Rehab in a good way
So Tuesday, Gail and I play at Redwood, as usual. Well, not quite as usual, because we had one of those games where we couldn’t do a single thing right and came in last.
Then we went to work.
Then we came home, and started to play a tournament on Bridge Base. So far, this is pretty boring.
I heard a noise in the yard, and went to investigate. The lovely sight you see above is what I found.
Why is there a beautiful, paint-covered young woman in my yard? Because I had arranged to have the artwork she and her father created re-habbed, and then forgotten that Tuesday was the day. Turns out they had been working for 6 hours already, and were about to finish up.
The work consists of 11 pieces of wood, perhaps 7 or 8 feet long, painted brightly and stuck in the ground. It strikes me as vaguely African, and is one of my favorite pieces. We have owned it for 5 years, and the paint was flaking off; it needed some major work.
Erica, above, and her father Jeff, came up from Watsonville where Jeff operates Sierra Azul Nursery. Over the past 6 years, he has transformed his business from a place that sells plants into a wonderland of a sculpture garden which also happens to sell plants.
The work finished, they cleaned up and enjoyed a glass of wine in the back yard while dinner cooked.
Erica is the artist here–she just graduated from Boston University with a degree in art, and is trying to make her way as a portrait artist. It’s a tough business, though, and she still tends bar a couple of nights a week to pay the rent.
It occurred to me that she could make pretty good money as a model–I don’t think you’ll find anyone in Vogue this month more attractive:
They stayed for dinner, then toddled back to Watsonville. Our sculpture looks wonderful, and will last another 10 years, I hope. Sometimes, rehab is a good thing.






