A woman who had moved here from the south bay was telling me about a Facebook group she joined this summer, the members being mothers of children where her daughter attends pre-school. "With all the different issues about being parents to toddlers, most of the posts and comments have been about fresh plums and zucchini. And where to buy cheap but durable yoga pants."
(Apparently the best recommendation was CVS.)
A friend was watching her sister's kids in the plaza for a few hours and sent me several texts about the experience. Here are some excerpts:
-We have competing groups, some people dancing to The Cars "Shake it Up" and some dancing to drumming. I want to see who wins.
-The drummers won.
-Now we have hula-hooping to the drums.
-Dancers now giving each other epic hugs. No.... it is a GROUP EPIC HUG. How Sebastopol is this??
Someone I knew years ago was visiting here for the weekend, and was disappointed he did not have very many "Sebastopol moments" after following my blog. (I have explained numerous times the encounters are few and far between the regular mundane moments of my life, but people don't believe me.) He was happy to hear a heated exchange about the virtues of bioflavonoids in Community Market. He also read the community board, as I had told him some of the fliers can be rather entertaining. His response: "There are a lot of classes and workshops up here that have 'conscious,' 'mindful' or 'healing' in the title. When I come back I'm going to hold a workshop called Conscious Healing Mindfulness and I think a lot of people will attend just because of the title."
I was chatting with someone who does not live in Sebastopol but goes to a gym here. At one point he made the comment: "I do the treadmill a lot. When I was at Gold's [gym] in Santa Rosa people would talk about their kids, drinking beer, shopping at Costco. The other day when I was in Sebastopol on a treadmill the two people next to me were arguing about organic greens."
Which reminded me of a conversation that took place around me, at Coaches Corner years ago (probably during the spring):
Young woman: "What date is Easter?"
Guy: "It's different every year."
Young woman: "But why?"
Guy: "I have no idea."
Second woman, on a treadmill: "It's the first Sunday after the first full moon after equinox."
Both stare at second woman blankly. Finally the guy says, "Oh. Really? Is that true?"
Second woman, "Yes, really. I don't make these things up." She walks away.
Young woman: "You're all about equinox, how come you didn't know that?"
Guy: "I like solstice, not equinox."
Young woman: "Isn't it, like, the same thing?"
Exasperated sigh. "Um.... no, it isn't."
The license plates don't stop:
EGO TRIP
PREEUS
K PEEPS
PLLW TOK
And the bumper sticker that made me laugh:
NAMASTE, BITCHES!
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