It’s My Urban Garden Respite, Now Get Off of My Lawn!!!

Living in the craziness of San Francisco, you need a quiet space to chill out, unwind and find your inner peace. There’s only so many hipsters, hippies, and dot-com millionaires one can take in a day on top of everything else that’s going on in the world.  It’s hard to find that space inside your home in San Francisco because the luxury of space isn’t readily available at a $1,000 per square foot.  So you tend to look for some respite outside of your house cubicle.

Of course, that’s not so easy here either.   Cafes and coffee houses are filled with the same hipsters who use them as their rent-free office space, writing their own blogs, I suppose.  Parks are often filled with homeless camping or dot-com millionaire kids on play-dates and in SUV baby carriages.  Going for a walk can be nice, unless you don’t feel like hiking back up the 1,000 foot hill with a sidewalk that consists of a 4-block staircase.  Because land is at a premium on the 7 mile x 7 mile peninsula that constitutes San Francisco, not many homes have much of a yard here.

We fortunately do, and it’s one of the places where I try to find some respite when things are crazy. I spent a couple of years taking landscape architecture classes which gave me a lot of ideas, much less so the practical skills to actually implement them.  But I try.  I’ve created different outdoor rooms, on different levels to deal with the sloping hill terrain; and built a river-rock stream to connect different spaces. There’s two outdoor eating areas, one for the sun, the other more shade, and another small conversation area with a fire-pit in the center.  We’ve built raised garden beds with strawberries, tomatoes, peppers, herbs, and lettuce.  I turned a couple of galvanized metal water troughs into additional growing areas for snap peas and raspberries.  It is accented with multiple flower pots at key spots for a burst of color.  We’re surrounded by an amazing number of trees for a small city lot including Japanese maple, palms, gingka, lemon, and apple. There are monarch butterflies galore, flocks of hummingbirds, even our friendly, adopted neighborhood cat named Bubba – who should really pay rent for his deck space with the city views.

Some of my favorite moments with Joe are sharing lunch together on a sunny day in the middle of our little urban oasis.  There is no cafe or park that would come close. It’s just us in a private urban paradise.  It’s got a few weeds, and often looks short on the maintenance, but it never fails to refresh the soul and my spirits. Just stay off of my lawn.

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Ninety-niners

One percent of our population constitutes the plutocracy in this country who control Wall Street investment firms, the banks, the mortgage industry, the insurance industry, and other major global corporations. They buy influence in Washington through the auction-house called Congress.

Over a few decades, the mega-wealthy have managed to stack the deck in their favor through successive bits of legislation, litigation, changes to regulatory practices and the tax code. This manipulation has resulted in the distribution of income in the US becoming  lopsided in their favor, the most inequitable since 1928, just before the Great Depression. (Ref: Economic Policy Institute, Analysis of CBO Data).   Because of the deregulated environment constructed via their influence, they were able to create a financial house of cards, take as much as they could reap from it; and then – when it collapsed, come back to the Federal trough to get bailed out. All while being praised as job creators.

What a business model: use the baby boomers mega savings in 401K accounts as the capital to fuel it, privatize the mega-profits, democratize the losses;  and oh, by the way – too bad for the boomers retirement savings screwed over in the process.

The result of all this is that today we live in a society made for them, not for us.  It’s their world, not ours. If we’re lucky, they’ll let us work in it so long as we don’t question the extent of their charity.  But if something doesn’t pass muster with this elite “virtual plutocratic senate”, it either isn’t going to happen, or it will be shut down through divisive tactics, manipulation, or unfavorable attributions like a “mob action”, “un-American”, “class-warfare”.  Sound familiar?

But the other 99 percent in this country has finally decided that it will no longer be silent.  As I first wrote here on September 25, a small group began to assemble on Wall Street to let the 1 percent know just how frustrated they are with living in a world made for someone else.  It was started largely by our disenfranchised youth, always an early warning indicator that trouble may brew ahead.  Look at Egypt with a youth-unemployment rate at about 25%, on par with the rest of the Middle East and Northern African (MENA) countries where we have witnessed the Arab Spring.  In the West, Britain has a youth unemployment rate of 20% and Spain is on the order of 40%. (Source: The Economist, Schumpeter Business & Management, February 2011)  The US is in the same league, so don’t let American hubris cause you to think we’re any different.  Arab Spring, American Autumn.  

The Occupy Wall Street movement (can we call them the “Z” party – based on their Zuccotti Park home base?) has grown and continues to do so. “We are the 99 percent” is the creed, and every city is sprouting its own rendition – Occupy SF Occupy Omaha, Charlotte, Los Angeles, etc.  What was three weeks ago a group of mostly young people camping out on the streets has morphed into something different: a movement for people of varying ages, life situations and grievances.  Unions of teachers, transportation workers, manufacturing occupations and nurses are joining in.  Baby boomers are joining too, while trying to reconcile how we’ve gone full circle from hippie movements of the 1960s and ’70s to “Zippie” movements forty years later.

The common denominator is that the majority in America — the “99 percent”, isn’t getting a fair shake.  The 99 percent is not a “mob”, “un-American”, or a radical group of misfits. It is us, just looking for a fair shake.  We, the NQR generation, should realize this more than anyone because we have experienced a better America.  We have every reason to get involved and drive change.  It’s the right thing to do. 

Economic Policy Institute

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Welcome to the NQR blog... the rantings and musings of my experience as one of the “Not Quite Retired” (NQR) generation – the 75 million-or-so, U.S. baby boomers.

I’m right in the middle of the boomer demographic, born in 1957.  About half of the 75 million are in front of me, and the other half are right at my heels.  It has been an undercurrent throughout my life.

Being in the middle of this pack provides me with a good perspective from which to share the experience as this generation moves towards some traditional definition of “retirement age”.  With the NQR blog, I aim to do that – and give a voice to the hopes, joys, frustrations, and concerns of this generation; a chance to rant a bit; and an opportunity to dream a lot.

Mix in my left-coast interpretation of the world today and my inter-racial gay partnership, and there’s a lot of ground to cover.

I hope you’ll join in the conversation, regardless of your perspective.

Cal

About me

I’m Cal.  A baby boomer, age 50 – ok, 54.. or thereabouts.  By many accounts, I’ve had a very happy life and done alright in this world up till now.  I’m fortunate to lead an active, healthy lifestyle, exercise regularly, and have no real serious health issues. I have an awesome partner, Joe, who represents everything I could ever hope for in another person to share life together.  We’re an inter-racial couple – he’s Filipino, I’m not.  He’s a Bohemian, laissez-faire type.  Me, not so much.  We met playing on a sports team.

Living in the Bay Area, I work in management consulting and technology, a career with which I’ve done fairly well after almost 30 years.  I have an M.B.A. education (paid for on my own) and that credential has helped a great deal.  It wasn’t from an Ivy League school, but the return on investment has probably been much better.

I’ve had the opportunity to travel to many parts of the world, and live and work abroad.  Europe, South America, Central America, and Asia (a little).  I speak a second language (Spanish) fluently, and can get along fairly well in a couple of other languages.  Over the years, I’ve pursued a lot of different recreational and academic interests including team sports, individual sports, martial arts, outdoor activities (hiking, camping, survival school included), gardening, landscape architecture, antiques, furniture making, and indigenous cultures to name a few.

I always thought I would be retired by the age of 55. But that’s not happening. My individual situation, the global economy, and our state of affairs in the US have changed that goal, and the choices I have as options going forward.  I try to remain confident, yet am fearful; happy with my life, but pissed-off at the circumstances in which we find ourselves today;  hopeful and yet a bit scared about the future.

Like so many of my fellow boomers, I have many difficult choices to make, but still want to make the most of life in the here and now.  I worry, but also wonder, about the prospects of  being forever “not-quite-retired”, an NQR in perpetuity.

Cal