Beautiful, clear days after the big rains came and went. I am in Malibu with Cooper. We are cooking, walking and gardening. He has found a garden bench where, one day soon, the goats will roam. He sits there and reads quietly, leaving me up here in the house to write my novel and call Verizon to add telephone services-a most frustrating task.
Sean, the goat and permaculture guy arrived yesterday afternoon. He was much younger than I imagined. He arrived with a black eye and a big smile and I knew immediately that he would be the ONE. The ONE who would build the goat shelter, re-fence the property and redistribute the spring water into where the vegetables will grow. He looked enviously at the spring and pushed his fingers into the soil and told me how lucky I was.
Sean explained how he intended pumping water to the terraced vegetable garden using a solar powered pump. He explained how to deal with gophers and raccoons. He explained how we would mulch the land and work with the subtle California seasons to our best advantage.
He wandered the property in awe and in turn it sprawled out before him at it’s lushest best. His property, Sean explained, is rockier and dryer. Everything is so green, here on the mountain, at this time of year. The days are occasionally hot but mostly overcast. Still, at 68 degrees a whole lot nicer than grey winter days in London or Herne Bay..or Margate.
Sean has chickens, goats and, interestingly, a small horse that protects the goats from the coyote. My neighbor Trevor, who lives near the PCH, is worried about my keeping goats and chickens because he seems to think that they are impossible to protect.
The great thing about optimistic Sean was that he came up to the house without getting lost, armed with solution and solution is what I need. As he was leaving I told him that I was excited to work with him, he grinned and said, it was going to be easy as everything I wanted he had just completed on his own property.
Last night hung at Amanda’s. Delicious risotto. Great company.
Amusing post Sex Rehab anecdote: I am minding my own business at the luggage carousel at LAX waiting for my luggage when I notice that a bunch of 14-year-old girls have recognized me. In fact, about fifty 14 year-old girls have noticed that I am waiting for my luggage. Unable to escape I cling to one of the nearest fellow traveler for support. “Help me.” I say. There is a frenzy of prepubescent window tapping and photo taking when out of the melee a teacher approaches me and asks, “Are you that guy from Sex Rehab?” My voice is cracked and tiny as I tell her that I am. She then calls over the girls who ask for autographs and photographs. But, I’m thinking, I’m a guy on a show called sex rehab-surely you shouldn’t want to have your picture taken with me.
Your mountain sounds idyllic.
I commend you for your courage to open up and share your journey with us, being in the public eye must be difficult, but comes with the territory. your aan excellent writer and incredible talent….
and I sgree with Eve, sounds idyllic….
Glad to read that things are progressing. All your home plans sound positive, and making your environment self-sustaining is a metaphor for being a nurturer toward yourself. Re-shape a corner of the world to be more like what you know the rest of the world could and SHOULD be like. In renewing the spirit of the land, you renew your own spirit.
The TV fame thing is ironic isn’t it? More people have seen the show than may ever see your films, and your films are SO much better! But…almost everyone watches TV, and Dr. Pinsky is the TV God of Rehab, a hot topic in the zeitgeist.
(I prefer Intervention as a more honest show about rehab, but I’m still glad to have been introduced to your work because of the VH1 show.)
i wanted to take the opportunity to thank you. your appearance on that show touched me on two fronts. the first being that i am a survivor of abuse, and being gracious enough to share your journey and experience you have helped millions of people. i greatly appreciate that.
second, as a mother, i just wanted to scoop you up and hold you for having gone through what you did. YOU ARE A GOLDEN SOUL, please remember that.
much love and peace on your journey,
stephanie mayer
Like Mikey, I’m glad of the sex rehab as it was my introduction to you and your work. I can certainly appreciate the irony of the young girls wanting their photos taken with the sex rehab guy…….
You and Jenny seemed to be the ones that were the most serious about the process and I am warmed to see how well you are doing. I also think your mountain sounds idyllic….
DR–please meet me for an interview. I want to much to work with you in any capacity whatsoever.
Assistant, gopher, lackey. anything. I just want to be associated with someone I hold in high esteem.
I was laid off from my consultant job with PVH (Phillips Van Heusen) where I was their top dress shirt specialist on the west coast.
Please grant me a quick interview and give me a chance to instill trust and hardworking me.
Sincerely yours,
Richard G.
I thought you made a very good impression on Sex Rehab Duncan, all things considered. Why wouldn’t someone want a picture of themselves with you?
You must write about Cooper and tell us who he is. And I’d be proud to have my picture taken with you. I think it’s sweet that a bunch of 14 year old girls recognized you and challenged your sense of self, head on.
Your property sounds incredible- and I think you are going to make it even more spectacular!
You have a gorgeous way with words.
I don’t blame those girls- I thought the beauty of your soul shone through and was moved to tears at what you allowed us to see. I can’t imagine being swarmed by them, however!
You friend is right about the chickens. They are not very bright. It is pretty easy for coyotes to pick them off.
What scares coyotes? Maybe you could pipe rattle snake sounds around the animals. Or cougar growls or something. Ha! That would probably freak out the goats, huh?
Anyway, you’re a rock star now, Duncan Roy.
It’s very funny to imagine of a gaggle of 14 year old girls sitting around and watching Sex Rehab. Seriously,that made my day!
By the way, there’s a slight irony about participating in Sex Rehab & keeping goats. My grandparents had a farm and goats were one of the animals they raised. As much as I generally enjoyed visiting the various animals on that farm, I must say those goats always managed to creep me out….the male goats anyway. You may already be aware of this, but buck (male) goats are very fond of masturbating….I guess it’s technically called auto-fellatio. Anyway they do it a lot. And I do mean A LOT! As a kid, that was pretty disturbing to me. I don’t imagine there is any Sex Rehab available for goats though, so I hope you’ll get all (or at least mostly) female goats. They seem to be much less obsessed with masturbation than their smelly & eternally horny male counterparts!
I think we all agree your mountain sounds idyllic.