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QV Pets on Parade
It’s astounding to think that Cindy, QV’s own prolific and very talented artist, has only been painting for a little over one year! During that time, she has not only produced a great number of unique and memorable likenesses of our pets, but she has also found her own recognizable style. That’s something many artists take years to perfect, if ever.
Shortly after moving into QV, Cindy’s daughter, Anna, gave her a gift certificate to the Port Townsend School of Arts. That was what got her started on this whole journey. Seasoned QV artist Mena suggested Julie Read as a beginning acrylics teacher in Port Townsend. QV neighbor, Cheron, joined her in this class, and their teacher encouraged both of them to enter the Jefferson County Fair Art Show. They both won blue ribbons! She’s never looked back. 
Cindy finds inspiration in the Art Studio where she paints at all hours. She has dived into the pool of painting animals, especially the cats and dogs of Quimper Village, past and present. Their likenesses are uncanny, both whimsical and endearing. Having the space to do the work, absorbing suggestions from fellow artists, and lots of encouraging words from neighbors are a vital part of keeping her going. Since she can no longer move about as she used to, painting brings her great joy, fulfillment and fun. It gives her an opportunity to wind down from all her many other tasks at hand. The photos in this article show the progression of a current painting of Toula.
Cindy’s paintings will be on display in the Atrium of the QV Common House beginning in August. An opening reception is planned for August 9th.
Cindy wants to make sure we all know that No Animals Were Harmed in the painting of these portraits!                             -Araya

Keeping Up With Kate

     Our newest neighbor, Kate, has enough material for a good book on getting from ‘there to here’. Growing up in small town Wisconsin, running morning and night with neighborhood kids, she relished eating ‘regular store-bought bread’ at neighbors’ because at home her mother made everything from scratch.

      Kate’s mid-western work ethics took her from college student at the University of Wisconsin-Madison (UW) to staffer for Senator Gaylord Nelson in Washington D.C. National politics proved to be a back-stabbing business, so she worked for the ACLU and then taught at a Catholic school in the DC suburbs. 

      Returning to UW Kate earned a master’s degree in Education and worked as a reading specialist in the Montgomery Public School System for 6 years. Exposed to educational innovations in WI and rigor in one of the country’s best public school systems, she developed expertise in functional literacy, which spurred her to join a team of computer-based training (CBT) designers - some of the first in the country - for the University of Maryland and the US Army.  Working in Germany in the early ’80’s meant time on the East-West German border with Army track vehicle (tank) troops. Back in the US, she worked at Xerox’s Document University, researching innovative personal computer technology, such as a mouse, shared printing resources, connected PCs - all common-place today but highly innovative then. She then worked for IT companies supporting major federal government contracts.  

      The majority of her career was with Northrop Grumman, a global defense and technology company, where Kate supported development, deployment, and operations of federal government IT secured systems. One contract, not for the federal government but for the Las Vegas Police Department, exposed her to the detention centers (jails) of Clark County NV. When not in jail, she completed an MBA and later a master’s in federal government contract law and administration at the University of Virginia. 

     Having taken in many a stray animal and as a volunteer observer for the National Zoo, she found her way via Earth Watch to Borneo to support primatologist Dr. Birute Galdikas. Kate calls Galdikas “one of the three Great Ape Women” - Goodall (chimpanzees), Fossey (gorillas), and Galdikas (orangutans). Jungle life among the Dayak tribe taught her how to hunt with a blowgun, how not to hang one’s hammock over a ground nest of wasps, and how to avoid boa constrictors.  She experienced communal living and the hexing of any who went outside the tribal circle.  This experience taught her the importance of everyday health.  Following this Asian adventure, she adopted and raised a son from India who had been a street child.  He now lives in Salisbury, NC.

     Eight years in Salisbury, NC included volunteering at the local nonprofit performing arts theater and performing in a reader’s theater group that entertained at schools, retirement communities, and assisted-living facilities. Kate reads non-fiction and hopes to find like-minded folks in Port Townsend. She’s currently reading Max Hastings ‘Vietnam’ and Andrew Roberts’s biography, ‘Churchill’, with a mystery for lighter night-time reading.

    Though still waiting for her house stuff to arrive (five weeks!), she thinks that the Great Cosmos is sending a message that a true minimalist doesn’t need all that stuff! She has fit right in to Quimper Village, jumping in where ever needed.                                                                                                -PamC

And Kate jumps right in with an article: 

For a recent dinner, Chef Cindy smartly chose organic grapes.  Why smart? Because non-organic grapes are on the DIRTY DOZEN.  Each year the Environmental Working Group (EWG) uses USDA testing info to create the Dirty Dozen - fruits and vegetables with the most pesticides - and the CLEAN FIFTEEN, those with the least pesticides.

2019 Dirty Dozen: strawberries, spinach, kale, apples, grapes, cherries, tomatoes, potatoes, nectarines, peaches, pears and celery.

2019 Clean Fifteen: bananas, avocados, sweet corn, onions, cantaloupe, honeydew melon - (things with covers)- and broccoli, mushrooms, asparagus. pineapple, frozen peas, papayas,
eggplant, kiwi, cabbage and cauliflower.

Take Away: To minimize your pesticide intake, buy organic if it’s on the Dirty Dozen. Buy non-organic if a Clean Fifteen.                      -Kate       

This yummy cake helped celebrate the anniversary of our ground-breaking. It sure seems like a long time ago, but it was July 2016.
The Legitimate Depressive 

     Depression, formerly melancholy, was said to be the curse of poets, musicians, painters and other creative persons. Now, over 10% of Americans pop antidepressants.  34.4 million were on antidepressants 2013-14 (New York Times, 4-7-18). Some are truck drivers, and some are even poets.
     Discrete trauma, the loss of a loved one, the loss of a job, divorce, illness can lead to depression that is usually transient. Long term or recurrent depression with no obvious triggering is harder to explain. 
     But trauma can come in different forms. The loss of a loved one is one example and often resolves in time. But habitual abuse, rejection or lack of approval during formative years is another type of trauma that may last a lifetime. A chemical imbalance in the brain is also a factor in most depression.
     I have always had recurrent bouts of mild depression. I thought maybe I was a creative person. But I also knew that I had suffered from a lack of love and support in my childhood. At age 75, I was struck down by sepsis and came out of the hospital without fingers. Finally, a legitimate excuse for depression.  
     But soon I became so concerned with recouperating, trying to achieve normalcy, trying to walk without falling down, I seemed to forget my depression (purpose seems to be a deterrent to depression.) But one year after my release from the hospital, and after some adjustment to my physical conditions, a deep depression set in. I learned that this was typical and even had a name: Post-Sepsis Syndrome.  
     With a name to legitimize my depression, I felt I could ask for help. My family physician prescribed 50 mg. of Zoloft. That didn’t quite do it. 100 mg. did. I was as normal as before, maybe even a bit better. After a while, I felt so good that I determined I no longer needed medication. I cut back to 50 mg., then 50 mg. every other day. Then, boing! Deep depression. Panic. Back on 100 mg. then 150 mg. Normalcy started to reassert itself.  
     My doctor recommended that I involve myself in talk therapy and provided me with a list of therapists in the area. It was a long list with nurse practitioners, marriage counselors and two psychologists. I thought the psychologists would have a broader academic background (my judgement.) I chose one and went for my first session. The therapist sat with his back to a large bright window. I began telling him of my feelings of unworthiness, no confidence, the feeling that people overlooked me, that people didn’t listen to me. I was having a hard time reading his features as the bright window made him a silhouette. I paused. The silence became awkward. I strained to read his face. His eyes were closed. “Are you asleep?” I yelled out. He jerked upright. “Huh?  Sorry.” He had fallen asleep. This should have set my recovery back a year or two, but it was so cartoonishly funny that it didn’t. I couldn’t wait to get home and tell my wife about it.    
     Slowly, without problems, I reduced my meds to 50 mg. again. I’m feeling fine.  I’m feeling good. Do I really need this medication? I mean I’m really feeling good--wait! stop!  Be happy with 50mg., Jim. One little pill every morning. I think it is the cause of my itching. But a small price to pay. I think I’ll wait for a while. It’s not like I’m Abby Normal. I’m in it with 34 million others. I must be legitimate.                                                   -Jim D
Bill made a simple request - he needed to move his hot tub a few feet. "If anyone could drop by around 1pm, I could sure use the help," he said. Well, MORE than enough help was given. And once we got Janet out of the tub, it was a lot easier to move. Teamwork!
Weather Reports
       There is a myth that Port Townsend experiences "summer.” We recently learned better through experience.  In late June we were in the town of Rovaniemi, in northern Finland, right on the Arctic circle (66º North), walking about in shirtsleeves and sunshine. A curious type, I checked weather reports for Port Townsend.  Sure enough, it was warmer in Rovaniemi. I kept checking every day or two, as we went farther north, sailing around North Cape (71º N) and down the Norwegian coast past snow-topped mountains. At no time were we less than 10º of latitude (that’s about 700 miles) north of PT. There was only one day when it may have been warmer in PT than in Norway/Finland.  
      Much of the US seems to be broiling and/or flooding, illustrating “global warming.” I think we’ll stay in PT for a while. Here, we’re hoping for more rain because we had a dry Winter/Spring. Temps are just beginning to top out in the 70s — anything over 70 brings frowns and over 75 brings complaints about the heat.
      Sure hope the Midwesterners don’t hear about that.
      Excuse me for a moment. I’m writing this on our patio here in QV just after lunch.  It’s sunny but a bit nippy, so I’m going in for a jacket. Back shortly, with some hot coffee.                                                             — Jack

Oldest Dude, Newest Bike

What has gnarly off-road fat tires, front fork suspension, matte black finish, is faster than a speeding bullet, and more powerful than a locomotive? It is Black Max! John’s new electric bicycle.

Maybe not faster than a speeding bullet, but it is more than speedy enough for John. With two instrument panels to control gears and power assist, or indicate battery level, speed and mileage, John finds there are plenty of learning opportunities. Amongst all the levers and buttons and l.e.d. screens, is the throttle. With just twist of the wrist, the bike will quickly leap forward; very quickly, as John has learned. 

Although the bike has enough street cred for any biker dude, John minimizes its rough and tough appearance. He and his friends tend more towards the look of “gentlemen bikers.”

While cruising around town is fun, John and his two riding buddies like to head out to the trails. One rides a similar electric bike, the other a traditional road bike, A recent adventure was a 20+ mile ride on the Olympic Discovery Trail (ODT) to Sequim and back. John folded his bike and stuffed it in to the back of his car and headed for a new section of the ODT, just off 101 at Diamond Point Road. From the trail head parking lot, a newly paved trail beckoned the trio. That lasted maybe a half mile, then dumped the intrepid riders into the trees and onto a rutted dirt path. So much for the new trail. From there, the ODT follows backroads and trails through farmland and forest. Soon enough they pedaled into Sequim for a well-deserved lunch. 

In pedal assist mode, the bike responds to the riders’ pedaling, requiring much less effort.  Thus, the two riding electric bikes kept pace with the slower road bike. Only occasionally did they sprint ahead of their companion, as even gentlemen bikers will do.                    --Cindy

Each month, we invite a couple of neighbors to share a story or two from their lives. We have some VERY interesting folks here.
Jack and Jeanette discovered that they had a lot in common - both from small mid-western towns.

And, finally, this August issue has gone to the dogs.

Here is a pure-bread for your consideration.
Newsletter Team: JimD, Araya, Cindy, PamC, Jack, and Cheron
Additional article:   Kate  - many thanks
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