able to say, ‘We’re nice.’ With the encouragement of her dad, she tentatively walked up to the mat and out came a candy bar, followed by another and another. She bent down and tried to look up into the shoot. Smart girl forgot that she was a princess and wanted to figure out how it worked. Identifying the mechanics apparently was more interesting to her than the actual candy. She was so enthralled that her father had to practically drag her away. As the evening wore on, more kids came and then left and came back with parents and friends to show them the clever device. Unfortunately, we had the fewest number of trick-or-treaters since we began counting coming in at a paltry 30. Even the 9-11-01 count was higher at 35. Over the years, we average 150. Lucky for those who ventured out on October 31, 2020, because once we realized that we had over-bought candy, those brave souls coming to our door made out like bandits, or superheroes, or witches.  Mount Whitney is the highest point in the continental United States with a summit altitude of 14,505 feet. My pseudo cousin and I made the trek in 2014. We started at the Whitney Portal west of the town of Lone Pine on the east side of the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. From there, the trek is 20 miles round trip. The hike itself takes between 12-16 hours. The plan was to get to the trailhead, set up camp and make the hike the following morning.
We left the Central Valley of California the first morning on our four-hour drive to the Whitney Portal. Only 45 miles out of town, I had a flat tire. My husband left work and came to the rescue, trading cars and sending us on our way while he dealt with the tire. The delay meant that we wouldn’t arrive to one of the campgrounds near the trailhead until dusk. We went as far as we could until it was difficult to see. The campsites were all filled. We ended up in this odd little area right next to the trail. We set up our tent, climbed in, ate a few bites of trail mix, and slept. Well before sun-up we heard many, many footsteps walking right next to our tent on the trail. Most hikers start between 2 am and 4 am. It was impossible to sleep so we got up and prepared to join them. We left the tent and other unnecessary belongings at our site and began the ascent with our headlamps. Thankfully, the sun was fully up when we reached the switchbacks. There are so many and they’re relatively short so there is this lulling back-and-forth sensation you get similar to the rocking on a boat. The only difference being that you’re exerting energy for the hike instead of just being rocked with no effort by yourself. I don’t really remember much about the switchbacks. My theory is that it’s the hardest part of the hike and you’re just concentrating on moving one foot in front of the other with no room in your brain for anything else. There are an estimated 101 switchbacks which are difficult in and of themselves. Considering the elevation and lack of air, it was difficult on steroids. We went in June so that we wouldn’t need climbing equipment to summit. In spring or fall, you might need crampons or axes on the switchbacks to get through the ice. There were some icy areas, but not to the point where we needed equipment to get through it. As the sun rose so did the temperature. It was hot and getting hotter, we had to hydrate often which we had planned for. We grazed on trail mix, jerky, granola bars and other easy to access food as we went along. Once we completed the switchbacks, there is still hiking to do. You must continue the ascent but in a more linear way. You are now on the Trail Crest which junctions with the John Muir Trail. The trailhead and the switchbacks are south of the summit, near the top. There is a saddle with a somewhat narrow passage to continue north and up. As we passed people coming down, they would encourage us by saying ‘You’re almost there,’ ‘Keep going, it’s worth it,’ and such. We were slower than many of the others and most of these nice folks had passed us on their way up. By the time we reached the summit we were exhausted. We hadn’t slept or eaten well, and the sun had felt very hot. At the top, the temperature changed dramatically, and the cold air was welcoming. There is a small cabin which is now abandoned but has a guest book inside for summiteers to sign, which we did. Most pictures of Mt. Whitney climbers will include them with the little house in the background. There were hardly any people up there with us since we were lagging from the herd. It began to snow. The light jacket that had been around my waist was now on and fully zipped. A man came up while we were resting. He took off every stitch of his clothing and asked if we would take his picture. We agreed. He posed on a rock laying on his stomach with his legs bent up and crossed, smiling at the camera, similar to poses babies and female centerfolds use. Once the shots were approved, he got dressed and left. Later, my husband asked if we were upset or shocked. I explained that we were half dead, and it had no effect on us one way or the other. He could have been a knife welding mass murderer for all we cared. When we had sufficiently rested, we began our descent. I took a bite of jerky as we walked and within seconds, and without any warning whatsoever, threw it back up. I had no time to find an appropriate place to hide the content of my indiscretion at all. I’m guessing that it was the altitude although I never did feel nauseous. Once we were down a bit, the weather turned hot again, and I had to tie my jacket once again around my waist. The descent is hard because of the strain on your joints. Most of the trail is rock and you’re more likely to slip coming down than going up so we needed to be somewhat careful of our speed and balance. We got back to our campsite and packed up. There was a debate between us. I wanted to stay the night, relax, have a nice meal, a campfire perhaps. We could go to one of the campsites and visit with others since we were early enough to still snag a site for our tent. She was insistent on heading to the car and sleeping at a hotel in Lone Pine. Our permit did not allow for a second night and she didn’t want to get penalized for camping without a permit. I argued that no one would penalize two older women who were too tired to hike out. She was adamant and the tent was hers, so we hiked all the way back to my car and drove to town. We could only find one motel with an available room, the historic Dow Villa, which was famous for hosting celebrities like John Wayne, Gene Autry and Roy Rogers. We called home to report that we had summitted and were now safely tucked in for the night. I had read bloggers talk about the altitude sickness. My research showed that you could get Acetazolamide to elevate the ailment. I had been in Breckenridge, CO a few years earlier and had been nauseous for the first days. Reading a Whitney blogger enlightened me to what must have happened in Colorado, and, now I would be able to prevent it on this adventure. The doctor said I was wise to come to him. His son had attempted Whitney and was so sick from the altitude that they had to air lift him out. Thankfully, the medication worked. Many hikers train for Whitney. We did not. I work out with weights and/or running and as a result I was fit. My body did not complain on the hike whatsoever. I wasn’t sore the next day. The one and only challenge was oxygen. People do train for the altitude, but we had not. I knew of people who had attempted to summit Whitney but had to turn around because of the altitude. I noticed that a vast majority of hikers were twenty-something males. There were very few women, or older people. Given that my cousin and I were both female and older made me feel like we had bragging rights. I read that only an estimated 1/3 of the people who attempt Whitney actually summit. I attribute our success to the determination that we were going to summit no matter what. I think mental tenacity is the best training. Fatigue and the inability to properly inhale oxygen were not allowed into our psyches and as a result, we beat the odds. According to Wikipedia, “Half Dome is a granite dome at the eastern end of Yosemite Valley in Yosemite National Park, California. It is a well-known rock formation in the park, named for its distinct shape. One side is a sheer face while the other three sides are smooth and round, making it appear like a dome cut in half. The granite crest rises more than 4,737 ft above the valley floor.”
I don’t recall why I decided to climb Half Dome. After all, at that time I wasn’t the least bit interested in hiking. Somehow the notion grabbed me, and I was intent on successfully summiting the iconic formation. My son, who was 13 at the time, and I met with an expert on hiking in the area. He gave us gear to borrow and tips on what to bring in our backpacks. In the summer of 2009, we spent the night in Curry Village which was the closest campground to the trailhead. We got up early the next morning and were prepared to leave when we noticed a mother bear and her cubs outside of our cabin. We waited impatiently at the window until they were far enough away to safely leave. From the trailhead you cross over a bridge which has a breathtaking view of Vernal Fall. As you ascend from the Yosemite Valley floor you reach a split in the trail. If you choose the John Muir Trail it will be physically easier but longer with several switchbacks. The Mist Trail is shorter and steeper. Depending on the seasonal weather it can also be more slippery in places. I’ve hiked/climbed Half Dome four times. Each time I’ve chosen a different ascent and descent trail. I find the best for me is to ascend Mist Trail and descend John Muir Trail. The reason is because it’s easier to ascend slippery steps and paths than it is descending them. Also, as you’re descending it’s hotter in the day and John Muir has more shade. The hike can easily be done in one day if you leave before dawn. I’ve found it easier to stay at Curry Village the night before and then enter the trailhead at around 5 am with a head lamp. You can also leave from Fresno if you start out at about 3:30 am, but that makes for a very long day. Another option is to hike to Little Yosemite Valley which is roughly halfway to the Half Dome cables. The upside is that you have an easier hike each day and you reach the cables before the trailhead hikers arrive leaving it less congested. The downside is that you have to pack in and pack out camping gear to spend the night. My preference is to spend the night in Curry Village pre-hike and drive home the day you descend. The cables. In 2009, the first year I went, the cables kicked my butt. I was in good physical shape but didn’t realize how much the final ascent depended on upper body strength. It was literally the most difficult physical activity I have ever done. It was shear willpower that got me to the summit. My son, however, scampered up the cables with the greatest of ease. He was annoyed at all of the people slowly pulling themselves up the cables and decided to go outside the safety of holding onto both cables and just used one cable outside of the rudimentary stairs. Later, I learned that people had died losing their balance this way which to this day makes me shudder. Over the next year I routinely did push-ups. In 2010 my son and I went up for the second time and the cables were a breeze. On this hike we took my nephew. He was a collegiate football player who had purposely gained weight for his position. While he was in perfect shape for football, he was in terrible shape for a 16+ mile hike with a 4,800 foot elevation gain. He needed lots of breaks and had difficulty catching his breath. He called the trail a ‘hell hole.’ Each year we went up, there was an increasing number of hikers. The cables became so crowded that you could be stuck on them, semi-vertically holding on, for over an hour before summitting. They finally instituted a permitting process to control the amount of people. I’m opposed to permits as a general rule, however, in this case it makes sense. Summiting with less than half of the hikers on the cables as in years past, made it so much easier and faster. The very best part of the entire hike is repelling down the cables. To me it’s my reward for the journey. With less people to avoid, the repel is even more delightful. Reaching the top of Half Dome was exciting the first time. We sat up there eating lunch and looking out over Yosemite Valley. We had cell service at the top (no service during the hike) and let our family know we had made it. We snapped pictures and returned home. The subsequent times the summit was less impactful. By then, once we reached the top we would take a picture and then head down, not even stopping for lunch. It was just a notch in the process at that point. The Merced River is usually close to the trail. On the way out it’s nice to stop at the river, take your shoes and socks off and cool your feet in the ice water. It’s also a nice place to have lunch. Some people will take a swim but when there has been a heavy rainy season the water is swift and I find it too dangerous to chance. The river feeds the Nevada and Vernal Falls. If you’re swept away you will end up in bits and pieces and it will be virtually impossible to have much of your body left to recover from the river. Packing is a strategy in and of itself. Water is the most important thing. You can get water from the Merced River but you should filter it before drinking. I found it easier to bring 16 oz plastic bottles of water. The bottles are light weight when empty so your load is much lighter as you drink water. You’ll need more water ascending than you will descending. There are no garbage cans on the hike so everything must be packed out. Keep that in mind when bringing hard boiled eggs, oranges, bananas, etc. The more peeling and prepping you can do before hand, the better. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are great because they don’t need refrigeration, they are filling and provide nutrients to fuel your day. The first year I over packed. By the fourth time my load was much lighter and more efficient. There are hundreds of blogs regarding what to take. I suggest picking a few to read and then pick out what makes sense to you. Final comments: The Falls are beautiful and the pool at the base of Nevada Fall looks so peaceful and inviting. It’s neither. It’s the feeder to the second waterfall, Vernal and you will die. Pay attention to the signs and warnings. They’re legitimate. The cables are no joke. Respect them and you’ll have no problems. Bring gloves for a better grip. There is also a pile of used gloves at the base of the cables if you forget yours. I buy the cheap garden gloves. They are trashed by the time I’ve descended from the cables and I just throw them away later. The permitting lottery starts early in each calendar year and sells out the first day. The process changes frequently, especially because of the pandemic, so keep checking the website. Decide if you’re going to stay at Little Yosemite Valley and/or Curry Village before the lottery opens up. You’ll need a permit to camp at Little Yosemite Valley. You’ll need a reservation to stay at Curry Village. Permit and reservation availability fills up quickly. Depending on weather, the cables, and therefore permits, are available from Memorial Day through September. If at any time there is lightening the cables are closed and you’re simply out of luck. Permit requests can be made at www.yosemite.org/wildtrails/permit Decide carefully who you want to bring along with you. You’ll be with them for 10-12 hours with no respite. If they’re annoying normally, it will be amplified under these conditions. Trust me. If you’re on the fence, think about how pleased you’ll be with yourself the next day. Temporary difficulty, rather it be mental or physical, is temporary. The memory of a successful adventure will last a lifetime.  “The first person to live to 150 has already been born" says biomedical gerontologist Aubry de Grey. It’s taken me a few months to wrap my head around that thought. He may or may not be right but let’s just toy with the assumption that it’s a true statement. Let’s assume that the quality of life would be relatively good, for imagination’s sake.
If I lived to be 150 years old, I would be halfway there at the age of 75! What would that mean for the human psyche? As it stands now, my husband and I are setting our sights on retirement in a few years. Our plans for the future consider retirement income and what we’ll do with our time. We have several ideas and most of what we’re doing now is in anticipation of retirement. But how would we behave if we’re not even halfway through our expected life spans? We could have multiple careers, or, just double down on the careers we have now. We could pivot from engineer and marketer to software programmer and botanist. And even pivot again decades later. We could earn multiple degrees from a variety of educational institutes. We could learn skills that we never had time to learn before. Perhaps we’d be wiser since we tend to get wiser as we get older. There would be more time to travel and gain new experiences. Perhaps the world would seem much smaller to a 150-year-old. I wonder if we’d get bored at some point. We would get to meet our great great great great grandchildren. And they would get to know us. They would have a much better understanding of their generational roots. Society as a whole would change as well. I played with this in my book series Twenty-Seven where a rare plant was discovered that, when introduced into the bloodstream, reverted the body back to the age of 27. In the books, the outcome is problematic because the older folks are not making room in the workforce for the youngers. Athletes are competing longer, Politian’s staying in office longer. The world stage becomes crowded. That’s how I imagined it for my book series. When would you slow down? At 135? And when you’re 135 I guess you would need a really big cake to fit all the candles, or, just purchase a 1, 3 & 5 shaped candle. When competing in a marathon, runners tend to sprint at the end, depleting what’s left of their energy in order to achieve the best time and placement in the race. Perhaps we as a society should start thinking about sprinting at the end of life instead of thinking about coasting into the sunset. It’s all a mind game and we should play to win.  I wouldn’t know what that word meant if it wasn’t for my boys. According to dictionary.com, “Karen is a pejorative slang term for an obnoxious, angry, entitled, and often racist middle-aged white woman who uses her privilege to get her way or police other people's behaviors.”
When I understood the term, I immediately recalled a time when my boys were 8 and 4. The 8 year old had become Student of The Month so I picked them both up from school and took them to John’s Incredible Pizza to celebrate. There is much to do there, pizza being the least fun for kids. There are a myriad of games and each boy was given enough tokens to keep them busy for a while. My oldest apparently had to use the restroom but didn’t want to leave his game. Consequently, he wet his pants. We were 35 minutes from home and really had just gotten started. I loaded both boys into the SUV and headed a block away to Target. I told the boys to stay in the car and I would be right back. I raced in, grabbed the first pair of pants that I could find, purchased and was outside in less than 5 minutes. When the youngest saw the pants his brother got, he also wanted a pair. I raced back, grabbed them in his size, paid and was out the door in 3 minutes. I got an anxiety rush when I noticed three people standing at my car, one woman, wearing scrubs, was peering in my back window. I walked up and the peering woman scolded me for leaving my children in the car, she said they were scared. She pulled out her cell phone and called Child Protective Services (CPS). I didn’t say a word. It was absolutely none of her business and I didn’t care what she thought. I got in the car and carefully pulled out of the parking lot, not wanting to hit her (the other two had walked off when I got there). I heard her telling the person on the phone my license plate number. Since I never heard from CPS I assumed they thought the accusation was as absurd as I did. Wasting an important organization’s time on something so insignificant should be the crime here. The boys later told me they were scared because she put her face to the window. Now THAT was a Karen. Since I’ve added that word into my vocabulary, I’ve noticed it’s used for anyone, even those who are truly trying to help. I think the word, and what it suggests, reflects how people are more reluctant to do something helpful in our current culture. Somehow helpfulness has become an irritant.  I’ve never had a weight problem until the last few years. When I started gaining weight, I tried Weight Watchers, The Daniel Plan and 21-Day Fix diets. They would help, but ultimately, I kept gaining. Talking to my doctor, she suggested the Keto Diet. I did research and found it to be counter intuitive. How is it possible to eat fat and lose weight? But I had nothing to lose (pun intended).
I’m writing this blog because when I talk to people about it, they are very curious. Even at Costco, with lines to check-out 10 to 20 carts deep, I got pulled out of line and taken to a small side cash register. The reason? The clerk saw that I had keto bread and wanted to know more about it because their keto bread was flying off the shelf. After ten weeks, I’ve lost 25 pounds. Here’s what I’ve learned: The Keto Diet drastically reduces your body of carbohydrates and sugar. Carbs are what your body uses to convert energy. When there are no carbs, it uses fat to convert energy. This is called ketosis. When you’re initially in ketosis there is often a keto-flu, which lasts a few days. It’s similar to pregnancy nausea. That’s how I knew it was working. You can also purchase a test kit that indicates if you’re in ketosis or not. I could not have done it without the Custom Keto Diet website. For $37 you get an eight-week meal plan that fits your needs. It asks for your weight, height, age, activity level and desired weight. Then the portions are adjusted to fit you. The meals can be switched and filtered depending on your taste. I’ve discovered that food items that say ‘keto friendly’ do not necessarily make it so. You have to become proficient at reading labels. I’ve learned that it’s better to purchase regular products versus ‘fat free’ products. What I like about Custom Keto Diet is that it tells you how many calories, fat, and carbs you’re allowed each day. That helps if you’re new to the diet and want to occasionally deviate from their meal plans. The hard part is obviously giving up carbs. Luckily for me, I have always steered away from bread, so I don’t miss that much. But potatoes and rice are difficult. The Keto Diet substitutes rice and potatoes with cauliflower. The cauliflower can be processed to the consistency of regular rice or mashed potatoes. It’s not the same, but if you put enough butter and spices on it, it’s fine. You can still go out for dining or fast food. All you have to do is google your favorite eateries and ask what is keto friendly. I can eat a double quarter pounder with cheese without the bun and stay in ketosis. Many restaurants have keto-friendly items on the menu. Costco now sells keto bread. It tastes similar to regular bread, but without the carbs. There is the option of intermittent fasting where, within 24 hours, you only eat in an eight-hour period. You fast for the remaining 16 hours. You eat your breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, and dinner all within that eight hours. This hastens your weight loss. The longer you’re in ketosis, the easier it becomes. Now that I’m back to my desired weight, I’ve allowed myself one day per week where I can eat carbs. As long as I keep it to one day in seven, I maintain my desired weight. If you decide to go keto, it’ll probably be difficult at first. I suggest spending a day prepping as much food for the week as possible so that you’re not thinking too much about what foods you’re missing. Once you see the pounds shedding, it’ll become easier to stick with it because nothing tastes as good as thin feels. When I heard that there had been a shrine erected on a state highway 14 miles southwest of Coalinga, California I had to go see it. Apparently, several people have seen the Virgin Mary appear at the site. Over time, people began building a shrine where the sightings had been. There are a few points to this story that make it interesting.
First, I’ll say the obvious. Why would the Virgin Mary appear several times at a place that is extremely remote? Not that I would begin to guess what she’s thinking, but it seems as though, if she were to appear, that she would pick a place visible to more people. Then, how is it that a shrine, complete with steps, a handrail, streamers, a bench, and the shrine itself, possibly get carved into a side of a mountain on a state highway without Caltrans knowing about it. People have to park on the other side of the road and cross two lanes of highway on a curve to get to it. And, why would anyone take such time and effort to construct such a thing? They would have had to have brought in forms and cement for the stairs, flatten the space for the shrine, etc. In the shrine itself, there are many candles burning and there appears that someone is maintaining the area. It looks like visitors bring flowers, banners, candles, etc. and place around the area. Some have drawn pictures on the rocks and written Bible passages. Finally, why would anyone drive 1 ½-2 hours one way to see the shrine? I can answer that one. Because it’s so weird on several different levels. It was worth the drive. The bonus was that we enjoyed an amazing lunch at Harris Ranch on the way home. Epilogue: Due to the public’s sensitivity of the site, it was arranged to have the shrine and its surrounding mélange of mementos moved to a nearby monastery. I wonder. Will The Virgin appear at the new site? Or at the original site? Or not at all? I’ll report back. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the definition of ‘Renaissance Man’ is a person with many talents or areas of knowledge. There was a Renaissance Man right under my nose for 35 years and I didn’t even know it. Frank Wallace Goeddel married my mother and consequently became part of our family. He died on February 10, 2021 at the age of 88 years old.
My mother, husband and I began cleaning out his belongings. As we went along, we became more and more surprised at the depth and breadth of his belongings. You see, when he moved in, my mom let him transform one of the bedrooms into an office. He had that space jam packed with stuff. We never went inside so we weren’t entirely sure what was in there. His taste was uber eclectic. He had books on astronomy, movies, mathematics, gambling, religion, lottery, bridge, horse racing, games, frisbee, kites, cards, surfboarding, sailing, cooking, wine, classics, California history, fishing, art, exercises, diets, world history, politics, code breaking, poetry, motorcycle repair, and music. I’m probably missing several categories, there were so many and we didn’t think to write them down until later on. Most of the books were clearly read with notes on papers used as bookmarks. So not only did he learn about things, he also jumped into each topic with fervor. Our local library accepted his books as a donation. It took seven trips to get them all delivered. The librarians were amazed at his collection and commented that he was a real renaissance man. That’s when it clicked in my head that he was one. He had all sorts of knick-knack things that each had meaning to him. He created devices for specific purposes, although, some of them we never did figure out what the purpose might be. One interesting device was a board that he affixed a large pipe to in the middle. If you stood on the board you could toggle to your left and right, which improved your balance. Apparently, this was to prepare him for sailboarding. One day, I dropped my youngest off so that I could work. When I picked him up in the late afternoon, I discovered that my son and Frank had spent the day building a tree fort in the backyard. Frank had planned this surprise well in order to be able to finish it in a day. While he could hold a conversation with anyone on any subject, we didn’t realize the extent of his knowledge. It’s interesting how you can know someone, but not really know them.  My job is to love, according to the Bible. My job specifically excludes judging others. I’m not very good at my current job, so why would I take on another one, anyway?
I wanted to sort out my thoughts about this and decided to do it here. How can I love someone I don’t know? How can I love someone I do not like? I think love is a choice and that if you control your thoughts you can achieve the love of everyone. It’s not easy and I haven’t achieved it yet, though. I’ve been practicing. When I look at someone, I try to see inside them. See their soul and the beauty of who they are. It gets easier each time I try. Picking out virtues helps too. We all make assumptions about people based on how they’re dressed, how they talk, etc. We all size up strangers, even though it’s not culturally popular to admit that. But we do. I think it’s only natural to form an opinion, pretty sure we can’t stop that. However, I also think that we can control what we do with that opinion. Several years ago, I was at an elementary school’s administrative office. The woman in front of me was pregnant, had a baby in a stroller and was talking to the secretary about her children that were enrolled in the school. It was revealed through the conversation that there were multiple dad’s and she needed to get the children on a free meal program. I don’t need to elaborate on my initial thoughts. At some point, I consciously caught myself judging her. I immediately felt guilty and began silently praying for her. That was a breakthrough for me in terms of avoiding judgment. Fast forward to 2020 and I’m at the grocery store, bagging my items. The person in front of me is also bagging her items (duel conveyor belts). It was a particularly hot day. She was purchasing 2-liter sodas and snacks, she mumbled to herself that it was going to be a long walk home with the heavy bottles. I asked her how far away she lived. She answered that her house was just around the block (it turned out to be about 2 miles away). I asked if she wanted a ride and she said yes. She waited for me to finish and then we walked out to my car together. As I’m walking, I’m asking myself what on earth was I thinking? I don’t know her, if anything happened, no one would know what happened to me. I was starting to panic. Then, I made the decision that I would be ok until I wasn’t, so I wouldn’t worry unless I needed to. Another breakthrough. I drove her home without incident. She was very grateful. I was euphoric that I had helped her. I still think of that incident and feel good about it. I guess the moral of my blog is that I’m happier and more at peace when I love versus when I judge. It’s my reward for trying to do my job. Happy Valentine’s month <3 |
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