I had several people with more "children stories" after the last blog entry:
"My five year-old nephew was holding a bottle of limeade at Whole Foods. He said, 'I only want to get this if it's organic.'"
"My young daughter went to a daycare in Sebastopol for a while. Now she says things like, 'I'd really rather have almond butter than peanut butter' and 'What kind of herbal teas am I allowed to have?"
"We had recently moved here from Santa Fe. My daughter was in a play group and suddenly started talking about how she was born the year of the rat, and how different that is than other kids in her group who were born the year of the ox. Apparently they discuss this quite a bit."
And my 2 1/2 year old niece always asks me if I'm going to get some Kombucha when we walk through Whole Foods. (Interestingly enough, I don't even drink Kombucha.)
A friend had her cousin visiting from out of town. I asked her how it was going. Her reply:
"He thinks everything around here has to do with hippies. 'Is this because there are a lot of hippies around here? Is that because of all the hippies?' He even asked me about the flashing lights at the crosswalks. I was like 'Dude, what in the world does that have to do with hippies?'"
Someone who has read this blog sent me the following email:
"I have enjoyed reading your blog. I love living in this town although sometimes it can border a bit on the ridiculous. But your blog endears me to this community. I like Sebastopol with all its quirks. There is a cast of characters here that makes it a fun place to live and people watch."
(It is for sure a community with a 'cast of characters.')
A computer on a small table at Starbucks with the note: "Will be right back. Do not take my laptop. You are in the land of karma."
Favorite license plate:
BE STILL
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