Sunday, December 29, 2013
It is a gloomy Sarasota day which means NO SUNSHINE. Awakened to the pitter patter of raindrops, which appear like large globules of teardrops. I like keeping curtains and blinds open to I can see the color of a new day begin. I like the sense of a 'living clock', as we spin around our globe. I could see the treetops wrestling in the breeze and it felt like winter, Sarasota style.
I was fortunate to get GioGio to come with me to visit my Dad in the nursing home. She has always scoffed at the concept, so she must have been very bored this morning! It was much nicer with her along. She is a good looking woman, under 90: and so, having a visit from a younger chippy- had to make my Dad a happier man today. We stopped to get him a chocolate milk shake from Checker's: and added two double fish sandwiches and their crispy fries as a lunch for GioGio and I. It was her first trip to a Checker's and she was astonished that there was no 'indoor' dining in this fast food. In fact, it was a bit unsettling for her: as there was no FRONT DOOR to enter. It was like a stationary food truck.
I then joined Astrid and Fin at the Mall. She wanted 'out of her house'.... and the mall is a safe place for a 1 1/2 year old to run wild with delight! I could watch him, and she could actually shop. Now, what a concept that is! I can watch him. But, I can barely LIFT him. He is a LOAD. One chunky, lovable baby boy. With tiny blond whispy ringlets at the ends of his hair and a perpetual smile on his face.... unless of course, he wants to eat. If denied, he has the largest immediate pout... making it a definitive line between being happy and NOT. Communication on this level is just as clear as can be. And, it is funny because that was the way he was when he was in utero: Astrid HAD to eat. Lots and Often. But, only when pregnant with Fin. So, he was already announcing his personality way before his arrival.
I am now going to join some dear friends: My psychologist girlfriend, Mary and her sister. We are having a Christmas dinner as I haven't seen her since my birthday on November 5th! Silly us. We are going to a new restaurant. My idea. My choice. It is called "The White Buffalo" and is a cowboy/ cowgirl bar and restaurant with line dancing and the whole country eatin' type menu. I understand that if I am 'taken' with this..... there are complimentary line dancing lessons every Monday evening! Might even become my new weight loss exercise program.... as there MUST be more men at the White Buffalo than aqua-arobics at the YMCA.
It is coming time to retire the Christmas ornaments hung with care. This is the anti-climactic part of the holiday, like unpacking the suitcase. It is the other end of anticipation.
It feels good to write again... and thanks, as always- for visiting.
Smiles and warmth
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
"Saving Mr. Banks" and Sushi: what a Saturday!
Friday, December 27, 2013
It has been more than a week since i have written. we were 'cleaning up' at Carlyle's house for the holidays, which included putting my computer into the closet as it had been the centerpiece of the dining room. Now the dining room looks like a dining room, with a holiday centerpiece defining its new role. In the spirit of christmas, it is welcoming and festive.
Yet, in the spirit of blogging….. it is cumbersome and not 'user friendly' to have the computer in the closet. Blogging on my smart phone seemed all too tedious, and so i have waited to use my daughter's office. I am trying to lighten my footprint, as i am easing my way out of her abode and towards mine.
Christmas without both of my kids doesn't really seem like christmas... as it is the magic and wonder seen in your kids' eyes that indeed makes the holiday special.
Saturday, Dec 28, 2013
I can finally use my computer. Yesterday, I couldn't make any capitol letters and everything was a bit sketchy. Today, it is working fine. It is neither moody or unreliable, making it a perfect computer to begin writing again.
I will write about Christmas..... but, later.
I have been in a solitary mood. I am not feeling sociable in the most sociable of seasons. I am antsy to nest again in my own home. Yesterday morning I took myself to the movies. I saw "Saving Mr. Banks". I adore Tom Hanks and Emma Thompson who are both stellar actors of very different acticing schools. The obvious story is of the making of Mary Poppins into a movie. The real and more riveting under-story is the eventual discovery that Mary Poppins was in fact quite autobiographical. It is the tender and tenacious unraveling of that observation which makes this a film worthy of seeing.
This morning, I took my min-pin into town to have a 'spa' day- i.e.: nails clipped. En route, we walked the Saturday morning Farmer's Market. It was the first time I took my "Curry" out for a promenade, and I rather enjoyed it. He was easy and in a new world of scents, which made him quite a happy puppy.... and being 7 lbs and RED haired, makes him all too cute. He was the recipient of folks taking his photo, of babies touching him, of other dogs circling and smelling him.... he was in scentual- heaven.
I ate a lemon & sugar crepe at the street fair. Yum.... Followed by a BRAT with onions & peppers (less yum). I was really getting into the TRUCK food mentality today. Last night: Carlyle, her buds and I went to a FOOD TRUCK parked in a deserted mall parking lot and dined on $2 TACOS. I don't even like taco's, but these were FAB. And even more so because they were a kitschy Mexican "such a deal" kind of dining experience.
My daughter wants to have food trucks. I sort of 'get it'. now.
I had to get out into the world finally. It is a Saturday night. I took myself to a Sushi Bar. It is perfect for a solo lady. You can watch the sushi being made. You can 'pick' at your food with your sticks. It is great. The people watching superb.... and with a large hot saki: everything is smooth.
I am excited to have a working computer and to start to become verbal again. I miss it and miss you.
Happy Sunday.... and will be back at ya, soon.
Smiles,
Judy
It has been more than a week since i have written. we were 'cleaning up' at Carlyle's house for the holidays, which included putting my computer into the closet as it had been the centerpiece of the dining room. Now the dining room looks like a dining room, with a holiday centerpiece defining its new role. In the spirit of christmas, it is welcoming and festive.
Yet, in the spirit of blogging….. it is cumbersome and not 'user friendly' to have the computer in the closet. Blogging on my smart phone seemed all too tedious, and so i have waited to use my daughter's office. I am trying to lighten my footprint, as i am easing my way out of her abode and towards mine.
Christmas without both of my kids doesn't really seem like christmas... as it is the magic and wonder seen in your kids' eyes that indeed makes the holiday special.
Saturday, Dec 28, 2013
I can finally use my computer. Yesterday, I couldn't make any capitol letters and everything was a bit sketchy. Today, it is working fine. It is neither moody or unreliable, making it a perfect computer to begin writing again.
I will write about Christmas..... but, later.
I have been in a solitary mood. I am not feeling sociable in the most sociable of seasons. I am antsy to nest again in my own home. Yesterday morning I took myself to the movies. I saw "Saving Mr. Banks". I adore Tom Hanks and Emma Thompson who are both stellar actors of very different acticing schools. The obvious story is of the making of Mary Poppins into a movie. The real and more riveting under-story is the eventual discovery that Mary Poppins was in fact quite autobiographical. It is the tender and tenacious unraveling of that observation which makes this a film worthy of seeing.
This morning, I took my min-pin into town to have a 'spa' day- i.e.: nails clipped. En route, we walked the Saturday morning Farmer's Market. It was the first time I took my "Curry" out for a promenade, and I rather enjoyed it. He was easy and in a new world of scents, which made him quite a happy puppy.... and being 7 lbs and RED haired, makes him all too cute. He was the recipient of folks taking his photo, of babies touching him, of other dogs circling and smelling him.... he was in scentual- heaven.
I ate a lemon & sugar crepe at the street fair. Yum.... Followed by a BRAT with onions & peppers (less yum). I was really getting into the TRUCK food mentality today. Last night: Carlyle, her buds and I went to a FOOD TRUCK parked in a deserted mall parking lot and dined on $2 TACOS. I don't even like taco's, but these were FAB. And even more so because they were a kitschy Mexican "such a deal" kind of dining experience.
My daughter wants to have food trucks. I sort of 'get it'. now.
I had to get out into the world finally. It is a Saturday night. I took myself to a Sushi Bar. It is perfect for a solo lady. You can watch the sushi being made. You can 'pick' at your food with your sticks. It is great. The people watching superb.... and with a large hot saki: everything is smooth.
I am excited to have a working computer and to start to become verbal again. I miss it and miss you.
Happy Sunday.... and will be back at ya, soon.
Smiles,
Judy
Thursday, December 19, 2013
The Catch 22 of finding a literary agent. My new challenge.
Jovedi, Thursday, Dec 19, 2013
Good day,
I woke up this morning to an email in response to a Query letter sent yesterday.
It was a sincerely nice letter of non-interest. And, I started to feel myself sink. It felt like a liquid, making my body feel like crumbling in defeat. And then as quickly as the email arrived and the subsequent feeling started taking hold: I stopped it in its tracks.
I can't change the goal posts in the middle of the game to suit me. When I send out a QUERY letter asking for an agent to love my manuscript... and to sell it- I do it with the knowledge beforehand that I can get only one of two reactions: a YES or a NO. By virtue of the process, the 'NO's are more prevalent.
The other concept I keep reminding myself of is this.... It took Leon Uris 21 rejections before the 22nd Query resulted in a YES: making it possible for us to read "Catch-22". It took many more rejections than that before the voice of John Grisham could be heard on the pages of his book. So, I am choosing to look at this last 'no thank you'..... as ONE REJECTION closer to ACCEPTANCE. I am one step closer to my goal.
And, I have been told that this is the hard part. I have no reason NOT to believe what I am told, and so.... why should it be easy? Being hard is not intimidating, because it is NOT the same as IMPOSSIBLE.
The one comment that keeps resonating from this last agent email is this ~ I lack a national platform, which would make it almost impossible for HER to sell it to a publisher.
Now, that is a CATCH 22. I love how that 'phrase' became part of the American lexicon. I Can't get an agent because I have no national platform. If I WERE to be represented and published, of course I would then have the potential for a national platform.
Or? In what other ways might I get a national platform? I could become a reality star. Not likely.
Oh, I could perhaps have the chance to grow a national platform from this blog. I haven't a clue on how many page views I would need to catch the attention of being worthy of 'having a national platform'..... I understand that it was the daily blog that created the impetus for Julie & Julia. So, that is today's inspiration ~ get my loyal readers or browsers to get one more person to also take a peek at it..... that would be a good start. And one I could use.
I need you and your support to spread the word on my behalf.
Really: on behalf of the story I have written about my husband's passing.... and my life as a single and still sometimes confused mom.
Thanks as always for visiting.
Smiles.... and warmth
Judy
Good day,
I woke up this morning to an email in response to a Query letter sent yesterday.
It was a sincerely nice letter of non-interest. And, I started to feel myself sink. It felt like a liquid, making my body feel like crumbling in defeat. And then as quickly as the email arrived and the subsequent feeling started taking hold: I stopped it in its tracks.
I can't change the goal posts in the middle of the game to suit me. When I send out a QUERY letter asking for an agent to love my manuscript... and to sell it- I do it with the knowledge beforehand that I can get only one of two reactions: a YES or a NO. By virtue of the process, the 'NO's are more prevalent.
The other concept I keep reminding myself of is this.... It took Leon Uris 21 rejections before the 22nd Query resulted in a YES: making it possible for us to read "Catch-22". It took many more rejections than that before the voice of John Grisham could be heard on the pages of his book. So, I am choosing to look at this last 'no thank you'..... as ONE REJECTION closer to ACCEPTANCE. I am one step closer to my goal.
And, I have been told that this is the hard part. I have no reason NOT to believe what I am told, and so.... why should it be easy? Being hard is not intimidating, because it is NOT the same as IMPOSSIBLE.
The one comment that keeps resonating from this last agent email is this ~ I lack a national platform, which would make it almost impossible for HER to sell it to a publisher.
Now, that is a CATCH 22. I love how that 'phrase' became part of the American lexicon. I Can't get an agent because I have no national platform. If I WERE to be represented and published, of course I would then have the potential for a national platform.
Or? In what other ways might I get a national platform? I could become a reality star. Not likely.
Oh, I could perhaps have the chance to grow a national platform from this blog. I haven't a clue on how many page views I would need to catch the attention of being worthy of 'having a national platform'..... I understand that it was the daily blog that created the impetus for Julie & Julia. So, that is today's inspiration ~ get my loyal readers or browsers to get one more person to also take a peek at it..... that would be a good start. And one I could use.
I need you and your support to spread the word on my behalf.
Really: on behalf of the story I have written about my husband's passing.... and my life as a single and still sometimes confused mom.
Thanks as always for visiting.
Smiles.... and warmth
Judy
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Gooey DATES, Oozing MUSHROOMS, and a Massage
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
I have my windows open to cool yet brisk air and it feels renewing. I must admit that I am a SUN gal. I can not get used to waking up while it is still dark outside.... and conversely at the other end of the day: I feel as if it is midnight when it is only 8pm: as it has been dark for over four hours!
My biological clock is caddywhompus. But.... my midgey Christmas tree all aglow makes me happy.
Yesterday, I went over to my friend Giovanna's house. I love Gio Gio. She is one of the most neurotic gals I know in a most endearingly sweet way. I speak with her every morning. It is our wake up call, so to speak. I am glad: this way, someone, one day....will know when I have dropped dead in my house. Otherwise, who knows? I could go from being MS. Ysatis (by Givenchy) to MS. Stankydeadpants. She is like the old fashioned 'hall monitors'- making sure I don't play hooky from the school of life.
At any rate, Gio Gio and I did the last museum event together. She was the CHAIR. I was her slave. She was in Sarasota. I was in Italy. So, she could say whatever she wanted for a few months: I was none the wiser. She is the one who told everyone I was the Co-Chair, and everyone believed her. She has that kind of face and demeanor: sweet and innocent. That is how I got hooked into that job, without having been asked and without having said 'yes'.
Going back to yesterday: I went over to Gio's to help her prepare for a party she is giving to THANK the staff and volunteers from the event. She needed a 'chopper'. I did say 'yes' to being to chopper schiava (slave). No chopping.... but lots of stuffing. I inserted, stuffed, slid, poked my fingers continually into a gooey date with an almond. I don't want to get naughty- but it felt a little obscene to be : finding the opening, poking my finger, fitting an almond inside- a soft, warm, wet and gooey INSIDE. I almost felt like I was violating that little date- it just didn't seem right.
Wrapped in crisp bacon.... however, the whole thing TASTED right!
Then, Gio made stuffed mushrooms. She made the stuffing which was dry and not exciting. So, I decided to do what I do best: CONCOCT. I am a grand concocter. Not a cook. Not a chef. A concoctor. I lined the mushrooms with whipped cream cheese and added gobs of parsley to the stuffing. After scooping stuffing inside the mushroom, I topped it off with a DAB of cream cheese and added a bit of cherry tomato on top! It looked like a macaroon! And when the cream cheese melts.... after heating, it ought to be OOZing with delight.
The fete is this evening. At Gio's home. With her glorious touches, taste and Italian culinary wizardry.
I have a massage today. It is with a new gal, and I welcome the touch, the time and hopefully the healing pounding for this worn and tired feeling sexagenarian.
Afterwards.... and because I have already purchased PLUG IN good smells which are creating a bountifully aroma filled car: I will go to my home and spread the GOOD SCENTS, like fairy dust.
Happy Wednesday, and have a big smile from me
With warmth
Judy
I have my windows open to cool yet brisk air and it feels renewing. I must admit that I am a SUN gal. I can not get used to waking up while it is still dark outside.... and conversely at the other end of the day: I feel as if it is midnight when it is only 8pm: as it has been dark for over four hours!
My biological clock is caddywhompus. But.... my midgey Christmas tree all aglow makes me happy.
Yesterday, I went over to my friend Giovanna's house. I love Gio Gio. She is one of the most neurotic gals I know in a most endearingly sweet way. I speak with her every morning. It is our wake up call, so to speak. I am glad: this way, someone, one day....will know when I have dropped dead in my house. Otherwise, who knows? I could go from being MS. Ysatis (by Givenchy) to MS. Stankydeadpants. She is like the old fashioned 'hall monitors'- making sure I don't play hooky from the school of life.
At any rate, Gio Gio and I did the last museum event together. She was the CHAIR. I was her slave. She was in Sarasota. I was in Italy. So, she could say whatever she wanted for a few months: I was none the wiser. She is the one who told everyone I was the Co-Chair, and everyone believed her. She has that kind of face and demeanor: sweet and innocent. That is how I got hooked into that job, without having been asked and without having said 'yes'.
Going back to yesterday: I went over to Gio's to help her prepare for a party she is giving to THANK the staff and volunteers from the event. She needed a 'chopper'. I did say 'yes' to being to chopper schiava (slave). No chopping.... but lots of stuffing. I inserted, stuffed, slid, poked my fingers continually into a gooey date with an almond. I don't want to get naughty- but it felt a little obscene to be : finding the opening, poking my finger, fitting an almond inside- a soft, warm, wet and gooey INSIDE. I almost felt like I was violating that little date- it just didn't seem right.
Wrapped in crisp bacon.... however, the whole thing TASTED right!
Then, Gio made stuffed mushrooms. She made the stuffing which was dry and not exciting. So, I decided to do what I do best: CONCOCT. I am a grand concocter. Not a cook. Not a chef. A concoctor. I lined the mushrooms with whipped cream cheese and added gobs of parsley to the stuffing. After scooping stuffing inside the mushroom, I topped it off with a DAB of cream cheese and added a bit of cherry tomato on top! It looked like a macaroon! And when the cream cheese melts.... after heating, it ought to be OOZing with delight.
The fete is this evening. At Gio's home. With her glorious touches, taste and Italian culinary wizardry.
I have a massage today. It is with a new gal, and I welcome the touch, the time and hopefully the healing pounding for this worn and tired feeling sexagenarian.
Afterwards.... and because I have already purchased PLUG IN good smells which are creating a bountifully aroma filled car: I will go to my home and spread the GOOD SCENTS, like fairy dust.
Happy Wednesday, and have a big smile from me
With warmth
Judy
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Christmastime, Febreeze and my HEPA VAC! Oh what a holiday.
Tuesday, Dec. 17th, 2013
It is a week till Christmas Eve.,
How different these past two holidays have been: all due to MOVING. Last year, I was with George and missed Carlyle for the first Christmas. This year I am with Carlyle and will miss George for the first Christmas.
It is NOT the same when all my babies aren't surrounding me at the holidays. I feel a wanting. A lack. Like a part of me is missing.
At any rate- I am still loving my midgey christmas tree-ette.
I have officially bought out (or TRIED to) Febreeze 2 in 1/ plug in deoderizers for my Siesta Key house. I figured I had to buy ONE brand, or I would go crazy figuring out which one went where....Don't need any other additional idea to help me go any crazier than I might possibly be right this very moment.
I want to smell LAVENDER throughout. Also bought lots of DAMP-RID.... to soak up any excess moisture. These are all superficial fixes to placate my desire to feel as if my home is 'moving forward' in the 'clear air' department. My HEPA industrial vacuum arrives this week: so, the hygenic part of cleaning up particles and particulents begin! I figured that I could move in without some of the floors and without one dry-wall, if necessary, as long as it is 'healthy' and CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN.
This afternoon, we pull up carpets in my daughter's house to lay CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN bamboo floors in her home, as well. So, I will again be a displaced person... this time, not from the house, but from my bedroom of refuge.
More garbage bags to fill: to empty my bedroom. Ayy yay yay.
These tasks make staring at my midgey tree: oh.... so delightful.
Hope yours is a super Tuesday, with a big grin.......
Warmth, as always
Judy
It is a week till Christmas Eve.,
How different these past two holidays have been: all due to MOVING. Last year, I was with George and missed Carlyle for the first Christmas. This year I am with Carlyle and will miss George for the first Christmas.
It is NOT the same when all my babies aren't surrounding me at the holidays. I feel a wanting. A lack. Like a part of me is missing.
At any rate- I am still loving my midgey christmas tree-ette.
I have officially bought out (or TRIED to) Febreeze 2 in 1/ plug in deoderizers for my Siesta Key house. I figured I had to buy ONE brand, or I would go crazy figuring out which one went where....Don't need any other additional idea to help me go any crazier than I might possibly be right this very moment.
I want to smell LAVENDER throughout. Also bought lots of DAMP-RID.... to soak up any excess moisture. These are all superficial fixes to placate my desire to feel as if my home is 'moving forward' in the 'clear air' department. My HEPA industrial vacuum arrives this week: so, the hygenic part of cleaning up particles and particulents begin! I figured that I could move in without some of the floors and without one dry-wall, if necessary, as long as it is 'healthy' and CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN.
This afternoon, we pull up carpets in my daughter's house to lay CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN bamboo floors in her home, as well. So, I will again be a displaced person... this time, not from the house, but from my bedroom of refuge.
More garbage bags to fill: to empty my bedroom. Ayy yay yay.
These tasks make staring at my midgey tree: oh.... so delightful.
Hope yours is a super Tuesday, with a big grin.......
Warmth, as always
Judy
Monday, December 16, 2013
Pineapple Martini, Bushy brows and a Christmas wish to be home.
Lunedi, Monday, December 16, 2013
Good Monday Morning,
A year ago I was in Great Barrington, Massachusetts with my son. MOVING him. I moved my son out of his rental and into his first home. Pretty straightforward. Except. Except George bought his home from a dead man who hadn't planned on selling his home or dying. This poor dude died while he was on a trip to Paris. He choked to death. On escargot!
Never could trust those slippery little suckers, called snails!
At any rate, a year ago...... had me moving OUT of TWO houses, and INTO ONE.
That was the START of a year of MOVING. I moved THREE TIMES this spring, in ITALY. And, THE MOVING continues, still.
My psychologist friend would always advise me "Judy, if you are going to do or feel SOMETHING: swim in it". Based upon that, I am SWIMMING in moving.
I had a delightful time at the college Graduation party. He is such a nice young man. He is the middle of three boys...and the family is so spectacularly close and warm. It is pure pleasure to be in the fold of a good, nice family. He wants to be a doctor. I got him a reference book that I have given each of my kids: "Taber's Medical Reference". A Green book with all kinds of medical terms, etc... The mom of these boys is a superior cook and hostess. We were served Roy's Martinis with pineapple as the cocktail of choice.
I am supposed to have my eyebrows tweezed this morning along with my daughter: a kinda mom-daughter bonding time. She was up till sunrise having a little fete with her friends.... so, there is no stirring from that neck of the woods. I am a bit disinclined to be the one to awaken the sleeping princess.
I am loving my midget Christmas tree. It makes me happy. I have figured out what I am getting my daughter's live-in boyfriend for Christmas: a lawnmower! A little push one. HINT HINT. So, it will fit into his car and he can see if it also works well on Siesta Key. Hehehehehe. Hey, otherwise, he could be getting a CD of Heather Headley! We'll see if I actually go through with it, as it is kinda like giving SOCKS as a gift, except with a big motor and blower.
I am having a Christmas fantasy: to be in my home by then.
wish me luck. I intend to send another Query today. wish me luck luck. please please.
Smiles and warmth,
Judy
Good Monday Morning,
A year ago I was in Great Barrington, Massachusetts with my son. MOVING him. I moved my son out of his rental and into his first home. Pretty straightforward. Except. Except George bought his home from a dead man who hadn't planned on selling his home or dying. This poor dude died while he was on a trip to Paris. He choked to death. On escargot!
Never could trust those slippery little suckers, called snails!
At any rate, a year ago...... had me moving OUT of TWO houses, and INTO ONE.
That was the START of a year of MOVING. I moved THREE TIMES this spring, in ITALY. And, THE MOVING continues, still.
My psychologist friend would always advise me "Judy, if you are going to do or feel SOMETHING: swim in it". Based upon that, I am SWIMMING in moving.
I had a delightful time at the college Graduation party. He is such a nice young man. He is the middle of three boys...and the family is so spectacularly close and warm. It is pure pleasure to be in the fold of a good, nice family. He wants to be a doctor. I got him a reference book that I have given each of my kids: "Taber's Medical Reference". A Green book with all kinds of medical terms, etc... The mom of these boys is a superior cook and hostess. We were served Roy's Martinis with pineapple as the cocktail of choice.
I am supposed to have my eyebrows tweezed this morning along with my daughter: a kinda mom-daughter bonding time. She was up till sunrise having a little fete with her friends.... so, there is no stirring from that neck of the woods. I am a bit disinclined to be the one to awaken the sleeping princess.
I am loving my midget Christmas tree. It makes me happy. I have figured out what I am getting my daughter's live-in boyfriend for Christmas: a lawnmower! A little push one. HINT HINT. So, it will fit into his car and he can see if it also works well on Siesta Key. Hehehehehe. Hey, otherwise, he could be getting a CD of Heather Headley! We'll see if I actually go through with it, as it is kinda like giving SOCKS as a gift, except with a big motor and blower.
I am having a Christmas fantasy: to be in my home by then.
wish me luck. I intend to send another Query today. wish me luck luck. please please.
Smiles and warmth,
Judy
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Somewhere over the Rainbow is my midget Christmas Tree
Sunday, Dec 15, 2013
The master day of rest ~
Had a glorious day yesterday...decorating the midget Christmas Tree. Bought 300 lights in rainbow colors and unwrapped the special box of Family Christmas Ornaments I had made and collected for Carlyle all of her life. Lots of ornaments made of lucite and etched with the growing faces of each child from 3 decades of Christmas cards sent. For years, she would scoff at those ornaments, and today just as she was departing for work, her eye caught a picture on the tree from 1990 and she exclaimed : "Look at that!" It was worth the scoffing, the eyeball rolling and the saving of a lifetime of ornaments, just to see the delight on her face this morning.
The tree is 3 feet and is simply magical! After all, that is part of the essence of the holiday season... I can loose myself as I look at the lights and ornaments.... I am transported to a nice warm and comfy place of peace.
Last night I was swept off in the brand new chariot of my friend LeeLee- in her new Porsche. This has been my week for swishy rides: first the Bentley.... now the Porsche. The best thing is the smell of all new cars. No matter what the brand: it is like a new baby. All newborns around the world smell the same. So, also.... is the scent of a new Chariot.
We went to see Andrea Bocelli. He sang "Ave Maria" which melted my little heart and soul. Or, made it soar. He sang "Love me Tender"- an Elvis classic. He is not an animated singer, but there is something sweet about his voice. He had some ladies singing with him who overpowered him, and distracted from enjoying him. But, there was ONE lady.... who sang with Andrea Bocelli who swept me off my feet into ovation. Her name is Heather Headley and her rendition of "SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW" was brilliant and had my flying. I also adore Eva Cassidy's version of the song. And yet...Heather's voice melded and soared alongside Andrea, and had me mesmerized. There were 6 standing ovations. It was just grand!
I found my Christmas gifts for all my dear friends who don't need THINGS: I am giving them Heather Headley. I am giving the gift of soaring ... but through music.
This evening I will join in a college graduation party for the son of dear friends. How cool it is to see our collective children.... the village we have chosen: grow and do well. It is a community cheer, this evening. That is powerful.... from generation to generation.
Happy Sunday, and hope a rainbow shines over your world today.
Grazie per visitarme. Thanks for visiting, as always with a smile,
Judy
The master day of rest ~
Had a glorious day yesterday...decorating the midget Christmas Tree. Bought 300 lights in rainbow colors and unwrapped the special box of Family Christmas Ornaments I had made and collected for Carlyle all of her life. Lots of ornaments made of lucite and etched with the growing faces of each child from 3 decades of Christmas cards sent. For years, she would scoff at those ornaments, and today just as she was departing for work, her eye caught a picture on the tree from 1990 and she exclaimed : "Look at that!" It was worth the scoffing, the eyeball rolling and the saving of a lifetime of ornaments, just to see the delight on her face this morning.
The tree is 3 feet and is simply magical! After all, that is part of the essence of the holiday season... I can loose myself as I look at the lights and ornaments.... I am transported to a nice warm and comfy place of peace.
Last night I was swept off in the brand new chariot of my friend LeeLee- in her new Porsche. This has been my week for swishy rides: first the Bentley.... now the Porsche. The best thing is the smell of all new cars. No matter what the brand: it is like a new baby. All newborns around the world smell the same. So, also.... is the scent of a new Chariot.
We went to see Andrea Bocelli. He sang "Ave Maria" which melted my little heart and soul. Or, made it soar. He sang "Love me Tender"- an Elvis classic. He is not an animated singer, but there is something sweet about his voice. He had some ladies singing with him who overpowered him, and distracted from enjoying him. But, there was ONE lady.... who sang with Andrea Bocelli who swept me off my feet into ovation. Her name is Heather Headley and her rendition of "SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW" was brilliant and had my flying. I also adore Eva Cassidy's version of the song. And yet...Heather's voice melded and soared alongside Andrea, and had me mesmerized. There were 6 standing ovations. It was just grand!
I found my Christmas gifts for all my dear friends who don't need THINGS: I am giving them Heather Headley. I am giving the gift of soaring ... but through music.
This evening I will join in a college graduation party for the son of dear friends. How cool it is to see our collective children.... the village we have chosen: grow and do well. It is a community cheer, this evening. That is powerful.... from generation to generation.
Happy Sunday, and hope a rainbow shines over your world today.
Grazie per visitarme. Thanks for visiting, as always with a smile,
Judy
Saturday, December 14, 2013
PHILOMENA, Feeding the homeless, and BOCELLI
Saturday, Dec 14, 2013
Good morning from a beautiful Sunny Sarasota,
Had a lover-ly day yesterday..... beginning with lingonberry crepes at IHOP with the grown daughter of a friend. She is an architect and just moved back into town with her young family. I have known her since she was a baby, as her folks lived down the street on Siesta Key... Live on a Circle, and love how life constantly comes full circle.
Took a fabulous SIESTA. Even if I am not living at my home on SIESTA key: I can still pretend I am obedient to its name.
I went to the MALL. First to the movies. Then: holiday look-see. I saw an incredible film with the incomparable Judi Dench, with closeups galore- and I was mesmerized. Of course, I sat in the front row, so every pore in Judi's face was UP CLOSE and quite personal from my vantage point. It felt like I could even pick her nose, if needed.
I saw PHILOMENA. It was an artfully constructed story, with a sweet sense of humor between an 'old' lady and a reporter. The film begins on the 50th Birthday of a son who was stolen from Philomena when he was 4. It is a true story of an era in the 50's where, (in this case Irish) unwed mothers were sent to a Catholic Home where they worked for four years, after giving birth as payment AND, where the Church sold their babies to the highest bidding American Catholic families for adoption. Philomena had kept her lost son a secret until his 50th birthday. That unveiling of her truth leads her to a journey to find her son in America. Along with her is a writer whose magazine is footing the expense in exchange for a human interest story. The movie reminds me of me on the OPPOSITE side of the story.
Philomena only wanted one question answered from him : "Did he ever think of her, and of his original Ireland?" She also wanted to be sure he didn't grow up homeless. How that answer is unveiled to her is the beauty and gem: the heart of the story. It is about 'going home': it is that CIRCLE of LIFE again. Philomena discovers her son was GAY in her journey. She says in the movie that she had always known it, even as a baby boy. My son is gay. I have known it since he was just 18 months old.
I know that had I been adopted, given my personality and curiosity: I would have been hell bent in finding my birth mom. As the adopted mom, I would be hell-bent- if it were MY journey. But, it is not. That road belongs to each of my children should they ever chose to go down it.
I have often wanted and wandered about my children's biological moms. I know that on each of my children's birthdays: they have another woman whose life on that day must be consumed with thoughts of the baby relinquished. Of my son and daughter: and I love those woman. The gifts I was given is most unimaginable. I have always wanted to meet them and say "THANK YOU", though words are not the important part of the equation. It is BEING so grateful that is important.
Wouldn't it be amazing if either of my children's biological mothers read this blog? Hmmm. My son's birthday is August 2, 1985. My daughter's is TAX DAY, April 1`5, 1985. Stranger things have happened. But, not to me in the past week.
Today I offered to help feed the homeless at Payne Park with my friend LeeLee. I await her marching instructions. Then, this evening- the "GIRLS" are off to an evening with ANDREA BOCELLI in Tampa. I could use some ITALIANO infusion. I have seen Andrea before. Of course his voice is dreamy. He is not, of course - very animated on the stage..... the the show is not a SHOW exactly. It is a concert type show. I am blessed this evening to be a part of it, as I could use some soulful singing in my life. And the girls: these are GREAT WOMEN.
Hope yours is a full Saturday. And, here is a big GRIN for you and your loyalty,
Judy
Good morning from a beautiful Sunny Sarasota,
Had a lover-ly day yesterday..... beginning with lingonberry crepes at IHOP with the grown daughter of a friend. She is an architect and just moved back into town with her young family. I have known her since she was a baby, as her folks lived down the street on Siesta Key... Live on a Circle, and love how life constantly comes full circle.
Took a fabulous SIESTA. Even if I am not living at my home on SIESTA key: I can still pretend I am obedient to its name.
I went to the MALL. First to the movies. Then: holiday look-see. I saw an incredible film with the incomparable Judi Dench, with closeups galore- and I was mesmerized. Of course, I sat in the front row, so every pore in Judi's face was UP CLOSE and quite personal from my vantage point. It felt like I could even pick her nose, if needed.
I saw PHILOMENA. It was an artfully constructed story, with a sweet sense of humor between an 'old' lady and a reporter. The film begins on the 50th Birthday of a son who was stolen from Philomena when he was 4. It is a true story of an era in the 50's where, (in this case Irish) unwed mothers were sent to a Catholic Home where they worked for four years, after giving birth as payment AND, where the Church sold their babies to the highest bidding American Catholic families for adoption. Philomena had kept her lost son a secret until his 50th birthday. That unveiling of her truth leads her to a journey to find her son in America. Along with her is a writer whose magazine is footing the expense in exchange for a human interest story. The movie reminds me of me on the OPPOSITE side of the story.
Philomena only wanted one question answered from him : "Did he ever think of her, and of his original Ireland?" She also wanted to be sure he didn't grow up homeless. How that answer is unveiled to her is the beauty and gem: the heart of the story. It is about 'going home': it is that CIRCLE of LIFE again. Philomena discovers her son was GAY in her journey. She says in the movie that she had always known it, even as a baby boy. My son is gay. I have known it since he was just 18 months old.
I know that had I been adopted, given my personality and curiosity: I would have been hell bent in finding my birth mom. As the adopted mom, I would be hell-bent- if it were MY journey. But, it is not. That road belongs to each of my children should they ever chose to go down it.
I have often wanted and wandered about my children's biological moms. I know that on each of my children's birthdays: they have another woman whose life on that day must be consumed with thoughts of the baby relinquished. Of my son and daughter: and I love those woman. The gifts I was given is most unimaginable. I have always wanted to meet them and say "THANK YOU", though words are not the important part of the equation. It is BEING so grateful that is important.
Wouldn't it be amazing if either of my children's biological mothers read this blog? Hmmm. My son's birthday is August 2, 1985. My daughter's is TAX DAY, April 1`5, 1985. Stranger things have happened. But, not to me in the past week.
Today I offered to help feed the homeless at Payne Park with my friend LeeLee. I await her marching instructions. Then, this evening- the "GIRLS" are off to an evening with ANDREA BOCELLI in Tampa. I could use some ITALIANO infusion. I have seen Andrea before. Of course his voice is dreamy. He is not, of course - very animated on the stage..... the the show is not a SHOW exactly. It is a concert type show. I am blessed this evening to be a part of it, as I could use some soulful singing in my life. And the girls: these are GREAT WOMEN.
Hope yours is a full Saturday. And, here is a big GRIN for you and your loyalty,
Judy
Friday, December 13, 2013
LEMURISCIOUSLY ALIVE
Friday, Dec 13, 2013
Today is FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH?
Wow!
Yesterday was a full day.
Had the most delicious, lunch in a funky place.... antiques and family treasures of the owner and chef. Coffee with a plentiful portion of home-made marshmallows... and a super soup of veggies and
coconut. They even serve a soup with parmesan cheese ice cream!
Saw the Dallas Buyers Club at the Art cinema in town. Starring Mathew McConehy, as an emaciated man living with aids: it is haunting, still. My girl friend and I were exhausted by the time we came out of the movie, as it took a lot of energy out of us.
It is the story of the beginning of Aids in the US. The desperation. The innuendoes. The pain. The misunderstanding. The alienation. The politics of drugs and medicine.
Then... a most fascinating evening with the LEMUR Conservation Foundation first fundraiser. There were mostly 'new to me' folks, which is refreshing. There was a gal I just met whose kids now live in Manhassett! My life in reverse. This new gal friend also goes to my favorite hotel in the world "Il San Pietro" in Positano, Italy.... every year. Between those two things- you gotta know we had a 'sympatico' New York repartee going on.
That was a kick.
Then, I ran into this lady, whose name I didn't catch. She knew me immediately. I could tell she was quite the character- had tons of spunk.... and was a woman with conviction. Active in the MUSICA series in town... she started talking to me. She talked about my son's 18th birthday in Italy, about my husband dying in Italy... it was both a bit 'spooky' and yet in a small town: normal. It was humbling.
And, it was very reassuring.... in that on some unknown level "I belong" to a larger community and consciousness. And, likewise the community belongs to me, too. She made me felt important, by her knowing about me.
Along the way, I managed to sit at the head table with the CHAIR of the event... and my table mate was another DEAR old friend of mine. I never ever get a chance to have dinner with her: and voila! Lemurisciously, I was allowed a dinner with someone I admire, adore and like. How cool was that for me? Super wonderful.
And, if that wasn't enough..... the table mate on the other side of me happened to be one of my all time favorite actresses: Blair Brown. I went to Pine Manor College in Chestnut Hill, MA.. The CHAIR of the event went to Pine Manor College. And, Blair Brown went to Pine Manor College. Now, for a tiny all women's college- that was a pretty cool 'circle' that just happened. Blair Brown was in one of my all time favorite little movies with John Beluschi called "Continental Divide". A sweet romance. Blair promised to take me on a personal walking tour of HY-LINE the next time I am in NEW YORK. I am doing that one! And.... by the way: the very first female PRESIDENT & CEO of the METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART, is also a Pine Manor graduate!
The last little funny detail from last night was that the CEO of the LEMUR Foundation is named: LEE.
I have corresponded for a couple of years with LEE. I always (for no particular reason) imagined LEE as a man. I always assumed I was writing a man. I was stunned to finally meet LEE and realize that she is a GAL. I found that funny. Where are 'assumptions' come from started to fascinate me.
At any rate: good day to be alive... to learn... to meet new friends along the way, and to spend time with old ones.
Smiles, and thanks for stopping by.
Judy
Today is FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH?
Wow!
Yesterday was a full day.
Had the most delicious, lunch in a funky place.... antiques and family treasures of the owner and chef. Coffee with a plentiful portion of home-made marshmallows... and a super soup of veggies and
coconut. They even serve a soup with parmesan cheese ice cream!
Saw the Dallas Buyers Club at the Art cinema in town. Starring Mathew McConehy, as an emaciated man living with aids: it is haunting, still. My girl friend and I were exhausted by the time we came out of the movie, as it took a lot of energy out of us.
It is the story of the beginning of Aids in the US. The desperation. The innuendoes. The pain. The misunderstanding. The alienation. The politics of drugs and medicine.
Then... a most fascinating evening with the LEMUR Conservation Foundation first fundraiser. There were mostly 'new to me' folks, which is refreshing. There was a gal I just met whose kids now live in Manhassett! My life in reverse. This new gal friend also goes to my favorite hotel in the world "Il San Pietro" in Positano, Italy.... every year. Between those two things- you gotta know we had a 'sympatico' New York repartee going on.
That was a kick.
Then, I ran into this lady, whose name I didn't catch. She knew me immediately. I could tell she was quite the character- had tons of spunk.... and was a woman with conviction. Active in the MUSICA series in town... she started talking to me. She talked about my son's 18th birthday in Italy, about my husband dying in Italy... it was both a bit 'spooky' and yet in a small town: normal. It was humbling.
And, it was very reassuring.... in that on some unknown level "I belong" to a larger community and consciousness. And, likewise the community belongs to me, too. She made me felt important, by her knowing about me.
Along the way, I managed to sit at the head table with the CHAIR of the event... and my table mate was another DEAR old friend of mine. I never ever get a chance to have dinner with her: and voila! Lemurisciously, I was allowed a dinner with someone I admire, adore and like. How cool was that for me? Super wonderful.
And, if that wasn't enough..... the table mate on the other side of me happened to be one of my all time favorite actresses: Blair Brown. I went to Pine Manor College in Chestnut Hill, MA.. The CHAIR of the event went to Pine Manor College. And, Blair Brown went to Pine Manor College. Now, for a tiny all women's college- that was a pretty cool 'circle' that just happened. Blair Brown was in one of my all time favorite little movies with John Beluschi called "Continental Divide". A sweet romance. Blair promised to take me on a personal walking tour of HY-LINE the next time I am in NEW YORK. I am doing that one! And.... by the way: the very first female PRESIDENT & CEO of the METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART, is also a Pine Manor graduate!
The last little funny detail from last night was that the CEO of the LEMUR Foundation is named: LEE.
I have corresponded for a couple of years with LEE. I always (for no particular reason) imagined LEE as a man. I always assumed I was writing a man. I was stunned to finally meet LEE and realize that she is a GAL. I found that funny. Where are 'assumptions' come from started to fascinate me.
At any rate: good day to be alive... to learn... to meet new friends along the way, and to spend time with old ones.
Smiles, and thanks for stopping by.
Judy
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Coffee-less and Lemur-full
Thursday, Dec 12, 2013
It is early in the a.m. and I am writing this before coffee. So, help us all!
Played hooky yesterday evening from being a totally responsible grown up, as I missed a Trustee assignment from the museum and instead visited a local favorite shop of mine: a store usually filled with things of whimsey. RIGHT up my alley. Nothing purchased, just all kinds of 'looking'.
I then took myself (having forgotten I was invited to a girl's happy hour party) to a new restaurant that has boats buried in the ground, with half of each boat sticking up out of the ground, like a monolith. The entrance to the restaurant is through a large hole in the bow of a larger boat. You enter as if you are being swallowed by the vessel. Walked to the outdoor bar which is on Phillippi Creek....it was at sunset and it was crowded. Sat at the bar and heard a "hello". I looked up and it was the daughter of dear friends. I have known her since she was born and it was great to have some 'girly time' with her. A super duper added plus to my meanderings.
This is the week of eating at Bob's: Bob's Train and now Bob's Boathouse. I am bobbalisciously filled.
Despite my diversions.... I did manage to send out another QUERY letter to an agent.
Fingers crossed, please! Collective crossing from around the world might be a powerful thing!
It was just great. And... today! I am such a social butterfly. I will meet my dear friend Ann for a bite at the StarKeeper Cafe, finally. And, a movie. We will see the Dallas Buyers Club at the local art cinema. It is painted purple, not unlike my home! I will look for a brick which was bought last year for my birthday for the art cinema. I asked my friends for a brick. I wanted it to read "Now, you can really walk all over me!"...Instead, it has my name. I have never seen where the brick was put: so today I might go on a goose chase for it.
This evening, I am off to a fundraising event as a guest. I am going to an event for "LEMUR Conservation Foundation". First of all, I am amazed that there is a lemur conservation in Florida. Secondly, I have been curious on WHY lemurs? Why not save dying kids or sick animals? I hadn't a clue on why that was so special until I asked. I was dumbfounded ( only as a bit of ignorance might allow) to know that the LEMUR is a primate!. They hold the genetic clue to many things, as they are the first level of primate. Now I am totally fascinated over what I had thought previously was a squirrel type living thing. Who knew? I am just getting educated all the time. Gotta love the things we get the chance to learn along the way.
I bought a Christmas Tree. I went to the Christmas tree place and there were 10 midget trees. That is what I wanted. I got the tallest of the midgets, and the fragrance assails my nostrils and senses to pure pleasure. I feel like I am in an AIR WICK commercial! It is up and awaiting its decorating.
I hope that all well in your life today.... with a big smile and warmth,
Judy
It is early in the a.m. and I am writing this before coffee. So, help us all!
Played hooky yesterday evening from being a totally responsible grown up, as I missed a Trustee assignment from the museum and instead visited a local favorite shop of mine: a store usually filled with things of whimsey. RIGHT up my alley. Nothing purchased, just all kinds of 'looking'.
I then took myself (having forgotten I was invited to a girl's happy hour party) to a new restaurant that has boats buried in the ground, with half of each boat sticking up out of the ground, like a monolith. The entrance to the restaurant is through a large hole in the bow of a larger boat. You enter as if you are being swallowed by the vessel. Walked to the outdoor bar which is on Phillippi Creek....it was at sunset and it was crowded. Sat at the bar and heard a "hello". I looked up and it was the daughter of dear friends. I have known her since she was born and it was great to have some 'girly time' with her. A super duper added plus to my meanderings.
This is the week of eating at Bob's: Bob's Train and now Bob's Boathouse. I am bobbalisciously filled.
Despite my diversions.... I did manage to send out another QUERY letter to an agent.
Fingers crossed, please! Collective crossing from around the world might be a powerful thing!
It was just great. And... today! I am such a social butterfly. I will meet my dear friend Ann for a bite at the StarKeeper Cafe, finally. And, a movie. We will see the Dallas Buyers Club at the local art cinema. It is painted purple, not unlike my home! I will look for a brick which was bought last year for my birthday for the art cinema. I asked my friends for a brick. I wanted it to read "Now, you can really walk all over me!"...Instead, it has my name. I have never seen where the brick was put: so today I might go on a goose chase for it.
This evening, I am off to a fundraising event as a guest. I am going to an event for "LEMUR Conservation Foundation". First of all, I am amazed that there is a lemur conservation in Florida. Secondly, I have been curious on WHY lemurs? Why not save dying kids or sick animals? I hadn't a clue on why that was so special until I asked. I was dumbfounded ( only as a bit of ignorance might allow) to know that the LEMUR is a primate!. They hold the genetic clue to many things, as they are the first level of primate. Now I am totally fascinated over what I had thought previously was a squirrel type living thing. Who knew? I am just getting educated all the time. Gotta love the things we get the chance to learn along the way.
I bought a Christmas Tree. I went to the Christmas tree place and there were 10 midget trees. That is what I wanted. I got the tallest of the midgets, and the fragrance assails my nostrils and senses to pure pleasure. I feel like I am in an AIR WICK commercial! It is up and awaiting its decorating.
I hope that all well in your life today.... with a big smile and warmth,
Judy
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Letting go and moving forward. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, Dec 10, 2013
I am feeling great this morning.
First of all, the museum has decided to do what is correct with regards to me.
I have been chatting about giving and feeling good about it. I don't need recognition with my name or fan fare. Not even close to that. It isn't accolades that press my 'happy button'. I like a personal thanks for a job well intended- everyone does. A pat on the back. A smile and a hug. I am normal.
Any of us- when we give something of ourselves don't in the end want to feel small, insignificant, and disrespected. And that is where my anger came from. That is just plain painful- as a woman who detests tension and ill will.... and grew up in a household filled with that anxiety, I run from it. We all have a line in the sand: and the museum had gravely crossed it. And, now they are making it OKAY by following up on a commitment made. So, all my anger can dissipate, as it so never served me. And that: means it is a great NEW day.
It is such a brand new day that by 7:00am this morning, I had already sent out one query letter to an agent. That is meaningful because I am back on track to follow my dream - to get my manuscript published. That is also where you blog fans of mine: keep visiting and keep asking others to visit. If I can get a significant following- it might make a difference to a potential agent or publisher. So, if you wish: you make take my hand and walk this journey towards publishing with me. That means we are a TEAM. I am a collective energy person, believing in the power of one and in the power of many combined!
I will send out another query today... and go to my house, which I haven't seen in a couple of days of hiatus. Back on track and moving forward. Gotta love this Tuesday.
Cheers and keep visiting. More to come, I am sure!
A big grin, as ever
Judy
I am feeling great this morning.
First of all, the museum has decided to do what is correct with regards to me.
I have been chatting about giving and feeling good about it. I don't need recognition with my name or fan fare. Not even close to that. It isn't accolades that press my 'happy button'. I like a personal thanks for a job well intended- everyone does. A pat on the back. A smile and a hug. I am normal.
Any of us- when we give something of ourselves don't in the end want to feel small, insignificant, and disrespected. And that is where my anger came from. That is just plain painful- as a woman who detests tension and ill will.... and grew up in a household filled with that anxiety, I run from it. We all have a line in the sand: and the museum had gravely crossed it. And, now they are making it OKAY by following up on a commitment made. So, all my anger can dissipate, as it so never served me. And that: means it is a great NEW day.
It is such a brand new day that by 7:00am this morning, I had already sent out one query letter to an agent. That is meaningful because I am back on track to follow my dream - to get my manuscript published. That is also where you blog fans of mine: keep visiting and keep asking others to visit. If I can get a significant following- it might make a difference to a potential agent or publisher. So, if you wish: you make take my hand and walk this journey towards publishing with me. That means we are a TEAM. I am a collective energy person, believing in the power of one and in the power of many combined!
I will send out another query today... and go to my house, which I haven't seen in a couple of days of hiatus. Back on track and moving forward. Gotta love this Tuesday.
Cheers and keep visiting. More to come, I am sure!
A big grin, as ever
Judy
Monday, December 9, 2013
Zits, Zen, a Friend, a Train and a MOOSEburger
Monday, Dec 9th, 2013
Hi there....
I shouldn't write while I am feeling down and while my horizons seem so close.
I am starting my week with a full day. A much needed facial. I told the lady that I wanted to weigh less after my visit with her, as I am expecting PORE relief to be plentiful! This lady is a new facial person for me, and spent several years in INDIA. The name of her shop has the word ZEN in it...., so I am hoping to zen out, and be shoveled out along the way.
Then, on my agenda is lunch with my dear girlfriend. We will go to a very sweet outdoor restaurant located in a funky old home and garden in the heart of Sarasota for lunch. Food is great. Nothing matches and it is total charm in the city. And, quite YUM. The name is dreamy: The Star Keeper Cafe.
Zen. Friend. Star Keeper. What a stunning way to begin the week.
Then. Reality. My health insurance dude is coming around. Two more years till Medicare- two more years to hedge my bet against catastrophic illness. I am the same age that my mom was when she became ill. YUCK. Now, I feel antiquated.
Didn't go to Star Keeper. Went instead to Bob's Train Restaurant! What a kick and an adventure. The first part of the adventure was FINDING the restaurant, which is housed on train tracks in OLD TRAIN CARS: one from 1962, 1920, 1947: Including two private train cars belonging to Ringling Brothers Circle of long ago. It is funky. FAB. Hamburger was scrumptious. There were photos of Bill Robinson (Bo Jangles), Van Johnson, Marlene Dietrich, Marilyn Monroe on an elephant, Emmet Kelly, Flo Ziegfield....and there were tons of trinkets: elevator panel from the old Ringling Tower Hotel in Sarasota, or the PEN used to sell Ringling Bros Circus... These train tracks just happen to be in an area which looks for boding- chain link fence, a dump with two boats and a tractor, and a boxing rink.
Quite SEEDY, and KITSCH to perfection. Had a MOOSE burger: made with mozzarella, onion, olives, special sauce & some other ingredient beginning with the letter "E".
Am feeling lighter today.
Thanks as always for visiting. I appreciate the company. I am amazed that I have lots of pageviews from Malaysia.... So, if someone might share what it is that draws them into my Blog, I would love to know.
Cheers and GRAZIE
and smiles, as always
Judy
Hi there....
I shouldn't write while I am feeling down and while my horizons seem so close.
I am starting my week with a full day. A much needed facial. I told the lady that I wanted to weigh less after my visit with her, as I am expecting PORE relief to be plentiful! This lady is a new facial person for me, and spent several years in INDIA. The name of her shop has the word ZEN in it...., so I am hoping to zen out, and be shoveled out along the way.
Then, on my agenda is lunch with my dear girlfriend. We will go to a very sweet outdoor restaurant located in a funky old home and garden in the heart of Sarasota for lunch. Food is great. Nothing matches and it is total charm in the city. And, quite YUM. The name is dreamy: The Star Keeper Cafe.
Zen. Friend. Star Keeper. What a stunning way to begin the week.
Then. Reality. My health insurance dude is coming around. Two more years till Medicare- two more years to hedge my bet against catastrophic illness. I am the same age that my mom was when she became ill. YUCK. Now, I feel antiquated.
Didn't go to Star Keeper. Went instead to Bob's Train Restaurant! What a kick and an adventure. The first part of the adventure was FINDING the restaurant, which is housed on train tracks in OLD TRAIN CARS: one from 1962, 1920, 1947: Including two private train cars belonging to Ringling Brothers Circle of long ago. It is funky. FAB. Hamburger was scrumptious. There were photos of Bill Robinson (Bo Jangles), Van Johnson, Marlene Dietrich, Marilyn Monroe on an elephant, Emmet Kelly, Flo Ziegfield....and there were tons of trinkets: elevator panel from the old Ringling Tower Hotel in Sarasota, or the PEN used to sell Ringling Bros Circus... These train tracks just happen to be in an area which looks for boding- chain link fence, a dump with two boats and a tractor, and a boxing rink.
Quite SEEDY, and KITSCH to perfection. Had a MOOSE burger: made with mozzarella, onion, olives, special sauce & some other ingredient beginning with the letter "E".
Am feeling lighter today.
Thanks as always for visiting. I appreciate the company. I am amazed that I have lots of pageviews from Malaysia.... So, if someone might share what it is that draws them into my Blog, I would love to know.
Cheers and GRAZIE
and smiles, as always
Judy
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Christmas movies GALORE and more
Sunday, Dec. 8th, 2013
Upheaval. Displaced. Lost. Directionless. Uprooted. Groundless. Bobbing. Nervous. Scared. Uncomfortable. Clueless. Anxious. Pivotal. Vulnerable. Stuck nowhere.
Those are part of the smorgasbord of emotions swirling within my very heart, soul , brain and body.
Being so scattered, makes it difficult to write.
So, yesterday was a day off. I was directionless personified: the ultimate couch potato- watching at least 5 CHRISTMAS MOVIES on Netflix... all perfect, romantic, santa drivel. Perfect medicine for what ails me. Yet, I threw away a DAY OF SUNNY PERFECTION by being indoors. Nonetheless, the movies were my emotional pain killer for the day. I reveled in it, snoozing through parts of each movie. An entire day of SIESTA.
There are lots and lots of Christmas tales to watch over decades of Lifetime and ABC Family movies: A Christmas Kiss, Switch-mas, What I want for Christmas, The Christmas Lodge, Pizza Heart, blah blah blah 'buggy bear kissy face' celluloid.
I have always handled the emotional stress in my life by escaping, burrowing under the covers.... being a hermit. That was my coping skill as a child in a home filled with tension with constant parental fighting. It was a sanctuary under my covers and blankets. That was my coping skill as a high schooler.... and when my husband died. I buried myself in my cocoon. I am doing that now. It is my safe place.
Depression? probably. Well deserved, I might add. My psychologist friend would always advise me "If you are going to be depressed: BE DEPRESSED. Swim in it. Wallow in it. Immerse yourself in it.... and then- come out the other side. I must be in my doggy paddle stage.
And, I am plagued by my amazing mis-treatment by the museum where I am a Trustee and just did their fund-raiser. I am hurt, and angry and insulted and feel so disrespected. It is an arena I am having a difficult time reconciling on top of all the other stress I am feeling. This part of my life, and the folks involved with the museum have EATEN a part of my gut...
I am angry, because I am supposed to feel GOOD after giving of myself and my resources. I am supposed to feel like a good guy, and I am not supposed to be made to feel like the BAD guy. That is the point: to feel GOOD. NOT BAD. And stupid me: I keep going back for more.... when there are so many other non-profits who make me feel privileged when they have my energy. I keep giving because I love the museum site. It should be about the goal: not personalities. It pisses me off, as it is so avoidable.... it is so easy to make a 'giver' feel good. And, there is a lot of energy expanded to avoid that in my case. In basic NON PROFIT 101: the goal is to maintain your fans and create new ones. It is NOT to take your fan and make them an enemy.
So, I am feeling beaten down today. And, I will welcome the insight which comes from this viewpoint.. hopefully sooner than later.
I miss not being able to watch CBS SUNDAY MORNING, which is eye and mind candy for me each week. I miss my television and cable..... since Mid April! I am feeling a void without my cultural whimsies.
Smiles on this glorious day,
Judy
Please keep stopping by and encourage a buddy to do so, too.
Upheaval. Displaced. Lost. Directionless. Uprooted. Groundless. Bobbing. Nervous. Scared. Uncomfortable. Clueless. Anxious. Pivotal. Vulnerable. Stuck nowhere.
Those are part of the smorgasbord of emotions swirling within my very heart, soul , brain and body.
Being so scattered, makes it difficult to write.
So, yesterday was a day off. I was directionless personified: the ultimate couch potato- watching at least 5 CHRISTMAS MOVIES on Netflix... all perfect, romantic, santa drivel. Perfect medicine for what ails me. Yet, I threw away a DAY OF SUNNY PERFECTION by being indoors. Nonetheless, the movies were my emotional pain killer for the day. I reveled in it, snoozing through parts of each movie. An entire day of SIESTA.
There are lots and lots of Christmas tales to watch over decades of Lifetime and ABC Family movies: A Christmas Kiss, Switch-mas, What I want for Christmas, The Christmas Lodge, Pizza Heart, blah blah blah 'buggy bear kissy face' celluloid.
I have always handled the emotional stress in my life by escaping, burrowing under the covers.... being a hermit. That was my coping skill as a child in a home filled with tension with constant parental fighting. It was a sanctuary under my covers and blankets. That was my coping skill as a high schooler.... and when my husband died. I buried myself in my cocoon. I am doing that now. It is my safe place.
Depression? probably. Well deserved, I might add. My psychologist friend would always advise me "If you are going to be depressed: BE DEPRESSED. Swim in it. Wallow in it. Immerse yourself in it.... and then- come out the other side. I must be in my doggy paddle stage.
And, I am plagued by my amazing mis-treatment by the museum where I am a Trustee and just did their fund-raiser. I am hurt, and angry and insulted and feel so disrespected. It is an arena I am having a difficult time reconciling on top of all the other stress I am feeling. This part of my life, and the folks involved with the museum have EATEN a part of my gut...
I am angry, because I am supposed to feel GOOD after giving of myself and my resources. I am supposed to feel like a good guy, and I am not supposed to be made to feel like the BAD guy. That is the point: to feel GOOD. NOT BAD. And stupid me: I keep going back for more.... when there are so many other non-profits who make me feel privileged when they have my energy. I keep giving because I love the museum site. It should be about the goal: not personalities. It pisses me off, as it is so avoidable.... it is so easy to make a 'giver' feel good. And, there is a lot of energy expanded to avoid that in my case. In basic NON PROFIT 101: the goal is to maintain your fans and create new ones. It is NOT to take your fan and make them an enemy.
So, I am feeling beaten down today. And, I will welcome the insight which comes from this viewpoint.. hopefully sooner than later.
I miss not being able to watch CBS SUNDAY MORNING, which is eye and mind candy for me each week. I miss my television and cable..... since Mid April! I am feeling a void without my cultural whimsies.
Smiles on this glorious day,
Judy
Please keep stopping by and encourage a buddy to do so, too.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Home is where FAMILY gathers.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
I awoke from my day of emotional tears... to a new day.
Isn't it great that we get to invent each day, as it comes?
Yesterday, I had a manicure with a lady who was very nice. I found her on 'living social'- it was a delightful two hours of being touched. I have been going to Vietnamese nail techs, and so it is a charming experience to actually talk and enjoy the blah blah of girly chat over nails.
I picked up my errant car- which is a good thing. A breath of independence.
I delivered all of my clean clothes back to my home, to be ironed and to have another chapter in my life. Small steps at re-establishing a life.
My brother Eddie and his wife, Laura arrived last night to visit for a couple of days. Eddie and I are very close and always have been. We are two years apart, and two days. Therefore, we also always shared our birthdays together as kids.
He has known his wife since Junior High School (just the phrase "junior high" dates me... as it is now 'middle school') which means I have known her for 50+ years. She is my sister. I am hers. She is the oldest kid with 6 younger brothers. So, we share so much history together. She is so sweet and 'gets' me. She inspires me with her bright curiosity and creativity. She and Eddie are red heads and have two red haired daughters. They always looked more like brother & sister than Eddie and I did, as I have dark hair. As teenagers, Eddie would always walks ahead of me ... to insure that no one mistook us for girl-friend and boy-friend.
We ate Maine Lobsters last night for $14! Now, that is a deal. Bib and all: super scrumptious and juicy. This morning we all visited our Dad. He recognized Eddie and I. He knew Laura's name, but didn't know that she was Eddie wife of 42 years! It was a nice visit. Eddie will return tomorrow solo while I take Laura to Selby Gardens. Since her retirement of 6 weeks, Laura's first project is becoming a 'master gardener'- So, this should prove a perfect outing! Selby Gardens is on the Bayfront- and is known for its orchid collection.
There is something about family, about old childhood friends. You never have to explain anything. You don't have to explain the 'players' in your life. There is a trust that comes from years of loyalty. And, I can tease- like with no one else: I have had 63 years of practice with Eddie as a good teacher.
As a kid, Eddie was my rock and my soft place in a home with lots of turmoil and angst. Repartee comes from decades of banter. Being with family is HOME. It is NOT the house.
That is a good reminder for me. MY HOUSE has been MY HOME. But really: my HOME is where my family gathers, wherever that takes us. Even after 40 years in one home- it becomes less the rock and more dispensable.
Whew.
Thanks for visiting.... on this beautiful and PERFECT Florida day.
Warmth, smiles,
Judy
I awoke from my day of emotional tears... to a new day.
Isn't it great that we get to invent each day, as it comes?
Yesterday, I had a manicure with a lady who was very nice. I found her on 'living social'- it was a delightful two hours of being touched. I have been going to Vietnamese nail techs, and so it is a charming experience to actually talk and enjoy the blah blah of girly chat over nails.
I picked up my errant car- which is a good thing. A breath of independence.
I delivered all of my clean clothes back to my home, to be ironed and to have another chapter in my life. Small steps at re-establishing a life.
My brother Eddie and his wife, Laura arrived last night to visit for a couple of days. Eddie and I are very close and always have been. We are two years apart, and two days. Therefore, we also always shared our birthdays together as kids.
He has known his wife since Junior High School (just the phrase "junior high" dates me... as it is now 'middle school') which means I have known her for 50+ years. She is my sister. I am hers. She is the oldest kid with 6 younger brothers. So, we share so much history together. She is so sweet and 'gets' me. She inspires me with her bright curiosity and creativity. She and Eddie are red heads and have two red haired daughters. They always looked more like brother & sister than Eddie and I did, as I have dark hair. As teenagers, Eddie would always walks ahead of me ... to insure that no one mistook us for girl-friend and boy-friend.
We ate Maine Lobsters last night for $14! Now, that is a deal. Bib and all: super scrumptious and juicy. This morning we all visited our Dad. He recognized Eddie and I. He knew Laura's name, but didn't know that she was Eddie wife of 42 years! It was a nice visit. Eddie will return tomorrow solo while I take Laura to Selby Gardens. Since her retirement of 6 weeks, Laura's first project is becoming a 'master gardener'- So, this should prove a perfect outing! Selby Gardens is on the Bayfront- and is known for its orchid collection.
There is something about family, about old childhood friends. You never have to explain anything. You don't have to explain the 'players' in your life. There is a trust that comes from years of loyalty. And, I can tease- like with no one else: I have had 63 years of practice with Eddie as a good teacher.
As a kid, Eddie was my rock and my soft place in a home with lots of turmoil and angst. Repartee comes from decades of banter. Being with family is HOME. It is NOT the house.
That is a good reminder for me. MY HOUSE has been MY HOME. But really: my HOME is where my family gathers, wherever that takes us. Even after 40 years in one home- it becomes less the rock and more dispensable.
Whew.
Thanks for visiting.... on this beautiful and PERFECT Florida day.
Warmth, smiles,
Judy
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Finally, tears..., and a stuffy nose!
Tuesday, early December, 2013
Good morning....
Holiday season mornings, in Florida.
There is enough cool air to require a sweater. Sox. No bare feet. This is a Florida winter. The sun is shining. Like a perfect cool FALL day up north, without the leaves turning brilliant yellows, golds, oranges and reds. Florida is GREEN. And BLUE- sky & water soothing my soul constantly. I am a water gal and always have been.
I had a rough day yesterday. I never cry. I don't cry because I get stuffy and can't breathe. Having spent years as a kid with asthma: I abhor not being able to breathe. If I cry, it is because I have either forgotten my fluoxetine (prozac)... or it is because my feelings were hurt. I seem TOUGH. I am from New York, and there is an energy which can sometimes seem off-putting, or intimidating to some. I have softened over the decades in the south, aging and WANTING to appear closer to who I really am: a softy! And, a pleaser. Most children of alcoholics are pleasers. I am not exceptional in this respect, I am quite normal.
I cried yesterday. My daughter, who has been so sweet, attentive and welcoming: was rude, mean and insensitive. I get that she is feeling 'put out'. I get that she is feeling 'over-run' by my stuff. I get that she doesn't have complete control over creating her own energy in her own home.... with anyone, including me- in the mix. I get that and respect those feelings and am sensitive to it. However, there is nothing I can do about any of it until I move back home. There is light at the end of that tunnel. Be that as it may: I received the wrath of her understandable frustration. She stung. That is unnecessary. I also understand that her coping skills are not more refined. She is tough and always has been.
She came to say "I am sorry". And, with a bit of cockiness asked if I would accept her apology? I waited, and she filled in the silence with "But, you must understand....."
Any statement is NEGATED once you attach the word 'BUT' to it.
I said "No, I don't accept it".
I was feeling burdensome. I was feeling small. Alone. And, finally - emotionally and physically experiencing now, what I have been silently putting aside for 3 months: The death of my house, and of 4 decades of my former life.
It is a big deal. I must allow myself to grieve for the 'passing' of one stage of life, into the next. Let go, perhaps. Pass the banner. This was not just a house. I found it. I fell in love at first sight: with it's potential. I designed every inch of the space- to use it efficiently and effectively. It is me. It is where my life started with my husband, before we were married. It is where I brought my babies home... and where they had their childhood. Good and bad. Always, the rock and center.... always transforming to the different eras of child-rearing. The interior courtyard started as an outdoor safe playpen.... and evolved into an adult 'smoking area'. And then... back again as a playpen for my grandson "pip".
I am sentimental. Every single thing in my home has a memory or a story. I remember 90% of them. That means that everything I have, represents a most personal moment and time. I chose them. Each item spoke to me. Each THING, is a catalogue of my life. So, I mourn the scattering of my bits. And, will at another time, celebrate it as well.
Carlyle needs to understand that as much as she feels 'put out', she still has a home she can live it. I don't. That difference makes me feel vulnerable and changes the paradigm.
Of course, we hugged and made up. Then, went for a SUB-ZERO ice cream experience. You create your own flavors which come in liquid form.... and then liquid hot ice (nitrogen) is sprayed on the liquid which crystalizes into iced cream. Very 'hokey-pokey' with vapor smoke rising from the ice cream bowls. Yummy and cool.
Casey was sweet. When we returned home, he rocked on the twin rocker with me, his arm draped along the back and said "I want you here. We want you here. You are the mommy. I will do better". It was sweet. Appreciated. He also said that Carlyle wasn't good at apologizing. I love it. He is explaining my daughter to me. I have lived with her for 28 years..... significantly longer than Casey has: she is the same stubborn woman today as she was a 'little girl', way back when.
Astrid and I had gone to the house yesterday. She tore down the one RED Venetian Plaster bedroom wall. It hurt her to do it, as she had put many hours into creating that red beautiful wall.
Oh WELL! Down it went. Good thing: got rid of one 'moldy' drywall. Yeah! Progress. Destruction, too. We got down to the basic roots of the house: CONCRETE. It was all evocative... of a life well lived.
Happy Tuesday. THANK YOU for stopping by and visiting. It warms me to know that you do visit with me, and you it is appreciated and respected.
Judy
Good morning....
Holiday season mornings, in Florida.
There is enough cool air to require a sweater. Sox. No bare feet. This is a Florida winter. The sun is shining. Like a perfect cool FALL day up north, without the leaves turning brilliant yellows, golds, oranges and reds. Florida is GREEN. And BLUE- sky & water soothing my soul constantly. I am a water gal and always have been.
I had a rough day yesterday. I never cry. I don't cry because I get stuffy and can't breathe. Having spent years as a kid with asthma: I abhor not being able to breathe. If I cry, it is because I have either forgotten my fluoxetine (prozac)... or it is because my feelings were hurt. I seem TOUGH. I am from New York, and there is an energy which can sometimes seem off-putting, or intimidating to some. I have softened over the decades in the south, aging and WANTING to appear closer to who I really am: a softy! And, a pleaser. Most children of alcoholics are pleasers. I am not exceptional in this respect, I am quite normal.
I cried yesterday. My daughter, who has been so sweet, attentive and welcoming: was rude, mean and insensitive. I get that she is feeling 'put out'. I get that she is feeling 'over-run' by my stuff. I get that she doesn't have complete control over creating her own energy in her own home.... with anyone, including me- in the mix. I get that and respect those feelings and am sensitive to it. However, there is nothing I can do about any of it until I move back home. There is light at the end of that tunnel. Be that as it may: I received the wrath of her understandable frustration. She stung. That is unnecessary. I also understand that her coping skills are not more refined. She is tough and always has been.
She came to say "I am sorry". And, with a bit of cockiness asked if I would accept her apology? I waited, and she filled in the silence with "But, you must understand....."
Any statement is NEGATED once you attach the word 'BUT' to it.
I said "No, I don't accept it".
I was feeling burdensome. I was feeling small. Alone. And, finally - emotionally and physically experiencing now, what I have been silently putting aside for 3 months: The death of my house, and of 4 decades of my former life.
It is a big deal. I must allow myself to grieve for the 'passing' of one stage of life, into the next. Let go, perhaps. Pass the banner. This was not just a house. I found it. I fell in love at first sight: with it's potential. I designed every inch of the space- to use it efficiently and effectively. It is me. It is where my life started with my husband, before we were married. It is where I brought my babies home... and where they had their childhood. Good and bad. Always, the rock and center.... always transforming to the different eras of child-rearing. The interior courtyard started as an outdoor safe playpen.... and evolved into an adult 'smoking area'. And then... back again as a playpen for my grandson "pip".
I am sentimental. Every single thing in my home has a memory or a story. I remember 90% of them. That means that everything I have, represents a most personal moment and time. I chose them. Each item spoke to me. Each THING, is a catalogue of my life. So, I mourn the scattering of my bits. And, will at another time, celebrate it as well.
Carlyle needs to understand that as much as she feels 'put out', she still has a home she can live it. I don't. That difference makes me feel vulnerable and changes the paradigm.
Of course, we hugged and made up. Then, went for a SUB-ZERO ice cream experience. You create your own flavors which come in liquid form.... and then liquid hot ice (nitrogen) is sprayed on the liquid which crystalizes into iced cream. Very 'hokey-pokey' with vapor smoke rising from the ice cream bowls. Yummy and cool.
Casey was sweet. When we returned home, he rocked on the twin rocker with me, his arm draped along the back and said "I want you here. We want you here. You are the mommy. I will do better". It was sweet. Appreciated. He also said that Carlyle wasn't good at apologizing. I love it. He is explaining my daughter to me. I have lived with her for 28 years..... significantly longer than Casey has: she is the same stubborn woman today as she was a 'little girl', way back when.
Astrid and I had gone to the house yesterday. She tore down the one RED Venetian Plaster bedroom wall. It hurt her to do it, as she had put many hours into creating that red beautiful wall.
Oh WELL! Down it went. Good thing: got rid of one 'moldy' drywall. Yeah! Progress. Destruction, too. We got down to the basic roots of the house: CONCRETE. It was all evocative... of a life well lived.
Happy Tuesday. THANK YOU for stopping by and visiting. It warms me to know that you do visit with me, and you it is appreciated and respected.
Judy
Sunday, December 1, 2013
a Fluff and Goo kinda gal... with a short attention span, who still adores a hand written letter.
Thanksgiving Sunday, 2013
I have been eating comfort food leftovers now for several days.... and have basically only turkey left. Which seems lonely without the cranberry, gravy, stuffing, sweet potato & marsh-mellow pie & mashed potatoes.
It is telling that all the "FLUFF" is eaten... while there is gobs of healthy white meat turkey leftovers-even still.
Well, I have always been a fluff and goo (love love love sauces,whipped cream- goo!) gal, myself!
In my process of 'moving forward'- I took great leaps by attacking my mail, which has been piled in an errant container on the floor. Yesterday, I was thinking of my life as a displaced person. Today, I would rather look at it as a LIFE IN PILES.
Having a rather short attention span, I am likely to take days opening and discarding the gobs of post which has accumulated so bountifully. Bu, just think of how much 'lighter' I'll feel. I won't be lighter, but I will feel that way.
That is a personality trait which has been with me forever. I hate opening up mail. Letters are a different species of post altogether. I love, adore, am gleeful over opening up personal notes. That must come from traipsing through a snow-filled college campus to the tiny post office box we had as students... only to find VOID, SPACE, nothing. Or bills, which was worse than space. It was like Christmas, if there was actually a letter inside. The old fashioned "YOU'VE GOT MAIL", without a voice and without a keyboard...... just hand written words on a page.
charming, indeed. And, an ancient art form.
Enjoy your Sunday.... and safe travels.
Judy
I have been eating comfort food leftovers now for several days.... and have basically only turkey left. Which seems lonely without the cranberry, gravy, stuffing, sweet potato & marsh-mellow pie & mashed potatoes.
It is telling that all the "FLUFF" is eaten... while there is gobs of healthy white meat turkey leftovers-even still.
Well, I have always been a fluff and goo (love love love sauces,whipped cream- goo!) gal, myself!
In my process of 'moving forward'- I took great leaps by attacking my mail, which has been piled in an errant container on the floor. Yesterday, I was thinking of my life as a displaced person. Today, I would rather look at it as a LIFE IN PILES.
Having a rather short attention span, I am likely to take days opening and discarding the gobs of post which has accumulated so bountifully. Bu, just think of how much 'lighter' I'll feel. I won't be lighter, but I will feel that way.
That is a personality trait which has been with me forever. I hate opening up mail. Letters are a different species of post altogether. I love, adore, am gleeful over opening up personal notes. That must come from traipsing through a snow-filled college campus to the tiny post office box we had as students... only to find VOID, SPACE, nothing. Or bills, which was worse than space. It was like Christmas, if there was actually a letter inside. The old fashioned "YOU'VE GOT MAIL", without a voice and without a keyboard...... just hand written words on a page.
charming, indeed. And, an ancient art form.
Enjoy your Sunday.... and safe travels.
Judy
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