How I Saved the (Hair) Day

Before I made my final big decision to move to the downtown Mill Valley Frank Howard Allen office, I went to see how it felt to be there. What's not to like? Beautiful historic old building with window seats nestled beneath small paned windows. Sun streaming through all day, friendly desk neighbors, quaint location, or as Realtors like to say, "quintessential" Mill Valley. I'm in!

While I was smiling about my good fortune, I heard a noise. A kid crying? Dog howling? Mother yelling? 

I went outside to see what it was, and there I found a woman sprawled face down on the ground! When I asked her what happened she said that she was rushing with her puppy to her hair appointment and fell while running down the driveway. Jaylina came out from her clothing consignment store next door and I asked her to bring a pillow for the woman's head. Then I asked her if she wanted me to call 911 and she said, "No, I really hurt my ankle but I don't want to go to the hospital." So I said," Let's call the paramedics! Usually at least 4 or 5 really hot, I mean qualified, young men show up to help." 

Lo and behold, I was right. They were really helpful! They were however, afraid to go near her growling puppy, so after zipping him in a baby's sling around her neck, they attended to her injury. After about ten minutes she and her puppy hobbled off down the street. The EMT's may have saved the day, but I saved her hair appointment!

Goin’ Downtown

After living in Mill Valley forever, and working in Real Estate offices from San Rafael to Strawberry to Greenbrae, I finally decided to move my business to the downtown Mill Valley Frank Howard Allen Real Estate office, located at 25 East Blithedale Ave. 

As I sat at my desk on my first day in my new digs, I realized that what seems like the entire town passes by these windows. There is a never ending parade of people, kids and dogs, so it has occurred to me that it might be fun to blog about a snapshot of what I see outside these windows and around downtown.

On that first day, for example, I caught a glimpse of a young mother carrying her smiling infant boy while her daughter, in her sundress and Ugg boots, skipped ahead to get an ice cream "with 4 flavors."  I recognized the mother immediately since she grew up next door to me and now owns her own slice of heaven above Miller Ave.

"What are you doing Molly?” I asked. She said that a good friend of hers had recently been laid off without any benefits and is now jobless in Mill Valley, so she and her children were going from store to store buying her gift cards to help her get by. So far they had been to Rite Aid, the Mill Valley Beer Works, and were now on their way to Noci Gelato. "What else could she possibly need?" I joked, making light of the serious situation. So we laughed, shrugged our shoulders, gave each other the "What's this world coming to?!" look, and a great big hug.

And I retreated back into my new office, thankful.