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The Homeless Population Problem in Sacramento Rattles Land Park
Damaged vehicle on Muir Way in Land Park.
When I read about the Land Park Society in the Sacramento Bee yesterday, it seemed a bit weird to me that private citizens would need to petition the city to do its job in noticing the homeless population problem. But I suppose there are only so many police officers available to secure the streets, and to this resident, homeless people are not an extremely dangerous situation. Yet, I am not riding my bike on the American Parkway, either, so maybe I’d have a different opinion if I did. I would not want aggressive dogs directed to nip at my heels or rocks thrown at me.
I guess it’s just the “society” thing that strikes me. Although bringing awareness to the homeless population problem in Sacramento is important, the group name is peculiar. Seems secretive. Although it probably is not. The word Society sort of conjures up images of ladies in St. John knits and leopard-skin pillbox hats, white gloves. Not neighborhood activists who demand action. It seems to be too polite of a term.
I also have not viewed the photos they posted nor read their Facebook page, so I am not qualified to discuss them. Part of me questions whether photos and articles in social media is the best way to go. I will say my husband has a different point of view and feels this is a valid representation. For example, we were walking down Broadway yesterday afternoon heading over to New Canton for dim sum. For the record, the roundtrip from my house to New Canton involves 10,038 steps. Which means even though I made fun of the Fitbit in my blog about women losing weight over 50, I still don’t use a Fitbit. I used my Heart app.
On Broadway, right in front of a bunch of restaurants, a giant homeless barrier of sorts had been erected. It blocked the sidewalk. My husband nudged me and asked if I would want that across the street from me. I don’t consider myself a NIMBY. I came of age in the ’60s, remember. Live and let be. Peace out. But if I had to look at it every day from the comfort of my living room, maybe I would feel differently.
I am not a proponent of shaming people nor making fun of others, unless they are a celebrity or somebody truly despicable such as our president. We have a growing homeless population problem in Sacramento, and the focus on providing housing is a good step in the right direction. It just seems we have such an abundance of red tape, committees and lawyers to muddle through to effectively set that up in a timely enough manner.
Taking an unannounced turn here . . . what comes to mind suddenly is the Black Hand Club. This was an organization that tried to overthrow Yugoslavia and somehow ended up in Mafia channels around the turn of our previous century. My mother told me about it when I was a child. I thought it was delightful. Because I was a kid; didn’t know any better. Being a bad influence, I quickly formed a Black Hand Club on my block. I named myself President. We drew black hands by tracing our own hands on black construction paper. The plan was to tape them on the windows of the houses of bullies. Intimidation.
Well, my mother quickly shut down that plan.
I feel it is important to continually put pressure on city officials to address the homeless population problem in Sacramento. I don’t know if we need to put faces to it. I am glad somebody cares enough and takes the time to take a stand, though.
Here is an interesting photograph I shot yesterday walking up Muir Way. Somehow, this car still works. It’s amazing considering the damage. It provides transportation and runs. This looks like a vehicle that was broadsided. I hope the occupants of that vehicle were not hurt. Further, I’m glad they are still able to drive it. When not everybody is able to afford to fix a car like that immediately, having transportation, regardless of how it looks, is imperative for some to stay employed.
My view is Land Park is a great place to live. Wonderful neighbors, tree-canopied streets, many places to walk. I sell homes in Land Park. I harbor nothing but gratitude to those who want to make it better.
Crucial Tips for Women Losing Weight Over 50
Get a yoga mat, correct size exercise ball and commit to a doctor-approved workout.
What a surprise to discover that this Sacramento Realtor is actually a wealth of practical knowledge for women losing weight over 50. My manicurist, Rosa, started complaining about her weight during my visit on Friday. She grabbed a roll of fat on her stomach and with a disgusted tone moaned, “Look at this!” Her shirt that used to fit no longer fit; it was too tight. Being the compassionate person that I am, I tried to comfort her. Ha, I said, that’s nothing. In another 10 years you’re gonna discover that fat has crept around to your back and taken up residence over your ribs. Fat travels. Never before in my entire life have I seen a ripple of fat on my back.
Goodbye silk dresses. Rosa’s mouth fell open. I pressed on.
You will have so much MORE to complain about 10 years from now. Be thankful for that little roll of fat. Wait until your entire stomach turns into an alien blob, shaking from side to side like an earthquake in that massage chair. Rosa appreciates my advice as we are about 10 years apart in age.
I warned, most important, don’t even THINK about getting a Fitbit, Rosa. She looked surprised. How did I know she was thinking about that? Because every person on the face of the planet wears a Fitbit. But don’t buy one. You will only be sorry. It will make you cry and feel bad about yourself. A Fitbit causes sheer misery. Do you want to turn into a one-woman pity party? Do you want to be sad and depressed all of the time?
This is the reason. A few years ago, the so-called experts sharing tips for women losing weight over 50 set the standard of minimum number of steps per day humans should do. Walking around like a normal person? No longer allowed in society. Those guys insisted that you achieve 5,000 daily steps. Then, all of a sudden, Fitbit came on the scene. Fitbit measures your activity and you wear it on your wrist. Fitbit pushed the envelope to 10,000 steps per day. However, just a few days ago, I saw an advertisement for some other exercise thing that promotes 15,000 steps per day.
There is no stopping this madness. When you look at your Fitbit at the end of the day and it announces your steps have amounted to a measly 130 steps for the day, you will feel miserable. Just don’t buy the damn thing. Save yourself a world of grief. Problem solved.
Besides, if you really want to know how many steps you do a day, you can look at your iPhone. I showed her the heart app. This was news to her. Didn’t even realize she had that app. Of course, the downside is you have to carry your phone everywhere, which I do, so it’s no downside to me. I only look at when I’ve walked a few miles. Which is maybe once a month.
Further, the really depressing news is you have to give up cookies, butter, sugar and bacon. I eat like a mouse most of the time. My total caloric intake is probably around 1,200 calories a day. For nutritional food. The problem that pops up is everything else that passes through your lips. The stuff that is not food. For example, when you want to enjoy a glass or two of wine with dinner. Maybe a Scotch at bedtime. You must choose between your liquid diet and your food diet. Which means obviously a woman has to consider the ramifications of not eating food at all anymore.
Moderation? Not a rational choice.
You also need to exercise more. No way around it. Do yoga, stretching exercises, work those core muscles. Or one day you will squat down to get your mail out of the mail slot at the office, and you won’t be able to get back up. You’ll just be stuck there on the floor. My physical therapist wants me to do this at least 3 days a week, but I can’t do that. Because that means there are 4 days a week that I’m not exercising. If I give myself permission not to exercise every other day, it’s way too easy to give my self a break the next day and the day after that. Before I know it, I’ve extended that moratorium to 7 days a week. No more exercising.
You need a routine. Get into the habit of doing exercises every single day. Set aside the time and just do it. No excuses. You can’t ever stop. Because if you do, you’ll head straight downhill to hell in a hand basket. Or, maybe my best tip for women losing weight over 50 is to change your attitude about what you will accept? Ha, ha. See? Also, not a reality. I focus on “women” losing weight over 50, not men, because my husband went on a diet, and he lost weight eating PIZZA. I hate that.
Rosa mentioned she bought a treadmill. I chuckled: “Be careful it doesn’t turn into a coat rack.” She exploded into laughter. Customers at the nail salon were staring at us. How did I know this about her, she asked. Yes, she admitted to drying laundry on it. When you get to be 65, you know a lot of things. There is no fast-track 2-week diet to lose weight and keep it off. It’s a long process. A lifestyle. You either commit or you drink single-malt Scotch. Damn. Choices.
Well, there is that tasting menu at Saison coming up in a few weeks . . . That’s like Thanksgiving to me, only no icky yams. You can gain 3 pounds at Thanksgiving. Are you aware of that fact?
