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❤️FEBRUARY 2017
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Purchase of a home in Quimper Village is offered and available only to individuals/couples whose principal residence is the State of Washington and who have obtained membership in Townsend Meadows Cooperative by way of its Offering Memorandum. 
MONTHLY UPDATE
(as of January 30, 2017)

Overview: Cold weather broke for a time, we were able to pour concrete, crews returned from holiday break, cold returned end of week.

Building #8 – roof nearly complete, electrical wiring and house wrap started
Building #7 – framing nearly complete, roof sheathed. 
Building #6 – interior footings poured , ready for slab insulation
Building #5 – back filled and trenches for sub slab plumbing
Building #4 – trusses,being rolled out
Building #3 – slab poured waiting for framing to start 
Building #2 – slab poured waiting for framing to start 
Building #1 – ready for underslab insulation

Garages, Carports - garage doors installed, windows trimmed, trench drains being installed, siding continues. Shop meter installed so there is electricity to east garages, waiting for backordered battens to finish siding
Art Shop, Tool Shop, Storage Buildings – art studio windows moved, insulated and sheetrock hung
Common House – will get laid out in the next week, waiting for surveyor to stake for excavation

Misc. – misc site work continues, 1 sewer pump installed and piped into sanitary sewer. Working on curbs, sidewalks and street entry


We also had a visit from our favorite banker, Jon Murock from First Federal, who spoke to us about preparing the paperwork for purchase of our homes next fall.
We can see Building 8 in the distance as we FLY over the garages.
 
Thanks to John Earl Productions for the great drone photos of our project.

 





Building 8
Roof nearly complete, electrical wiring and house wrap started
I’ve forgotten why
I bark. The mail comes no more.
And cats fear me not.
         
         
Old phone numbers glow
Boldly, brightly lit.
What did you say your name is?

 
MEMORY 
 
I use to know birds
Or rather their names and flight
Now I just enjoy.

I recall the names 
from my grade school classes; 
Now help me find my reading glasses.
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Giving Up the Cowboy
By Jim Daly
 
        I awoke with a dream still conscious to me. I was in a dispute with a cowboy off to my left, somewhat faded. I, also wearing a cowboy hat and boots, stood at the back of my pickup. I had banged into a pole and dented my truck.  We were disputing something. I told him, I would pay him two hundred and some dollars to settle things. The police were probably coming. That was it.

        As I lay in bed thinking about it—an epiphany!  My Self was sending a message. My Shadow, a cowboy, was involved in a dispute with me, the Dream Ego. I had banged into a pole and the police were coming. I was willing to pay, so I was admitting guilt. It might involve the police. It was a mundane dream, nothing that couldn’t happen in the non-dream world.

        Boing!  Immediately I knew this was about my stance as a confident and superior driver. Not an 80 year old, old man, but a superior, bold, assertive, cowboy. That is how I had been portraying my driving-self to myself and to my wife. My driving was brisk, assertive and I found fault with other drivers. The Self cautioned that I was experiencing Inflation and this could lead to problems, as spelled out in the dream: an accident, disputes, the law, and financial loss. 

        I have recognized a lot of my Shadow, but I had not dealt with this Cowboy. I had been enamored with the dashing figure of me, superior to your average bumbling driver. The Self was giving me a warning. I trust The Self.  I was willing to accept this evaluation.  It was the same thing my wife had been telling me, one way or another, for years, but of course she would have been prejudiced.

        For those not familiar with Jungian vocabulary (I’m a believer) the Self (capital S) is the governing, all-inclusive entity (Archetype) of the unconscious.  The Shadow is the entity (Archetype) that contains all that is negative about the individual (usually not recognized).  Inflation refers to seeing oneself as bigger, more important, more powerful, smarter etc. than one really is and usually leads to a fall. The Self was telling me it was time to give up my inflation and accept that I am an 80 year old man and to drive a bit more cautiously.    

 
Adios, Cowboy

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Sue, PamD, JimD, Janet, Betty, Cindy, Araya, Nancy and Anne have their hiking boots on for a walk through the building site. We visit the site once per month and the January visit was really exciting. We were able to go into a 'model' of each home and really start to feel what the space will be like - BIG! and full of light.
 
How the heck do I make a move to a small space after years and years of accumulating things and memories?
 
One thing at a time…easy to say, harder to do, until you get into the swing of it.
 
You might want to pick up a copy of “The Art of Tidying Up” by Marie Kondo.  Some people have followed all the suggestions; while others take the parts they liked and ignored the rest.  It seems to work either way.  Several friends have already downsized and offer their top tips to those just starting.  Almost everyone agrees that when you pick something up ask yourself “Does it bring me joy?” as suggested by Marie Kondo.
 
1. Jack:  “The easiest way is to wait until you have less than a month before the move.  When you can’t wait any longer, PANIC!  Jump up and run around throwing EVERYTHING either out in the yard or into piles for the mover.  Then go back and relocate things from one pile to another.  Call somebody to pick up the stuff in the yard, and a mover to pick up the piles in the house.  Leave town for a few days."  
But if you can’t bear to wait, try these tips:
 
2. “Go through the house with masking tape and markers, or different colors of tape, and sort everything except clothes, tools and kitchen items into three categories: trash, move/sell/give away or keep.  Don’t forget the garage and attic/basement.  Be ruthless. Trash is trash.  Financial/tax records are “move.”  Grandpa’s stuffed moose head and the toys, pictures and dishes your children don’t want are trash or sell/give away (have a good cry, but do it).”

 
3. Pat:  “Start early, for several reasons. (a) It's physically demanding, but more importantly, (b) it's emotionally draining. Sometimes you need to just say, 'I can't take anymore today,' and go to a movie.”
 
How to decide?
“If it's something you really, truly love, then hold on to it. If it's something you really love that's not practical to keep, take a picture of it, say goodbye, and let it go. That's by far the hardest part of the whole process.” 
 
“This is an individual thing, and it will be different for many of you: Dispose of the things you love in a way that makes you feel good about it. One example is that of our dining room table. It was built from a grand piano nearly 100 years ago and held more family memories than we could count. Every holiday dinner, every birthday, every graduation, every homecoming, every promotion, every job change...every significant event in the family for 25 years had been celebrated around that table. Letting it go was gut-wrenching. So we found a young family with three small kids who didn't have a dining room set, and gave the table and chairs to them. Now we know it's making the same kind of memories for another family. If you can dispose of things you love in a way that feels positive instead of negative, it makes a world of difference, both at the time and down the road. For us, that was far more important than getting 50 bucks for something that, to them, was priceless.” 
 
4.  Jim and Pam D:  As you go through the room “have an e-bay pile, a Habitat for Humanity pile, a Goodwill pile, and a trash pile.  Once you've delegated an item to a pile, don't look back!"
 
5.  Note: On good furniture items, try selling them at Cherry Blossom, a consignment store at the corner of Kearney and Sims way, Port Townsend.
 
6.  Cindy: "The arguments I have with myself tend to be about admitting a loss or about guilt.  Like fabric: if I give up my stash, then I am giving up on a sewing hobby, and I am also getting rid of the guilt I have because I haven’t really sewn much for several years, anyway, but might again…I’m still having that argument.

 
7.   Debbi: “The results were freeing. It made me feel great when it was done.  That alone was worth it.” 
                                                                                                                       PamC

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
Memory of Nepal
by Anne Holman

            I was in my twenties, fresh out of grad school and working in Mission Hospital in Kathmandu. I was teaching student nurses about parasitic infections, as well as showing young lab technicians how to detect these parasites in humans. These classes were interesting, but l must admit that my eyes would look longingly at the purple hills and snow peaks visible in the distance on clear days. My coworkers and I would take off on weekends to climb the close ridges for better views of the snows.
            I grew up in India, running around the Mission Station gardens and orchards with my brother and climbing the hills where our school was located in the front range of the Himalayas. I came by my love of mountains from my parents whose holidays were as often as possible treks to glacial sources of India's great rivers, and their tributaries.
While in Nepal, my parents came to spend a Christmas holiday with me. We packed up all the necessities for a ten day trek to an area as close as we could get to two great peaks, Dhaulagiri and Manasalu both over 20,000 feet and the source of the Kaligandaki River. Tents, food (for six, including our porters), cooking gear, clothing for heat and cold, and medical supplies cameras, sketch pads and paints. The porters were three sturdy hill men who would carry most of it. They were experienced men who portered for others on treks and expeditions.

            My memories of that trip are still vivid. The night on a very high pass when we stayed i
n a village home, sleeping in the second floor that was full of straw for the water buffalos. The ground was frozen and too steep for us to pitch a tent. The family, the porters, the goats and very large mastiff dog gathered around the smoky fire. We then climbed the steep stair to sleep. The rest talked and sang and growled below. We appreciated the warmth.
            I remember walking along paths where single file was a necessity. Below us the cliffs dropped thousands of feet to a roaring torrent of milky green glacial water on its way to the plains of India. Above us was an overhang that, though hard for a loaded mule to negotiate, protected us from falling rocks displaced by grazing goats. I was eating a tangerine (these grow well in the lower villages). Now, every time I peel one I remember that place.
            As we passed through a small village a group came running out to say there was a girl with a bad wound. 'Please look at it', she cried. A father held a very frightened child with an infected and swollen gash on her cheek. I cleaned it, put sulfa powder and a bandage on it: never a whimper from her. We left a few aspirin with her father with instructions to give her one at
bedtime.
            Five days later we returned on our way home to be greeted by the same little girl running down the path with a smile on her face instead of a bandage. Even aspirin was a wonder drug back then.
Contributors to this issue: JimD, CindyA, PamC, JackS, ArayaS, AnneH, CheronD.  Thanks!!
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