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Amblin' Alameda: Park Street for linner

Here's the thing. Aging imposes new rules on living, and one whole subset of rules governs eating: when, how much, how often and how bland. It also drives bedtime ever closer to getting-out-of-bed time.

Where once we happily played adult games all night and into the morning hours, we now eye the approach of 10 p.m. with a new version of "bedroom eyes" which ask the question, "Wanna go to bed?" where "bed" now means "sleep," unlike the days of youth when it meant no sleeping tonight, oh boy! Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Park Street for linner

Amblin' Alameda: Watermelon art

We experienced another "king tide" last week, but since we didn't visit the Pacific Coast (living here on the bay as we do), we despaired of seeing any of its effects. Perhaps "despaired" is too strong a word for the momentary twinge of regret we felt, but having been alerted and re-alerted and re-re-alerted by the local weather people to its effects, we felt an understandable urge to participate and revel in its once-in-a-season occurrence. We were serendipitously rewarded with a full blown piece of evidence of its power and existence. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Watermelon art

Amblin' Alameda: Alameda cats

Let me begin by saying that there is no single way to be a cat keeper. Just as there is no single way to be a human being, there is also no single way to be a cat, so the permutations of relationships are practically endless.

Among our friends and acquaintances are those who keep multiple cats and find that cages are necessary to give them all their own space and to keep them safe from their cat cohabitants and also, to provide multiple sand boxes for cat excrement. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Alameda cats

Amblin' Alameda: The rains came

After the long dry spell, the rains came! As befitting Alameda however, the rains came overnight, the winds stayed reasonable and Saturday morning dawned bright, sunny, mostly under clear skies and sparkling with the beads of water that had fallen through the hours of darkness. A dry Saturday morning means a trip to the farmer's market, and so we hied ourselves thitherward. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: The rains came

Amblin' Alameda: Modeling

It was social week in Alameda for me last week, and it came about in totally unexpected ways. To begin with: I had accepted a job as a model, one of a dozen people asked to portray a group of "active seniors" in various settings. Easy work, reasonable pay, and the request of a dear friend. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: Modeling

Amblin' Alameda: What women shouldn't want

One of Alameda's many outstanding features is its location. We sit in the very center of the action in the San Francisco Bay area; draw a circle around us 10 miles in diameter and everything important is within it. On Sunday we took advantage of our proximity to The City of Fog to have brunch with a friend followed by a matinee (and I think premiere) performance of "The Cable Car Nymphomaniac," a musical by Tony Asaro and Kirsten Guenther. Read more >> about Amblin' Alameda: What women shouldn't want