Ballard is a quaint little village (yes I said village) located in the Santa Ynez Valley. When I describe where this quiet little bore of a place is it’s easier just to say Ballard is where Santa Ynez, Solvang and Los Olivos meet. To give you a better idea of where I dwell, The Village of Ballard is home to a red one room school house, a four star inn and restaurant, a funeral home complete with cemetery, a church of Christian Science and a restaurant that hasn’t been open for years. About three blocks long and two blocks wide there are two sets of stop signs and three major (I use this lightly) streets. Each house sit on anywhere from half an acre to two acres and my back fence has a gate so that the one handed silversmith that lives behind me can come visit or chat whenever he likes. Apparently when it was established it 1880 Ballard was expected to be a major city in Santa Barbara County. Currently I doubt there are even 500 people that live here and the Wells Fargo Stage Coach defiantly isn’t going to do a pick up anytime soon. Yes that’s how Ballard got its name on the map; it was a station for the stage. Now days this quiet little village doesn’t even get recognition from the USPS it gets defaulted to Solvang. Well at least we’re in biking distance to the wineries and now you know more about Ballard then over half the people that live here.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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Finding Sock Girl
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Saturday, January 8, 2011
What is depression?
I just thought that I would post some information about depression.
https://health.google.com/health/ref/Major+depression
https://health.google.com/health/ref/Major+depression
A deeper look @ Sock Girl
I realized that there are tons of things that I have to talk about other then socks. I do of course speak my opinion to whoever and whenever I feel like it but why stop with the people in my immediate circle? Sometimes there's just a lot more on my mind. I've always been a writer. I have boxes full of notebooks filled with mindless writing. If it's there and something pops into my head I'm going to write it down. This means no napkin, piece of scrap paper or envelope is safe. I think I actually decided to "go public" with my writing because of the advice of my doctor. My depression was never something that I wanted to share with anyone. It was always something that I hid from even those closest to me. My best friend, co-workers, my ex- fiance, and my family. Keeping a secret like this for so long starts to tear you apart. You're hiding a part of you that needs help and if nobody knows you're not going to get it. How do you heal? Who pushes you to do the things that you should? After about a week in bed, several days of ignoring phone calls and text messages my cousins wife came to the rescue. She hadn't talked to me in weeks so she knew something had to be wrong. Together we started to fix me and she probably saved my life. Well.... with the help of my doctor. So here we are today maybe hoping that I too can save someone or at least find others in the worlds that want to listen to what I have to say.
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