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I 2"5 Acres" $578000 $240,000 I $188,000 II Bring al[offers! juli Zerbe, Broker Associate email: julinjoe@gmail.com Rose Steadman, Broker / Owner Melo-de Savage, Realtor Associate email: melo-de@sbcglobal.net Kirby Winn, Realtor Associate email: kirbylwinn@gmail.com One Ugly Bird by Scott Stevenson The following excerpt is from the newly released book LOOKS EASY ENOUGH, A Joyful Memoir of Overcoming Disease, Divorce and Disaster by Julian's Scott Stevenson. The book is a work of narrative non-fiction recounting a four-year period in the author's life where at the age of forty-six he marries for the first time, retires, and moves with his bride to Julian to live the simple life and build their dream home. Instead, he finds himself supporting his wife through cancer, helping his sister through a grueling four-year divorce from an abusive husband, painfully witnessing their retirement money circle the drain in the biggest market crash since the Great Depression, and watching as a thousand-foot wall of dense smoke and raging flames (the Cedar Fire - 2003) approaches.., with theflames less then a hundredyardsfrom the back door of their dream home they spent the last three years building, they realize they could lose everything. Yet, through it all, the author ultimately sees the events for what they really are.., and comes out smiling. The refrain, "looks easy enough" is the author's general attitude towards life's many processes -from breast reconstruction to pouring concrete foundations to filing legal documents. It is also intended as an empowering affirmation to inspire readers with the confidence that they, too, can tackle even the most disheartening of life's challenges and land on their feet. Our small house on the side of a hill in Cuyamaca Woods is finally taking shape. The roof is on, the windows and doors are in place, the cedar siding is attached, and the exterior trim is painted and complete. Our house is, well, looking like a house. The last remaining item on the exterior is to install the cedar shingles on the south gable end of the house. I've been saving this one for last. t want to do something special. It's the first part of the house you see as you turn up the driveway, and I want to make a good first impression. Years ago, I remember reading an article about a craftsman who cut, shaped, and wove together a handful of exterior cedar shingles into a flying goose. I liked the idea and stored it away in the archives of my mind for later use. On the one remaining gable end of the house, I want to sculpt the cedar shingles into the image of an animal. I don't want to copy the goose because I haven't seen more than a handful of wild geese fly by. I want to use an animal that calls Cuyamaca Woods its home; an animal that eats, mates, raises its young, and lives year-round in our forest; an animal that represents the strength and moral attitudes of the people of Cuyamaca Woods. I've chosen.., the wild turkey. The turkey is one ugly bird, and it can't fly worth a bean. But for some reason, I look forward to watching a group of hens each morning casually stroll through our yard, pecking and scratching, and then the afternoon ruckus of the toms as they rumble through, fighting and gobbling. Plus, if the turkey was good enough for Benjamin Franklin to nominate as the national bird (the bald eagle won out), the wild turkey is definitely good enough for our house. I have this picture in my head of a large tom strutting his stuff, trying to impress three cute hens. He's holding his head high, his chest is puffed up, his beautiful tail feathers are fanned, and he's dragging his wings on the ground in an all-out effort to catch the attention of the opposite sex. The tom, stretching to his full height, flaps his wings, and lets out with a loud, quick "Gobble, gobble, gobble," followed by another "Gobble, gobble, gobble." He flaps his wings once more, relaxes, and then glances over to see what effect he's had on the ladies. The hens have their backs to the tom and are strolling away in the opposite direction, completely ignoring his seductive dance. Not giving up, the tom follows the hens, strutting and puffing as he goes. Scott Stevenson The tom lets loose with another "Gobble, gobble, gobble." But the ladies continue to nonchalantly meander away, not showing the slightest interest. No matter what the tom does, he just can't entice those three cute hens. I know exactly what the tom turkey is feeling. Her name was Joanie Lewis, and we were in fourth grade together. Joanie sat two desks over, and I thought she was the cutest thing around. During lunch, I would accidentally on purpose throw a grape at her and then quickly turn away. It was my way of letting her know that, I was interested. Joanie would look around to see who had thrown the grape, but, for some reason, she never figured out it was me. Being shy, I never dared talk to her, but I did make faces at her from across the room. Usually she would turn away in disgust. During the square dance class, when the teachers made the boys dance with the girls, I would squeeze Joanie's hands real tight, again just to let her know I liked her. She never got the hint and would yell at me to let go, I was hurting her hands. Little did she know that I was also hurting ... inside. In dodge ball, I would always throw the ball at her as hard as I could, again just to let her know I was there. And whenever we passed in the hallways or on the playground, just like the tom turkey, I would hold my head high, puff up my chest, flap my arms, and gobble loudly to the guys in the hopes that she would notice me. But, like the hens, Joanie Lewis would turn her back and wander away, totally ignoring everything I did. Yeah, I can definitely relate to this tom. I arrive at the construction site of our house in Cuyamaca Woods, carrying four life-sized, cardboard cut-out turkeys; two under each arm. During the course of building our house, I've taken many photographs of turkeys as they wandered by. Last night, I selected four images -- three hens and one magnificent tom -- to enlarge and cut out in cardboard. My plan is to sculpt these four cardboard turkeys onto the side of our house; the tom strutting his stuff and the hens completely ignoring him. At the construction site, Albero, trying to figure out what I'm up to with these cardboard turkeys, says, "Sefior Scott, Recindo would like to know if you are going to cook turkeys with our french fries today." Laughing along with Albero and Recindo, I say, "Yeah, go ahead and laugh. But remember, we did bend the wood." "Si, we did bend the wood," Albero nods earnestly. Covering a plywood table with light-colored cedar shingles, exactly as they will align on the gable wall, I trace the shape of the tom turkey from my cardboard pattern onto the face of the shingles. The tail of the tom covers two of the shingles. I remove the two shingles from the assembly on the plywood table and cut off the lower portion of each shingle, following the line I just traced from the cardboard cutout. Replacing the shingles in their places on the plywood table, I slip in two dark cedar shingles below the two lighter cut shingles. Presto, change-o, the tail of the turkey pops out! Not bad. The process is a bit tricky, and I have questions but somehow the questions seem to resolve themselves, and somehow things just fall into place. The temperature has climbed into the low nineties, and my T-shirt is wet from my toils, but, by two o'clock, the first of the four turkeys is staring back at me. I can picture the finished scene in my head. I like what I see. All that's left is to transfer the tom from the plywood table to its permanent location on the gable end of the house. Easy enough. Three days later, Albero and I are looking up at the completed scene of the four turkeys on the exterior wall of the house. "Muy bien," says Albero. "Muy bien," I say, patting Albero on the back. "Good job." The turkeys look good. The position of their feet, the curves of their neck, the angle of their wings, and the shape of their tail feathers all look quite natural. The tom is strutting his stuff, while the hens, facing away, are totally ignoring his advances. I can feel the complete indifference of the three hens, pecking and scratching, not even giving the tom the decency of acknowledging his presence. But, most of all, I can feel the frustration of the big male. I can hear his cries, "Look at me! Look at my beautiful tail feathers! Look at my head held high! Hear me -- Gobble, gobble, gobble!" All to no avail. As I'm standing in the driveway looking up at the finished turkeys, memories of Joanie Lewis from the fourth grade come flooding ..... "i back; the dodge ball throwing, the grape tossing, making faces, the shouting and the shoving. How could Joanie not have known how I felt about her? How can the hens not know how this tom feels about them? Albero, standing beside me staring up at the tom turkey, looks like a defeated man. His shoulders slump, his mouth is slightly open, and a sad distant look fills his eyes. I know the look. I suspect Albero is remembering an experience, perhaps a memory long ago in Mexico when a pretty young sefiorita ignored him the same way Joanie Lewis ignored me, and the same way these three hens are now totally ignoring this magnificent tom. I put my hand on Albero's shoulder and the three of us -- me, Albero, and the tom -- silently stand together, trying to figure out the female psyche. We're at a complete loss. A signed copy of LOOKS EASY ENOUGH may be purchased at no additional charge - directly from the author at: www.lookseasyenough.com. You can also find LOOKS EASY ENOUGH at the following local establishments: The Julian Book House, Julian Coffee House, Julian Yesteryears, and The Store at Lake Cuyamaca. Online please visit: Amazon.com, Atlas. com, Barnes & Noble.com, and Borders.com.