“After losing their business, a restaurant, during the recession, Carl and Hari sold their comfortable three-bedroom, 1,500-square-foot home and began living in 168-square-foot shed built primarily from Craigstlist-sourced reclaimed materials for $12,000. While the 8-by-12-foot tiny home is mighty cute, let’s not forget that the Carl and Hari aren’t its only inhabitants: their two elementary school-aged children live there as well, sharing a sleeping loft above the bathroom. As Hari explains in the below video, the cheap-to-heat tiny house is just a temporary housing solution while the couple saves enough cash to build a larger (but still small-ish) mortgage-free home complete with a bathtub and “alone time” spaces. Here’s hoping it happens before the kids hit puberty.…”

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Photo by Pepe Alvarez

Yesterday I drove up to Bodega Bay to meet my friend Louie and to see the “tall ships’ anchored there. I’ll post photos as soon as I get time. I got a latte for the road at Toby’s in Pt.Reyes Station (my vote for best baristas in Marin County) and as I was leaving, Al Green’s song “Tired of Being Alone” came and I couldn’t leave, it sounded so good (https://shltr.net/allonesome). Sat there on a bench with my coffee in the morning sun.

   Back on the road, this coyote was loping across a field,

I went clam digging during a low tide in Tomales Bay early Saturday morning. Got a bunch of small clams, some mussels, and a few rock oysters, but in exploring the mud flats for horseneck clams, I found myself sinking in the mud. Down to about knee-level; when I would pull one foot out, the other would sink just as deep. Made me think of quicksand, and I got a bit worried. No one was around, the tide was about to start coming in, and here I was mired in muck. Finally, when pulling my right foot out, my boot came off, so here I was one boot on, one boot off, mud up to both knees. I finally hobbled and slurped my way to solid ground, but not without some worrying and chastising self for yet another dumb move. Got cleaned up back at truck, had some clam chowder for breakfast, and headed home.

Left: boat with strange hull in the Marshall boat yard.