Thank you, SJI Community Foundation! The Matching Grant opportunity at the Fair was a real boon to the San Juan Community Home Trust as we plan for our next project on Price Street in Friday Harbor. Our permanently affordable homes are critical to the health of our island community.
As we wrap up our third neighborhood, Sun Rise II, we must thoughtfully plan for our next neighborhood. This takes time and money and support from our fellow islanders. The Community Foundation match program and the enthusiasm from our donors helps us keep our focus on planning for the quality and sustainability of our homes, and on the population that we serve.
Thank you for your support for a second year, and thank all of you who donated at the Community Foundation booth at the fair - for our effort and for those of the other organizations highlighted.
From all of us on the board and staff of the San Juan Community Home Trust.
I go to the Thrift Store for R&R. This is a long-standing tradition for many islanders. We can’t always take it with us—whether we’re dying or moving—and the result is a fascinating and ever-changing experience of discovery at the Thrift Store. And no matter how hard I try not to I nearly always end up coming home with a book—even as I am struggling to lighten my lifetime load of books. My most recent Thrift Store visit sent me home with, “Why Does the World Exist” by Jim Holt. (Thank you to whomever donated it.)
As I mutter my way through these crazy dystopian days of devastation in all directions—from raging wildfires to raging inequality to raging winds and waters as well as a raging president—I find myself on a very shaky path. Why does the world exist? Why are we here? Why does everything make everything else possible? In his book, Holt takes it all on with a wide array of interviews with writers, scientists, philosophers, and theologians of all persuasions. And in the end, in the index, it is “God” that/who gets the most references.
This is interesting as Jim Holt is not exactly a God kinda guy. He is, in fact, an articulate, witty and reasoning writer to whom questions ring more loudly and clearly than answers. And so, as I read myself back to life after a bout with diverticulitis, I find myself asking questions about questions. And, probably not coincidentally, they overlap philosophically, even as the answers remain hidden from view. What I wasn’t prepared for was how personal some questions can be in an emergency room, and how relevant they can be too. My jaunt to the emergency room was at the end of a Friday. After experiencing severe pain for more than a week, and intermittent pain for more than a year, my body went into desperation. “Get over your damn neurosis and get me to the hospital,” it bellowed. So, I did, albeit neurosis intact.
To say that I was treated profoundly professionally and compassionately is a massive understatement. Those three hours in the emergency room helped me overcome a lifetime fear of doctors. The kindness and competence overcame it all and suddenly I was a grown up and rationality was within grasp. My gratitude is unending. As is the question, “Why does the world exist?” and its tidal wave of contradictions. Which brings me to India. The young physician who first examined me asked, “So, what do you do?”
A question that always involves ripples of response, “I’m a writer,” I said, “when I am writing. I do other things, too, like work for a living.”
He laughed and said, “So what have you written?” I muttered a couple of book titles and, suddenly, at the sound of the word “Dharamsala” he went from being very nice to being very interested. “I’ve been there,” he said. “I bet you wish you were there right now.” He was referring to the state of the world in the west and the words spilled out from him instinctively.
Wow. He gets it, I thought. Trying to explain the comfort of India to anyone who hasn’t been there is like trying to describe the taste of strawberry shortcake to someone who’s never eaten a strawberry. And sometimes a sour strawberry—like a friend of mine who hates India and, it turns out, now hates me.
A couple of weeks ago, after wondering why I’d been treated so coldly over the past year or two, I’d encountered this friend in the grocery store. The aisle was empty but for us and I mustered up my courage and asked what I had done. “F*** you!” was the snarled response. Whoa! I jumped in both fear and curiosity. Well, it turns out I had actually said “F*** you” to my friend after a discussion about why I found India reassuring and my friend didn’t. I had actually forgotten, thinking, perhaps, that I’d been joking. But as far as this friend was concerned, I wasn’t. I retreated quickly and found another aisle to shop in.
Now, here I was in the emergency room being attended to by a doctor who not only “got it,” but obviously felt it too. We shared a few moments of commiseration about the world at-large and the odd comfort that India offers simply because nothing is hidden. And rarely has been. Yet, in-spite of its brutal reality at times, human intimacy in India is a given under all circumstances. The human spirit is alive and well and pervasive, no matter whether I’m in Delhi or high in the mountains in Himachal Pradesh—home to Dharamsala. The human connection is an unceasing continuum of eye contact and spiritual connection. And it even includes me, a minority in that country, a tourist and a woman. Yes, yes, I know about all the prejudice against women in India, but at least it is obvious and not hidden by societal sophistication.
So, my emergency room visit not only resulted in physical healing, it resulted in emotional, psychological and spiritual healing, too.
The great gift was being back on my morning walk at the beach. “Existence is in the eye of the beholder,” is a whoppingly simplistic suggestion in “Why Does the World Exist.” But as I walked beside the rising sun reflecting along the shores of low tide, I noticed that the sun’s reflection on the water was following me along the shore. My eyes were creating it as my companion. Which meant the person at the other end of the beach was creating their own sunrise experience too. Whose was more real?
Light happens and that’s the way it is. May it prevail in all its manifest wonders throughout it all—whatever it “all” turns out to be.
It’s poet Mary Oliver’s birthday as I write this. I will end with a few of her words from another treasured book compliments of our local Thrift Store:
“And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.
And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
--Mary Oliver, “To Begin With, the Sweet Grass” from her book, “Evidence.”
Janet Thomas has lived on San Juan Island for 27 years. She is the San Juan Islands Coordinator for Orca Relief Citizens' Alliance and was the Superintendent of San Juan County Parks when Jet-ski-whale-watching was prevented from launching from San Juan County Park, a decision ultimately upheld by the Washington State Supreme Court. She is an author and playwright whose work has been produced in Seattle, New York, San Francisco, Portland, Honolulu and Los Angeles. Her most recent books are: "The Battle in Seattle--The Story Behind and Beyond the WTO Demonstrations" and "Day Breaks Over Dharamsala--A Memoir of Life Lost and Found."
It has come to my attention that Island Physical Therapy (Joyce Thompson) is closing. This is of great concern for me, and to many others. I have been going to this facility for years. It is equipped with the highest quality equipment and is staffed with top-notch therapists. What will we do when it closes? The clinic's employees, will lose their jobs and myself and many others, will not be able to complete our recommend therapy because of this closure.
In 1958, a young scientist arrived at Friday Harbor Laboratories supported by a fellowship, with a mission to bring home a kinorhynch for his advisor. Despite not knowing what a kinorhynch was, he agreed to try, and in 1960 Robert Higgins described his first kinorhynch species from samples taken at Friday Harbor, with many more to follow. I knew none of this when my advisor, Kevin Kocot, sent me to take Marine Invertebrate Zoology with Gustav Pauley and Peter Funch at FHL. He had taken the class himself years before, also with Gustav! He sent me with conviction: "It was an absolutely formative experience for me. It will be for you."
I am compelled to respond to Steve Ulvi’s recent inflammatory opinion presented in the form of a letter to the editor in one of our local media outlets. The gist of Mr. Ulti’s letter is that a local family, the Amaro family, has engaged in frivolous litigation and harassment of their neighbors. The letter also implies that the Amaro family is either making up or imagining the circumstances that resulted in that litigation.
View of Amaro Farm from Mt Grant Preserve
I am compelled to respond to an inflammatory opinion piece (June 19, 2019) paired with an editorial, by Ms. Kivisto, editor of the San Juan Islander. And now another in the last few days. The gist is that our County Land Bank employs “bullying” tactics while a few un-neighborly individuals are bad-mouthing the Amaros looking to farm on property adjacent to Mt. Grant Preserve.
View of Amaro Farm from Mt Grant Preserve
There will be a major change in real estate excise tax taking effect January 1, 2020 for the State of Washington. I have provided a link below to the Senate Bill which created this change to a graduated tax rate.
The Excise Tax adjustment will affect what the seller pays. In January 2019 the tax went up for the buyers in our County with the addition of the Affordable Housing Tax (Buyer pays 99% of the .5% tax).
Four years ago a simple fundraising idea on San Juan Island sparked an inspirational movement among men. That idea was to see if 100 men would take a public stand against domestic violence by donating $100 to DV/SAS of the San Juans (now called SAFE San Juans), the agency serving San Juan County’s survivors of domestic violence and sexual assault. Those funds would make it possible for the agency to hire staff to teach relationship skills and domestic violence/sexual assault (DV/SA) prevention in the local schools with the goal of changing the basic thoughts and attitudes which can ultimately lead to domestic violence or sexual assault. More than 100 men “stood up” and accepted the challenge.
The Stand Up Men didn't let snow and cold weather keep them from their post in February this year. Matt Pranger photo
Polarization - division into two sharply contrasting groups or sets of opinions or beliefs - has been a problem in the San Juan Islands for ages. Take any issue in the islands and in the blink of an eye there are two opposing camps, both sure that they are right and a compromise solution is highly unlikely.
Now would be a good time to purchase property held for investment and due to market conditions, a rental home in the San Juans would be the best investment. We are not like the metropolitan areas nearby with multiple offers on most every property and robust appreciation; we remain in a buyer’s market in most categories of property.
Once you have made the decision of the type of investment property to purchase, then how you intend to use that property is the next process; vacation rental or long-term rental. To assist you with this process, I have compared the different aspects of each below.
The San Juan Island Yacht Club would like to thank the Washington State Ferry boat Captains who carefully maneuvered around and sometimes through the fleet of racing sailboats on Saturday. As is often the case, the annual Shaw Island Classic sailboat race presented racers with the challenge of maintaining forward motion with light winds and, sometimes, adverse currents.
Under the relentless shine of the midday sun, the Friday Harbor Marina appears to shimmer as we crest a small hill on the edge of the University of Washington laboratories. It’s the perfect respite from a morning of sitting in the lab grading final exams. Tom Mumford, a tall, lean man with a silver beard and kind brown eyes set in a face rich with lines that trace the path of a wide smile, leads the way nimbly as we trek over to a small bench overlooking the view. “This is Koz!” Tom proclaims as we arrive, gesturing to the small metal plaque set into the back of the bench in memoriam of a life well lived. Tom knows that everything, from the grass – now brittle and dry – to this seemingly lonesome bench, has a story to tell. So does he.
Let me begin with the fact that I am an Army veteran of the Korean War. I was drafted and served in Korea during the war for 16 months and was honorably discharged. I’m totally blind and assisted by my guide dog Emilio, family, friends and the Senior Center.