I understand. We are all busy. We have work, family, friends, some of us have kids… so when, and why, could you find time to contribute to your community? You know it’s important, but finding the time is hard. And if you were to find the time, why spend it on service? Hard labor, even?
Well, if there is one thing this place has taught me, it is that if you work with others towards a common goal, your relationship with those people will be strengthened more than you thought possible. So, with that, I cancelled my yoga class and headed out at 8:30 am on Saturday to paint for the third year in a row. The goal was refreshing our tired and dirty light posts. The benefit would be catching up with friends, and meeting new ones. Added incentive needed? Mimosas and donuts don’t hurt either.
We all gathered at “Base Camp,” each followed in tow by relevant supplies: carts, wheelbarrows, ladders, step stoops, brooms, brushes, paint brushes, “City approved” black paint, ice, OJ, sparkling wine. The essentials. Alex (a.k.a. “Ladder Boy”) brought out the hand held radios. Communication is important to encourage teamwork. “Strike Leader” (a.k.a. Jon) helped organize everything. Maps were provided. Instructions were given. Teams were formed.
- Pole Position Teams: Paint Light Posts
- Team 1: Cat Lady, Hawaii 5-0, and Scooby Doo
- Team 2: Cougar, Old Cougar, and Mer-lay. Biker Boy joined in after his ride.
- Team 3: Strike Leader, L-Dog, and S-man
- Tag Team: Spray paint signs
- Team 4: Ladder Boy, T-money, and Sniffles
The teams rolled out, maps and instructions in hand. We all crouched around the posts, cleaning, painting, inspecting, and then admiring. For 3 hours, we joked, sipped, munched, discussed the neighborhood history, upcoming events, people, plans, etc. The four teams communicated over the radios, less for supplies, more for fun.
Half way through the task, we ran across another volunteer crew, independent of ours: The Tree Huggers. They had organized themselves to at our neighborhood herb garden to spruce up the joint. The garden is large enough for a handful of benches to surround a large evergreen. For such a small space, it can grow an impressive amount of weeds. Half of them were on hands and knees, weeding and planting. The other half were raking, sweeping, and pruning. It appeared we weren’t the only ones interested in contributing and building that sense of community.
How to be Neighborly: The neighborhood that works together, stays together.
Whether you believe the goal was painting or pruning, weeding or cleaning, fun or building a sense of community, when we turned around, there were a row of shining black light posts behind us, a flowering garden at the corner, and a smiling group of friends around us. Mission accomplished.


Our old neighbor from our last home just happened to do concrete work, so we called up Sergio to help us with the driveway. He and his crew installed our new and improved driveway and left room for the ribbon in the middle. Countless neighbors would walk by and ask, “So, what are you going to do with the ribbon.” Here’s where Alex and I had to get our hands dirty. It’s about a 50 foot strip about 1.5 feet wide that traditionally would hold grass. Unfortunately, we don’t have any irrigation there, and California has a draught situation at the moment, so turf was out of the question. We opted to go with a synthetic grass strip around the exterior (about 6 inches on each side) and river rock down the center. Design in hand, we headed to the home improvement store to purchase the supplies. Oh, the engineering that went into this…. 150 feet of pressure treated redwood, three pallets of gravel and stone, and three rolls of synthetic turf later, we were ready to get to installation. It just happened to be one of the hottest days of the year that we chose to embark on this effort. First was gravel, on neighbor had let us borrow their tamper to even everything out, then the wooden strips with synthetic turf, and then finally the river rock. Half way through the day (1/2 way through gravel, that is), our neighbor Alisha drove by. She was headed from a pool party to her house to pick up some snacks. On her way back, she stopped in front of our house- we
thought to check out our progress. But no! A most wonderful thing happened. She pulled two red Solo cups from her center console, and proudly presented them to us and said “You two look like you could use a drink.” In the red Solo cup was the “house drink,” the specialty of the house at that fabulous home that resembles a Cabo San Lucas oasis.
When Alex and I had decided to make an offer on our home, we knew we had to stretch our budget. The home was listed higher than we had originally wanted to spend, but it was the only home we had found that had all the features we wanted. So, we considered our options, decided we could stretch a bit, and sent in our offer just under the list price. Happily, our offer was accepted. During our home inspection, we learned from the seller’s real estate agent that a backup offer had been made on the home. Above our price. Alex and I knew we couldn’t compete with that, so all negotiations from that point forward landed squarely in the seller’s favor. Fortunately, they were a lovely couple and the home had very little to negotiate over so it was a smooth process and we moved in about a month later.
About 10 doors south from us is a grand white colonial home. Its two story façade is reminiscent of a southern plantation home. Joanne and Kelly moved in about 6 months after Alex and I, so we are both discovering the neighborhood at the same time. The colonial has been a labor of love for Joanne and Kelly for about 2 years. They are restoring the home which had been poorly maintained over a number of years and through a couple rentals. We first met Joanne and Kelly at a neighborhood mixer. Turns out, Joanne & Kelly were the other bidders on our home. Kelly was disappointed he didn’t get our home, but we now laugh about how things might have been different for each of us had Joanne & Kelly been selected by our seller. Certainly, Alex and I would not have had the courage (or finances) to take on the restoration of the white colonial, but we are happily maintaining ours. Two historic homes saved.
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work discussing the history of our respective homes. Eventually we got around to painting. You can’t imagine the number of innuendos possible when painting light posts. As if that weren’t fun enough, imagine my delight when the “supply” team arrived with screwdrivers (and I don’t mean the tool type) and doughnuts. Fifty-ish poles later and we had made a notable difference in the appearance of our streets. Our poles were clean and shiny. We were dirty and slightly sauced. Good day.



