A glorious sunny sunday, may 18, 2014
I am another transitioning phase. As I move from one life to another, I am needful of time to clean up pieces to one life, in order to begin anew in another. I have a need to have as few lose ends as possible. It is exhausting, stressful, and I am fully aware that the neurotic goal of mine is nearly impossible for me to achieve… accenting my impotence.
My life on either side of the Atlantic is never squared away. I am always leaving bits of myself on each side. Which is a bit unsettling at its decadent best.
I am fully packed. Too full. Always. I have this deep seeded belief that air in any suitcase is a waste of potential. I hate to waste potential. Consequently, I am a pack-horse of sorts. I have even packed a 'dive skin' to swim in the fresh lake waters. "Fresca" in Italian is equal to frigid in Floridaspeak.
I have never denied my wimp leanings. Having goose bumps happen when swimming, is not a pleasure center.
This afternoon I went for a long walk on Siesta Key Beach… the number # 1 beach in the USA. I went with my 'first born' Astrid, her two boys and her partner. Watching my two grand babies skipper down the beach: the sun shining, as they would chase Ibis, sandpipers…. or find shells, filled their tiny fingers with gobs of sand. Life at its purest. No worries. The sky was a vibrant blue with bright crisp clouds, giving design to the view above. The water shimmering as it played upon the sand. We walked the beach and then walked through the village. We had a vacation dinner: sliders, fried mozzarella sticks… and a well earned double maker's mark with ginger ale. We sat outside, with the misters blowing. Bamboo fence, surf boards as bars, and a VW Bus is where the food comes out from the kitchen. Very 'island' kitsch and all American. Walked back home. Enjoying my island life style. Loving it with my family.
Happy Sunday
SMiles
Judy
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Looking for that glass, which is half full!
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
You know when every single thing goes to the way of the worst case scenario?
That has been the story of my life for awhile. It hasn't stopped. At least these things have a beginning and an end.
I am so over it. I am over thinking about all those things that I have that could and will absolutely go astray. Because everything dies: even our machines meant to serve us. The microwave. The dishwasher. The washer. The disposal. The insta-hot. The roof. One of the air conditioning units needs attention. I keep thinking to myself that I was LUCKY. The compressor on this unit created a lithe fire , melted the covering, and tripped itself into STOP.
So, rather than thinking that I am compressor needy, I need to frame my mind into saying "aren't I lucky?" I could have lost my home to a fire for a silly air conditioning compressor!
I am working on that mind frame thing.
Now? Hmmm?
Tomorrow the refrigerator guy comes. My refrigerator says it is compressor needy too! Yikes: I have exactly 6 things in my fridge as a solo person. I have this huge sub-zero….. which must be lonely without food. It is rebelling. I have exactly 4 things in my freezer.
I am so glad I had a much needed massage yesterday. My body feels more pliable: and living.
I had a glorious evening with one of my best friends. I love this man. He has been a safe place for my daughter- a man/ father figure… where she could find a balance. It has been far too long. He is my yogi teacher. He is my sounding board. He has been a quiet strength in my life. A constancy. A safe place, even for me. He gave me yoga and a way to care for me. I only need to look to myself. It is that easy and that difficult.
We had sushi: and great talk. He seemed tired. We are all getting older. All of the people I know. And, it is all showing- form the wrinkles on the neck, to moments of hesitating in the midst of conversation…to … a whole litany of body and mind parts that begin to lag.
Life continues. That is the good news. That is the glass half full.
As always,
Judy
You know when every single thing goes to the way of the worst case scenario?
That has been the story of my life for awhile. It hasn't stopped. At least these things have a beginning and an end.
I am so over it. I am over thinking about all those things that I have that could and will absolutely go astray. Because everything dies: even our machines meant to serve us. The microwave. The dishwasher. The washer. The disposal. The insta-hot. The roof. One of the air conditioning units needs attention. I keep thinking to myself that I was LUCKY. The compressor on this unit created a lithe fire , melted the covering, and tripped itself into STOP.
So, rather than thinking that I am compressor needy, I need to frame my mind into saying "aren't I lucky?" I could have lost my home to a fire for a silly air conditioning compressor!
I am working on that mind frame thing.
Now? Hmmm?
Tomorrow the refrigerator guy comes. My refrigerator says it is compressor needy too! Yikes: I have exactly 6 things in my fridge as a solo person. I have this huge sub-zero….. which must be lonely without food. It is rebelling. I have exactly 4 things in my freezer.
I am so glad I had a much needed massage yesterday. My body feels more pliable: and living.
I had a glorious evening with one of my best friends. I love this man. He has been a safe place for my daughter- a man/ father figure… where she could find a balance. It has been far too long. He is my yogi teacher. He is my sounding board. He has been a quiet strength in my life. A constancy. A safe place, even for me. He gave me yoga and a way to care for me. I only need to look to myself. It is that easy and that difficult.
We had sushi: and great talk. He seemed tired. We are all getting older. All of the people I know. And, it is all showing- form the wrinkles on the neck, to moments of hesitating in the midst of conversation…to … a whole litany of body and mind parts that begin to lag.
Life continues. That is the good news. That is the glass half full.
As always,
Judy
Monday, May 12, 2014
The power of Q-Tips, and breakfast in bed
Monday, May 12th, 2014
Good early morning.
My birthday is November 5th: or 11-5
My Grandma's birthday was May 11th: or 5-11. Yesterday, she would have been 123! She passed away when she was 94. She is 60 years older than me.
I used to love that detail in our birthdays, as it made us like birthday conspirators. I was one of 13 grandkids, but was the super lucky one who got to travel Europe with her as a teenager. Grandkid birth order dictated that fortune for me….quite accidental.
I have had a marvelous week, including a super Mom's Day, which began with a 'breakfast' in bed…graciously cooked by Carlyle. Eggs, fresh sweet potatoes, onions, zucchinis and mushrooms with a touch of parmesan and voila! YUM. It was topped with freshly squeezed orange juice, and a black/white cookie. Health and decadence in one bountiful breakfast. She brought along a stargazer lily plant. My fragrant fave: I hope it can stay alive….it says it needs tons of sun. That is one thing I have lots of. Fingers crossed!
Then, my other 'first born' came with the grand babies, and some German friends. We all spent a few hours at Siesta Beach. There was just enough overcast, as to be pleasurable. The gulf is perfect. Turquoise, not hot, not cold. I loved dipping into that luscious liquid .
I have spent time this week with my dear LeeLee. I have missed having time with her. And other gal friends…. who joined in: refreshing, bright, and nice ladies. I also joined in and helped LeeLee feed the homeless on Saturday at Payne park. LeeLee brings the food for the first Saturday of the month. We set up tables outdoors…..and being the sweet and caring person, she includes packs of foods for cats & dogs. She brings tons of hotel sized soaps, perfumes, Q-Tips, shampoo, conditioner and lotions. I was humbled when one lady was ecstatic that she got a pack of 4- Qtips. She was delighted. I was humbled and grateful. And glad to be able to hold the bowl that held and presented this lady with her treasure. The gift made GREATER, by its simplicity.
A treasure is a treasure.
I woke up this morning to a treasure: a photo of twin girls born of one amniotic sac….. arriving into this world …. bring born, holding hands.
How precious!
Had fun fun fun luncheons & dinners with dear gal friends ~Drinking Maker's Mark or Pinot Grigio, talking italy & men, listening to music, sitting outdoors…. taking the time to enjoy my amazing circle of women whom I adore and admire. I am stocking up on my 'gal time' , American food & ethnic fare ~ before I change gears… and head to life in Italy.
Heard from my son: so, the day was complete. All my babies accounted for on this day.
Smiles and warmth
Judy
Good early morning.
My birthday is November 5th: or 11-5
My Grandma's birthday was May 11th: or 5-11. Yesterday, she would have been 123! She passed away when she was 94. She is 60 years older than me.
I used to love that detail in our birthdays, as it made us like birthday conspirators. I was one of 13 grandkids, but was the super lucky one who got to travel Europe with her as a teenager. Grandkid birth order dictated that fortune for me….quite accidental.
I have had a marvelous week, including a super Mom's Day, which began with a 'breakfast' in bed…graciously cooked by Carlyle. Eggs, fresh sweet potatoes, onions, zucchinis and mushrooms with a touch of parmesan and voila! YUM. It was topped with freshly squeezed orange juice, and a black/white cookie. Health and decadence in one bountiful breakfast. She brought along a stargazer lily plant. My fragrant fave: I hope it can stay alive….it says it needs tons of sun. That is one thing I have lots of. Fingers crossed!
Then, my other 'first born' came with the grand babies, and some German friends. We all spent a few hours at Siesta Beach. There was just enough overcast, as to be pleasurable. The gulf is perfect. Turquoise, not hot, not cold. I loved dipping into that luscious liquid .
I have spent time this week with my dear LeeLee. I have missed having time with her. And other gal friends…. who joined in: refreshing, bright, and nice ladies. I also joined in and helped LeeLee feed the homeless on Saturday at Payne park. LeeLee brings the food for the first Saturday of the month. We set up tables outdoors…..and being the sweet and caring person, she includes packs of foods for cats & dogs. She brings tons of hotel sized soaps, perfumes, Q-Tips, shampoo, conditioner and lotions. I was humbled when one lady was ecstatic that she got a pack of 4- Qtips. She was delighted. I was humbled and grateful. And glad to be able to hold the bowl that held and presented this lady with her treasure. The gift made GREATER, by its simplicity.
A treasure is a treasure.
I woke up this morning to a treasure: a photo of twin girls born of one amniotic sac….. arriving into this world …. bring born, holding hands.
How precious!
Had fun fun fun luncheons & dinners with dear gal friends ~Drinking Maker's Mark or Pinot Grigio, talking italy & men, listening to music, sitting outdoors…. taking the time to enjoy my amazing circle of women whom I adore and admire. I am stocking up on my 'gal time' , American food & ethnic fare ~ before I change gears… and head to life in Italy.
Heard from my son: so, the day was complete. All my babies accounted for on this day.
Smiles and warmth
Judy
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Being a Dream Merchant, Eating Well and enjoying the Sun as it dances across my floors
Tuesday, May 6th
I am finishing being a travel agent: doing a trip for clients who are going to the World Soccer Finals in Rio! Part cultural, part free time for self expression, and part adventure: I have been planning trips for this family for decades. What a beautiful thing: to be a dream merchant for folks who are also friends.
It is a super duper coups.
I had breakfast with a long time friend the other day. I indulged in my new favorite breakfast spot. I don't understand breakfast spots: they always seem a bit generic. But, this is a new original breakfast restaurant with an omelette of brie, fresh chives, sautéed Maine lobster chunks ~ all whipped together in an original and succulent repast and served with onions, cheese and hash browns. Total yum. Top it off with freshly squeezed orange juice, and I found Breakfast heaven. It is called Another Broken Egg and it is located in the heart of Siesta Village. I finished my day with another new oral addiction: Sub-Zero ice cream , created by liquid nitrogen being infused into the combination of ingredients: Flavor of addiction: Pepsi, Vanilla and wee brownie bits. Not exactly a balanced diet… but a satisfying one, if palate pleasing is paramount.
I am putting things in order, yet again. Changing gears. I am enjoying the light as it filters through the Plantations shutters, allowing the peach glow of sunset to filter through the windows and touch the walls, the ceilings, and glaze over the horizontal edges of the furniture. Fleeting glimpses of light, marking time.
Thanks for visiting,
Smiles from Judy
I am finishing being a travel agent: doing a trip for clients who are going to the World Soccer Finals in Rio! Part cultural, part free time for self expression, and part adventure: I have been planning trips for this family for decades. What a beautiful thing: to be a dream merchant for folks who are also friends.
It is a super duper coups.
I had breakfast with a long time friend the other day. I indulged in my new favorite breakfast spot. I don't understand breakfast spots: they always seem a bit generic. But, this is a new original breakfast restaurant with an omelette of brie, fresh chives, sautéed Maine lobster chunks ~ all whipped together in an original and succulent repast and served with onions, cheese and hash browns. Total yum. Top it off with freshly squeezed orange juice, and I found Breakfast heaven. It is called Another Broken Egg and it is located in the heart of Siesta Village. I finished my day with another new oral addiction: Sub-Zero ice cream , created by liquid nitrogen being infused into the combination of ingredients: Flavor of addiction: Pepsi, Vanilla and wee brownie bits. Not exactly a balanced diet… but a satisfying one, if palate pleasing is paramount.
I am putting things in order, yet again. Changing gears. I am enjoying the light as it filters through the Plantations shutters, allowing the peach glow of sunset to filter through the windows and touch the walls, the ceilings, and glaze over the horizontal edges of the furniture. Fleeting glimpses of light, marking time.
Thanks for visiting,
Smiles from Judy
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Judy1, Judy 2, and Suss in Safety Harbor
Sunday, May 4, 2014
I just spent two days with my college roomie, whose name also is Judy….. in Safety Harbor, Florida.
Again the circle of life shows itself in all its magnificent glory, found in the bounty of a lifetime friend.
Judy and I both had moms who were Christian and dads who were Jewish. Both of us went to the same Congregational Church in Manhasset. Judy was from Sands Point in Port Washington. I was from Manhasset. Two towns. Two girls. One church. She was cool. Too cool for me. I was a dork… unmemorable. I knew her. She didn't know me. Then…. years later, we were arbitrarily assigned as roomies at Wheaton College in Massachusetts. Despite my reservations and apprehensions at the time: we have been dear, tight friends since. Two Judy's. One light, with her half of the room decorated in camouflage olive green. One dark, with her half of the room covered in Lime Green & Pink! One Judy who loved ice growing on the windowsill, cooling the air. One Judy, who loved heat and warmth. No wonder today, one Judy lives in Denver. One Judy lives in Florida.
I am Judy 1. She is Judy 2.
The grand circle of life's meanderings didn't stop at college. It just so happens that Judy 2's parents used to own the Safety Harbor Spa, lived and retired there. Just over an hour north of me ~ that detail provided a lifetime of annual visits, and the ability to have at least 24 hours of never enough talking time. Both of Judy's parents are gone, but there are a handful of folks who have been part of her life for her lifetime. They are her family. They are her friends.
This week-end Judy 2 arrived and stayed at SUSS's house ( Suzanne). Suss arrived in the US over 40 years ago from Denmark as Judy 2's au pair. As it turns out, Suss met a fetching Indian gent who worked with Judy 2's father, fell in love, married and created a fabulously warm, welcoming, bright, energetic family. Suss is 70, a widow, and grandmother to 5. She is petit and very blond, blue eyed, lovely lady. She has lived in the same home for 4 decades. Just like me. She designed every inch of her home. Just like me. She has lots of windows, glass and Mexican tile. So do I. In so many ways: her home is simpatico with me: open to lots of folks from all over the globe. With the Safety Harbor bay front as her front yard, lots of windows, Mexican tile, a mix of modern and antiques… with things from years of travel: Suss's home has a soul which speaks to mine. Looking out, you eyes graze on sea grapes, mangroves… and the delicate and striking pink of spoonbills, lollygagging on Suss's pier…. with the outstretched span of the bay looming in the background. Beautiful in the evening with city lights glittering far beyond the bay. Beautiful also in the grey of a stormy day, making the pink of the spoonbill even more glorious in the contrast to a gray sky.
Judy 1, Judy 2, and Suss had a grand girls' day, going to see the movie "The Other Woman". Funny and a perfect rain day diversion, we sat and talked, dined on Thai food and enjoyed the easy camaraderie and banter of gals, including Suss's eldest daughter.
This morning included the advent of men. Suss's son, and then her longtime friend, who she refers to as her brother. For me as the 'new kid' on their block ~ It was pure delight to see the affection, experience the laughter and feel a part of this extended family, which now also, hopefully, includes me. I feel privileged.
For those of you who are not familiar with Safety Harbor ~ it is a small town, built in 1917. Before that, it was a magical place known for its 'curative waters'. It is just one main street. Filled with old town charm. A wee tiny gem on Florida's west coast, where history is appreciated.
Have a great Sunday.
Smiles, as always, and thanks for visiting
Judy
I just spent two days with my college roomie, whose name also is Judy….. in Safety Harbor, Florida.
Again the circle of life shows itself in all its magnificent glory, found in the bounty of a lifetime friend.
Judy and I both had moms who were Christian and dads who were Jewish. Both of us went to the same Congregational Church in Manhasset. Judy was from Sands Point in Port Washington. I was from Manhasset. Two towns. Two girls. One church. She was cool. Too cool for me. I was a dork… unmemorable. I knew her. She didn't know me. Then…. years later, we were arbitrarily assigned as roomies at Wheaton College in Massachusetts. Despite my reservations and apprehensions at the time: we have been dear, tight friends since. Two Judy's. One light, with her half of the room decorated in camouflage olive green. One dark, with her half of the room covered in Lime Green & Pink! One Judy who loved ice growing on the windowsill, cooling the air. One Judy, who loved heat and warmth. No wonder today, one Judy lives in Denver. One Judy lives in Florida.
I am Judy 1. She is Judy 2.
The grand circle of life's meanderings didn't stop at college. It just so happens that Judy 2's parents used to own the Safety Harbor Spa, lived and retired there. Just over an hour north of me ~ that detail provided a lifetime of annual visits, and the ability to have at least 24 hours of never enough talking time. Both of Judy's parents are gone, but there are a handful of folks who have been part of her life for her lifetime. They are her family. They are her friends.
This week-end Judy 2 arrived and stayed at SUSS's house ( Suzanne). Suss arrived in the US over 40 years ago from Denmark as Judy 2's au pair. As it turns out, Suss met a fetching Indian gent who worked with Judy 2's father, fell in love, married and created a fabulously warm, welcoming, bright, energetic family. Suss is 70, a widow, and grandmother to 5. She is petit and very blond, blue eyed, lovely lady. She has lived in the same home for 4 decades. Just like me. She designed every inch of her home. Just like me. She has lots of windows, glass and Mexican tile. So do I. In so many ways: her home is simpatico with me: open to lots of folks from all over the globe. With the Safety Harbor bay front as her front yard, lots of windows, Mexican tile, a mix of modern and antiques… with things from years of travel: Suss's home has a soul which speaks to mine. Looking out, you eyes graze on sea grapes, mangroves… and the delicate and striking pink of spoonbills, lollygagging on Suss's pier…. with the outstretched span of the bay looming in the background. Beautiful in the evening with city lights glittering far beyond the bay. Beautiful also in the grey of a stormy day, making the pink of the spoonbill even more glorious in the contrast to a gray sky.
Judy 1, Judy 2, and Suss had a grand girls' day, going to see the movie "The Other Woman". Funny and a perfect rain day diversion, we sat and talked, dined on Thai food and enjoyed the easy camaraderie and banter of gals, including Suss's eldest daughter.
This morning included the advent of men. Suss's son, and then her longtime friend, who she refers to as her brother. For me as the 'new kid' on their block ~ It was pure delight to see the affection, experience the laughter and feel a part of this extended family, which now also, hopefully, includes me. I feel privileged.
For those of you who are not familiar with Safety Harbor ~ it is a small town, built in 1917. Before that, it was a magical place known for its 'curative waters'. It is just one main street. Filled with old town charm. A wee tiny gem on Florida's west coast, where history is appreciated.
Have a great Sunday.
Smiles, as always, and thanks for visiting
Judy
Thursday, May 1, 2014
New friends, Manhasset memories and a painting party!
Thursday, May first, 2014
I feel errant in not having written yesterday. I missed it, really. I have had a wonderful couple of days- filled with wee tiny happenings, which make a full life.
I had the opportunity to meet 8 future guests of mine in Italy: but, was mortified by being over an hour late while everyone waited. I never looked at my telephone calendar that day. Not once. Even I know that the only way a calendar works: is if one actually uses it and looks at it. Silly me. I made it from Siesta Key to Michael's on East. This group of septuagenarians were a kick and forgiving of my obtuseness. All four couples were on their second marriage. One couple was married for 24 years. Another couple is getting married while guests at my home. And, the other two couples were like newlyweds after 4 and 9 years. It gives me inspiration that there is love, romance and partnership ~ all possible in the future. These folks are all golfers to some degree and live in a golf community: what lovely camaraderie.
Had lunch with a new girlfriend who will also be in Italy…. while I am there. This lady is a kick. She brought her beautiful fluffy puppy, named "trinket"! What a perfect name for a little fluffy cutie thing. A fun part of our newly budding friendship is also that some of her grown kids live in Manhasset ~ where I grew up. It is fun to go back to visit my childhood neighborhood in just hearing stories she tells, like taking the family to "LOUIES"- a seafood restaurant on the north shore of Long Island. I grew up going to Louies and spent a few years also living down the street in Port Washington…. It is that circle of life, appearing and shining its delight upon me.
And, last night, I joined a bunch of girlfriends from the days of raising our kids at Out of Door Academy. All grown- it is evidence that our kids school, was also the center of our social life, too.
Who knew? And so…. we celebrated the birthday of a sweet, little whippet of a woman and friend. We went to a place called "Painting with a Twist". The fee was a donation to SPARCC (Safe Place and Rape Crisis Center), making it an even more dear of a girl gathering. We all had canvasses and a free spirited art teacher led us through painting the same image: albeit with each women's interpretation.
Oh…artistic creation is always enhanced with a little vino: which makes the TWIST part of the title, appropriate.
New friends, old memories and new experiences in a short couple of days. Isn't life great!
Warmth and smiles …. thanks for visiting.
Judy
I feel errant in not having written yesterday. I missed it, really. I have had a wonderful couple of days- filled with wee tiny happenings, which make a full life.
I had the opportunity to meet 8 future guests of mine in Italy: but, was mortified by being over an hour late while everyone waited. I never looked at my telephone calendar that day. Not once. Even I know that the only way a calendar works: is if one actually uses it and looks at it. Silly me. I made it from Siesta Key to Michael's on East. This group of septuagenarians were a kick and forgiving of my obtuseness. All four couples were on their second marriage. One couple was married for 24 years. Another couple is getting married while guests at my home. And, the other two couples were like newlyweds after 4 and 9 years. It gives me inspiration that there is love, romance and partnership ~ all possible in the future. These folks are all golfers to some degree and live in a golf community: what lovely camaraderie.
Had lunch with a new girlfriend who will also be in Italy…. while I am there. This lady is a kick. She brought her beautiful fluffy puppy, named "trinket"! What a perfect name for a little fluffy cutie thing. A fun part of our newly budding friendship is also that some of her grown kids live in Manhasset ~ where I grew up. It is fun to go back to visit my childhood neighborhood in just hearing stories she tells, like taking the family to "LOUIES"- a seafood restaurant on the north shore of Long Island. I grew up going to Louies and spent a few years also living down the street in Port Washington…. It is that circle of life, appearing and shining its delight upon me.
And, last night, I joined a bunch of girlfriends from the days of raising our kids at Out of Door Academy. All grown- it is evidence that our kids school, was also the center of our social life, too.
Who knew? And so…. we celebrated the birthday of a sweet, little whippet of a woman and friend. We went to a place called "Painting with a Twist". The fee was a donation to SPARCC (Safe Place and Rape Crisis Center), making it an even more dear of a girl gathering. We all had canvasses and a free spirited art teacher led us through painting the same image: albeit with each women's interpretation.
Oh…artistic creation is always enhanced with a little vino: which makes the TWIST part of the title, appropriate.
New friends, old memories and new experiences in a short couple of days. Isn't life great!
Warmth and smiles …. thanks for visiting.
Judy
Monday, April 28, 2014
Fin, Pip and my min-pin
Monday afternoon in Sunny Sarasota, April 28, 2014
It is another fine day, beginning with baby Fin and his mom Astrid. This is 2 year old cherub faced boy is so filled with joy, as to be contagious.
Blond, spun gold and whispy hair blowing as he runs… creating wings of flight as if he is the baby version of the 'flying nun'. A dimple in his chubby chin. And a grin which invites 'hi's, from strangers and passersby.
His curiosity is infectious. He studies every new detail and nuance as life happens before him. You can see his thoughts, as his face is expressive. He loves water. Mostly all around him….. he splashes and and drinks it up as he spots it anywhere and everywhere. Splish splash , he loves taking a bath.
Yesterday, I got to have a grand baby X 2 fix! Pip and Fin…. walking my MIN PIN "Curry" through Siesta Village during the Fiesta. With their parents, too- of course. That is part of the pleasure palace of family.
It is always fun to be in the sun, drink my favorite ~ freshly squeezed lemonade. Some of the crafts are new and darling. Most are not…. but, it is always a grand way to spend the day. Each season, I will run into someone whom I haven't seen in forever. Yesterday's surprise visit with an old chiropractor friend was no exception.
Dining on a German breakfast with my German family, I feasted on CURRY wurst. It is perfect, since I was dining on my dog. Curry wurst is a major hot dog, kaiser bun with mustard , ketchup & curry powder. It is a street staple on the Berlin streets. It was tastier in the BIG City… , emphasizing the delight in memories. The kids drank MEZZO: half cola mixed with half orange santa. That taste sensation was a new cultural experience for me.
I spent a few delightful hours with future Italian visitors. I was in my element…. making new friends in the process. And then, I became a tourist in my own island. Went into the village, and dined on my favorite caesar salad, chopped finely and a special mojito. This was topped with a stroll to indulge in an ice cream of "Cherry coke, vanilla and brownie bits". Orgasmic taste sensations.
Enjoying my life back on the island. Life is good, sweet, and precious. I am thankful.
Warmth for this monday. and, as always- a smile
Judy
It is another fine day, beginning with baby Fin and his mom Astrid. This is 2 year old cherub faced boy is so filled with joy, as to be contagious.
Blond, spun gold and whispy hair blowing as he runs… creating wings of flight as if he is the baby version of the 'flying nun'. A dimple in his chubby chin. And a grin which invites 'hi's, from strangers and passersby.
His curiosity is infectious. He studies every new detail and nuance as life happens before him. You can see his thoughts, as his face is expressive. He loves water. Mostly all around him….. he splashes and and drinks it up as he spots it anywhere and everywhere. Splish splash , he loves taking a bath.
Yesterday, I got to have a grand baby X 2 fix! Pip and Fin…. walking my MIN PIN "Curry" through Siesta Village during the Fiesta. With their parents, too- of course. That is part of the pleasure palace of family.
It is always fun to be in the sun, drink my favorite ~ freshly squeezed lemonade. Some of the crafts are new and darling. Most are not…. but, it is always a grand way to spend the day. Each season, I will run into someone whom I haven't seen in forever. Yesterday's surprise visit with an old chiropractor friend was no exception.
Dining on a German breakfast with my German family, I feasted on CURRY wurst. It is perfect, since I was dining on my dog. Curry wurst is a major hot dog, kaiser bun with mustard , ketchup & curry powder. It is a street staple on the Berlin streets. It was tastier in the BIG City… , emphasizing the delight in memories. The kids drank MEZZO: half cola mixed with half orange santa. That taste sensation was a new cultural experience for me.
I spent a few delightful hours with future Italian visitors. I was in my element…. making new friends in the process. And then, I became a tourist in my own island. Went into the village, and dined on my favorite caesar salad, chopped finely and a special mojito. This was topped with a stroll to indulge in an ice cream of "Cherry coke, vanilla and brownie bits". Orgasmic taste sensations.
Enjoying my life back on the island. Life is good, sweet, and precious. I am thankful.
Warmth for this monday. and, as always- a smile
Judy
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Imaginings about the little details at Historic Spanish Point...
Sunday, April 27, 2014
A sunshiney, blue, electrifyingly wonderful day to be alive.
I am still reflecting about my afternoon at the outdoor museum park ~ "HISTORIC SPANISH POINT".
I am a travel agent. I am a teacher. I am an American History and English teacher… specifically. I am a tour guide. I am a writer, a traveler and a sponge- soaking up life's big and little treasures. My curiosity compels me. And, I am riveted by the gems found on the 30 acres on little Sarasota Bay.
Some are so subtle, as to be dismissed, easily. For instance…you can easily walk by a pond whose top is etched by what could appear at first sight as scum. I passed this spot hundreds of times. If I noticed it, I would have thought it a 'dirty' pond. And yet- it is part of what made this particular spot in Florida's landscape- 5,000 years ago, important for Indians to call this 'home'.
This pond is covered with an algae type organism, easily swept aside to reveal a perfectly clear pond of fresh, clean water. It is this kind of detail which is profound on the impact it had for those living here for 50 centuries. That is remarkable, as it drives home the importance of fresh water to our survival. Then, and now. A simple, yet important lesson.
I love the fact that this is a spot which exemplifies American wilderness and the drive to 'tame' and 'cultivate' it: not unlike the wild west in the mid 1800's. For the promise of free land, pioneers could settle in exchange for making it 'productive': growing crops, oranges, etc… I love the fact that the reason these pioneers arrived on this spot was from the recommendation of an old spanish dude. He told this Webb family to go up the West coast of Florida , where there is a point of land which offers safe height from storms.
The circle of life is ever present and quite remarkable. It was due to thousands of years of living on this site, where the Indian culture left its refuge…. creating a height of over 15 ft. ! It is a special place specifically because it is built on the centuries of lives of peoples having called this home.
As a travel agent, by the way: this is the site of the very first Sarasota hotel, motel, boarding house, B&B…. I am not sure what the name would be, but it was a pace-setter for the tourist industry. Imagine what they might say today if they were alive to see how far that concept has grown!
I will continue to write about Historic Spanish Point. But, in the meantime, I must meet my grand babies and 'first born' for a stroll to Siesta Fiesta Art fair.
I will walk. Must get ready for life in Italy.
Smiles and happy Sunday
Judy
A sunshiney, blue, electrifyingly wonderful day to be alive.
I am still reflecting about my afternoon at the outdoor museum park ~ "HISTORIC SPANISH POINT".
I am a travel agent. I am a teacher. I am an American History and English teacher… specifically. I am a tour guide. I am a writer, a traveler and a sponge- soaking up life's big and little treasures. My curiosity compels me. And, I am riveted by the gems found on the 30 acres on little Sarasota Bay.
Some are so subtle, as to be dismissed, easily. For instance…you can easily walk by a pond whose top is etched by what could appear at first sight as scum. I passed this spot hundreds of times. If I noticed it, I would have thought it a 'dirty' pond. And yet- it is part of what made this particular spot in Florida's landscape- 5,000 years ago, important for Indians to call this 'home'.
This pond is covered with an algae type organism, easily swept aside to reveal a perfectly clear pond of fresh, clean water. It is this kind of detail which is profound on the impact it had for those living here for 50 centuries. That is remarkable, as it drives home the importance of fresh water to our survival. Then, and now. A simple, yet important lesson.
I love the fact that this is a spot which exemplifies American wilderness and the drive to 'tame' and 'cultivate' it: not unlike the wild west in the mid 1800's. For the promise of free land, pioneers could settle in exchange for making it 'productive': growing crops, oranges, etc… I love the fact that the reason these pioneers arrived on this spot was from the recommendation of an old spanish dude. He told this Webb family to go up the West coast of Florida , where there is a point of land which offers safe height from storms.
The circle of life is ever present and quite remarkable. It was due to thousands of years of living on this site, where the Indian culture left its refuge…. creating a height of over 15 ft. ! It is a special place specifically because it is built on the centuries of lives of peoples having called this home.
As a travel agent, by the way: this is the site of the very first Sarasota hotel, motel, boarding house, B&B…. I am not sure what the name would be, but it was a pace-setter for the tourist industry. Imagine what they might say today if they were alive to see how far that concept has grown!
I will continue to write about Historic Spanish Point. But, in the meantime, I must meet my grand babies and 'first born' for a stroll to Siesta Fiesta Art fair.
I will walk. Must get ready for life in Italy.
Smiles and happy Sunday
Judy
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Splendid day by Sarasota Bay at Historic Spanish Point
Saturday, April 26
Happy glorious Saturday morning
Sarasota in the spring is as beautiful as it gets: slight breezes cool the skin, as the sun warms it.
Yesterday, I had a great day~ one of those days where eye candy meets brain candy.
I went to Historic Spanish Point outdoor museum, where I am a board member. I have been on the magnificent 30 acre site on little Sarasota Bay hundreds of times. I actually give tours, and love it. It is the perfect marriage between being a teacher and tour guide. That pretty much defines me. So, it was not a unique experience for me. And yet- exceptional.
There were 8 girlfriends in our group, led by another board member and Sarasota County archeology. He is a darling 30 year old kid, whose love of history is contagious. His knowledge of things that before visiting Historic Spanish Point would have never been a subject of interest: is fascinating to watch as curiosities are awakened.
Deciding to do a self guided walking tour of Historic Spanish Point is to feed the eye candy. In order to truly awaken that mind candy: one must take a tour with a guide. It is only then that what appears to be simply a bunch of broken shells: becomes the fabric to interpret 1000 years of human history. This museum has the only Indian midden where you can walk inside. And you say "huh"?
That doesn't sound interesting in the least to me. What is an indian midden? Why do I care? An indian midden is basically the refuge left by the Indians who lived on the site 5,000 years ago. You walk inside a 15 ft. midden: and can witness 1,000 years of history. There is evidence of the tools they used. Shells of course. If I looked at the pile, I would see just crumpled shells. An expert can see a smorgasbord of information: the types of tools, where the hearths were, what the shapes of the houses were by understanding the piling markings.
On the site, there is a 5,000 year old archaic indian ring. What is that? It is simply a dip in the ground, with a large ring of dirt circle. There is one (of two in North America) open to the public . So what? Who cares about a dip in the ground? It shows us that 5,000 years ago- It shows that they were social people who used this circle for social gatherings. If the ring is closed: that means in this ancient society-that everyone was equal . If the ring is shaped like a horseshoe, that indicates that the most powerful is opposite the open part of the ring. There, archeologists have found a greater abundance of offerings hidden …. as shallow as 7 inches under the ground.
There is a palm tree on a tiny hump of ground. That hump looks like landscaping. Yet, it is the site of a burial ground from 100 AD (ish). Half of the burial mound was excavated in 1959 and it was found to have over 420 indians buried- in a crouching position - head up! There were a few dogs and an alligator. At that time, it was also discovered that syphlis existed in some of the bones- assuaging the concept that Europeans brought that disease to North America.
It was a beautiful day. Bougainvillea blossoming in purples and magenta. The Bay was glistening- blindingly so. Casey key island in the background. A few folks were kayaking. Splendid. Simple, Magnificent. Stellar.
More later about Historic Spanish Point….. Sunset over the bay with the group of 8 ladies and the archeologist, drinking wine and dining on box dinner of Honey baked ham sandwiches. Pickle and chocolate chip cookie, included. And, superb company. Ultimately…. it is about the people who surround us. Yesterday, they were loverly.
smiles for a grand Saturday
Judy
Happy glorious Saturday morning
Sarasota in the spring is as beautiful as it gets: slight breezes cool the skin, as the sun warms it.
Yesterday, I had a great day~ one of those days where eye candy meets brain candy.
I went to Historic Spanish Point outdoor museum, where I am a board member. I have been on the magnificent 30 acre site on little Sarasota Bay hundreds of times. I actually give tours, and love it. It is the perfect marriage between being a teacher and tour guide. That pretty much defines me. So, it was not a unique experience for me. And yet- exceptional.
There were 8 girlfriends in our group, led by another board member and Sarasota County archeology. He is a darling 30 year old kid, whose love of history is contagious. His knowledge of things that before visiting Historic Spanish Point would have never been a subject of interest: is fascinating to watch as curiosities are awakened.
Deciding to do a self guided walking tour of Historic Spanish Point is to feed the eye candy. In order to truly awaken that mind candy: one must take a tour with a guide. It is only then that what appears to be simply a bunch of broken shells: becomes the fabric to interpret 1000 years of human history. This museum has the only Indian midden where you can walk inside. And you say "huh"?
That doesn't sound interesting in the least to me. What is an indian midden? Why do I care? An indian midden is basically the refuge left by the Indians who lived on the site 5,000 years ago. You walk inside a 15 ft. midden: and can witness 1,000 years of history. There is evidence of the tools they used. Shells of course. If I looked at the pile, I would see just crumpled shells. An expert can see a smorgasbord of information: the types of tools, where the hearths were, what the shapes of the houses were by understanding the piling markings.
On the site, there is a 5,000 year old archaic indian ring. What is that? It is simply a dip in the ground, with a large ring of dirt circle. There is one (of two in North America) open to the public . So what? Who cares about a dip in the ground? It shows us that 5,000 years ago- It shows that they were social people who used this circle for social gatherings. If the ring is closed: that means in this ancient society-that everyone was equal . If the ring is shaped like a horseshoe, that indicates that the most powerful is opposite the open part of the ring. There, archeologists have found a greater abundance of offerings hidden …. as shallow as 7 inches under the ground.
There is a palm tree on a tiny hump of ground. That hump looks like landscaping. Yet, it is the site of a burial ground from 100 AD (ish). Half of the burial mound was excavated in 1959 and it was found to have over 420 indians buried- in a crouching position - head up! There were a few dogs and an alligator. At that time, it was also discovered that syphlis existed in some of the bones- assuaging the concept that Europeans brought that disease to North America.
It was a beautiful day. Bougainvillea blossoming in purples and magenta. The Bay was glistening- blindingly so. Casey key island in the background. A few folks were kayaking. Splendid. Simple, Magnificent. Stellar.
More later about Historic Spanish Point….. Sunset over the bay with the group of 8 ladies and the archeologist, drinking wine and dining on box dinner of Honey baked ham sandwiches. Pickle and chocolate chip cookie, included. And, superb company. Ultimately…. it is about the people who surround us. Yesterday, they were loverly.
smiles for a grand Saturday
Judy
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Paint, Pepsi ice cream and a swim in the Gulf of Mexico
Thursday, April 24, 2014
This has been a full and happy week: I am loving life in my home.
I have unpacked all the boxes I will unpack. The walls which require paint ~ are being painted by my 'first born' daughter. She is German and impeccable. She cleans the floors & walls and ceilings prior to painting. It is a pleasure to see how GREAT WORK is done. Doing a job well is an art. It is also pure pleasure to have her at home in the mornings and during the day. She paints. I am finally doing much needed paper work, neglected by over six months of being displaced. We take breaks, which involves conversation and affectionate banter developed over years of practice and trust. And coffee.
Had visitors from New Zealand, and Wales. It was good to have life back inside my home. It is also good to have my home back, to be savored and enjoyed. There is much space inside. It hasn't grown. Purging STUFF creates air space.
I have moved my office to what was originally a dining room, and then a 'family room'. I have a huge window behind me which opens up the back garden to me while I work. I have a view down my 45' hallway…. giving perspective to my day. And, I am surrounded by my favorite colors: kelly green, navy blue & white. It does my heart good to be immersed by my favorite colors. The energy is clear. My desk is reflective, with the etched glass… and it is a semi circle, which is welcoming. Top this off with a big TV: I am happy to be back in the 21st century.
I went to the beach today, went swimming, and came home with a bronze suntan… and a few glorious hours with my other daughter. The Gulf was a stunning light turquoise green which turned a deep royal blue by the horizon. The water was cool and refreshing. The people watching was great. The sky was a cloudless clear baby blue. And the breeze lulled us both to sleep. An afternoon of paradise perfection. An afternoon of mother -daughter perfection. I have always said that the Gulf of Mexico is a great 'backyard' for all of us to enjoy.
I was brainstorming with Carlyle for her next 'career' step. She is scared of the next stage of adulthood: which hopefully includes a job with health insurance, a vacation plan and a 401K.
I am just getting practiced at letting my observations flow. Stick with me, as my writing voice takes hold.
Smiles,
Judy
Dinner for me tonight was a "SUB-ZERO" ice cream: flavor…. pepsi, vanilla & brownie bits. This is an ice cream store where you create you own flavor. It is made mostly from a variety of liquids which are then torched with liquid nitrogen, and voila! it becomes ice cream. Magic. Very cool, in lots of ways.
This has been a full and happy week: I am loving life in my home.
I have unpacked all the boxes I will unpack. The walls which require paint ~ are being painted by my 'first born' daughter. She is German and impeccable. She cleans the floors & walls and ceilings prior to painting. It is a pleasure to see how GREAT WORK is done. Doing a job well is an art. It is also pure pleasure to have her at home in the mornings and during the day. She paints. I am finally doing much needed paper work, neglected by over six months of being displaced. We take breaks, which involves conversation and affectionate banter developed over years of practice and trust. And coffee.
Had visitors from New Zealand, and Wales. It was good to have life back inside my home. It is also good to have my home back, to be savored and enjoyed. There is much space inside. It hasn't grown. Purging STUFF creates air space.
I have moved my office to what was originally a dining room, and then a 'family room'. I have a huge window behind me which opens up the back garden to me while I work. I have a view down my 45' hallway…. giving perspective to my day. And, I am surrounded by my favorite colors: kelly green, navy blue & white. It does my heart good to be immersed by my favorite colors. The energy is clear. My desk is reflective, with the etched glass… and it is a semi circle, which is welcoming. Top this off with a big TV: I am happy to be back in the 21st century.
I went to the beach today, went swimming, and came home with a bronze suntan… and a few glorious hours with my other daughter. The Gulf was a stunning light turquoise green which turned a deep royal blue by the horizon. The water was cool and refreshing. The people watching was great. The sky was a cloudless clear baby blue. And the breeze lulled us both to sleep. An afternoon of paradise perfection. An afternoon of mother -daughter perfection. I have always said that the Gulf of Mexico is a great 'backyard' for all of us to enjoy.
I was brainstorming with Carlyle for her next 'career' step. She is scared of the next stage of adulthood: which hopefully includes a job with health insurance, a vacation plan and a 401K.
I am just getting practiced at letting my observations flow. Stick with me, as my writing voice takes hold.
Smiles,
Judy
Dinner for me tonight was a "SUB-ZERO" ice cream: flavor…. pepsi, vanilla & brownie bits. This is an ice cream store where you create you own flavor. It is made mostly from a variety of liquids which are then torched with liquid nitrogen, and voila! it becomes ice cream. Magic. Very cool, in lots of ways.
Monday, April 21, 2014
easter on siesta key
Monday, April 18th
After a far too long absence, I am back in the writing, blogging seat.
It was difficult being communicative when I was a 'displaced' person living out of my suitcase for a year…. basically.
I am back in my home, which is a breath of fresh air. Having filled a 30 yard dumpster, and having put my dearest treasures into storage: I am left with lots of space inside my home. Lots of drawers remain empty of a lifetime of stuff.
I have re-fitted the office, and having shopped my own home- have reconfigured and redesigned each room in my home…. repurposing them. It is a task, finally done!
I have just had the occasion to spend a week with some folks from Wales, New Zealand and Canada. The world is a wonderful feast of potential friends….
Easter yesterday was filled with friends and family…. and watching my two grand boys go on an easter egg hunt. All too darling.
More later, and thanks for visiting
Judy
After a far too long absence, I am back in the writing, blogging seat.
It was difficult being communicative when I was a 'displaced' person living out of my suitcase for a year…. basically.
I am back in my home, which is a breath of fresh air. Having filled a 30 yard dumpster, and having put my dearest treasures into storage: I am left with lots of space inside my home. Lots of drawers remain empty of a lifetime of stuff.
I have re-fitted the office, and having shopped my own home- have reconfigured and redesigned each room in my home…. repurposing them. It is a task, finally done!
I have just had the occasion to spend a week with some folks from Wales, New Zealand and Canada. The world is a wonderful feast of potential friends….
Easter yesterday was filled with friends and family…. and watching my two grand boys go on an easter egg hunt. All too darling.
More later, and thanks for visiting
Judy
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Air Scrubbers, virgin floors and succulent sushi
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Lots done yesterday.
Yeah.
The HEPA vacuuming continued to complete the rooms…. minus some floors. Insides cabinets and closets- all ceilings, walls, shelves, countertops and floors must be HEPA vac'd.
Tomorrow the DUCTS should be cleaned. The dryer vent and air conditioning coils. Microbial clean.
I discovered that I needed to scrub my AIR with an AIR SCRUBBER. Okay.
I also found out that it costs LESS to buy the machine than it does to RENT it. HMMM. Doesn't make a lot of sense.
So, I would guess that as I have been purging: I am also collecting HEPA equipment. Can't hurt. I have been claiming that my house will NEVER HAVE BEEN CLEANER than it will be when finished. Fingers crossed! The air scrubber will be placed from room to room as each room is scrubbed. The ACT of scrubbing air seems whimsical- like tiny bubbles of CLEAN eating up all the nasty little airborne spores. Gobble Gobble, air bubble by bubble. Like a little Pacman.
Carlyle's wooden bamboo floors started to be installed and it too is like a breath of fresh air. Puppy urine-free zone! Virgin floors, also destined never to be cleaner than at this very moment.
I have had a hankering for JO TO Sushi. I have had lots of Sushi since I have been back in the States. But, since I am not living on Siesta- it is no longer a 'local' hang. I have missed it. It's been almost a year, which is silly. I was indulged with GREAT SUSHI, suited to my palate. Dined solo, with the company of 'HUNG'- the American Vietnamese kid who was the sushi chef and my delightful company. A large hot Sake, a volcano roll and special scallop salad sushi…. with gobs of ginger salad dressing on the side (as I am a GOO kinda gal. love dipping things) and I was in JO TO Heaven on Siesta Key. And, I was satiated.
It was a full and forward moving day.
Smiles,
Judy
Lots done yesterday.
Yeah.
The HEPA vacuuming continued to complete the rooms…. minus some floors. Insides cabinets and closets- all ceilings, walls, shelves, countertops and floors must be HEPA vac'd.
Tomorrow the DUCTS should be cleaned. The dryer vent and air conditioning coils. Microbial clean.
I discovered that I needed to scrub my AIR with an AIR SCRUBBER. Okay.
I also found out that it costs LESS to buy the machine than it does to RENT it. HMMM. Doesn't make a lot of sense.
So, I would guess that as I have been purging: I am also collecting HEPA equipment. Can't hurt. I have been claiming that my house will NEVER HAVE BEEN CLEANER than it will be when finished. Fingers crossed! The air scrubber will be placed from room to room as each room is scrubbed. The ACT of scrubbing air seems whimsical- like tiny bubbles of CLEAN eating up all the nasty little airborne spores. Gobble Gobble, air bubble by bubble. Like a little Pacman.
Carlyle's wooden bamboo floors started to be installed and it too is like a breath of fresh air. Puppy urine-free zone! Virgin floors, also destined never to be cleaner than at this very moment.
I have had a hankering for JO TO Sushi. I have had lots of Sushi since I have been back in the States. But, since I am not living on Siesta- it is no longer a 'local' hang. I have missed it. It's been almost a year, which is silly. I was indulged with GREAT SUSHI, suited to my palate. Dined solo, with the company of 'HUNG'- the American Vietnamese kid who was the sushi chef and my delightful company. A large hot Sake, a volcano roll and special scallop salad sushi…. with gobs of ginger salad dressing on the side (as I am a GOO kinda gal. love dipping things) and I was in JO TO Heaven on Siesta Key. And, I was satiated.
It was a full and forward moving day.
Smiles,
Judy
Monday, January 20, 2014
The art of a slow moving week-end
Monday…. a government holiday, January 20, 2014
It is still a brisk Sarasota morning. Only a wimpy Floridian would consider this 'brisk'. Perhaps, FRESH is a better word. Fresca, indeed.
I spent a very quiet week-end as to be almost uneventful. I either go full out, or not at all. I like it all. The older I get the more I am preferring the 'not at all'.
I went to the Farmer's Market in downtown Sarasota in the morning with Astrid, Pip and Fin along with my MIN-PIN "Curry". The dogs gets to mingle with lots of dogs, which means that he gets to smell lots of dogs. He gets to pee on all the bushes in the medians.
It was so darling: Pip wanted to walk Curry on the leash. Pip and Curry are about the same size: not weight. Curry is only 6 lbs., but he was pulling Pip along. Pip was so patient with Curry and so attentive. When Curry was shaking, Pip would snuggle him in his arms. It was all so sweet. Pip was even great with his baby brother, which is always a gift…. to be reinforced. When I said to Pip, "Thank you for being so good with Curry", his wee voice said "Your welcome". Actually, it sounds like "Your TELcome". For Pip, almost every word starts with a "T". I went 'Tishing". Or "I like Tocholate".
I just love four year olds. Fin, of course was a happy camper, snacking of bits of empanadas. That was a cultural culinary first for Astrid: a bit of South America tempting her palate. We ate in front of the musician who asked Astrid to get her stroller out from in front of him. He was right, of course- but when one is chasing after an 18 month old…… one leaves the stroller behind. A bit of chaos among the bounty of a simple morning at the outdoor market. Good family morning.
Then… good family afternoon. I met Astrid at Siesta Wines, for a sip of Pinot Grigio.
Followed by a good family evening. I went to dinner with Astrid, her fiancé, and the two grand-babies.
The littlest baby just darts and runs everywhere on his tip-toes. And, always with a big GRIN on his face. A smile which squishes the cheeks into joyful plumps…. and brings joy to those who watch it.
Fin copies everything. Every hand motion, step, intonation (as words are still challenging), dance. He is acutely observant and a participant to what he sees. He says "BAH LOOOON" perfectly (balloon)
I did manage to empty out my current bedroom space, to make way for new wooden floors in Carlyle's home. It will be such a fine change, as the multitudes of puppies have wrecked havoc on what was once carpeting. It is just nasty yuck stuff now. But 'away it goes' today. Yeah.
I went shopping yesterday for a 'housewarming' gift for a 28 year old young man…. whom I have known since he was in kindergarden with my daughter, Carlyle. At first I was in search of a huge metal punch bowl. A HUGE ONE. My husband loved a huge metal punch bowl. It looked cool. It wouldn't break. He could put enough of his 'killer punch' ingredients inside to last an evening….. so, it was low maintenance during critical party time. But, I didn't find any. Not even UNCOOL punch bowls. So, it was not to be.
I thought to buy an Armatele metal serving platter…. but was inspired by another idea when I unexpectedly discovered it on the store shelves. Everyone needs a tray. As silly and unexciting as that may be: everyone can use a tray. It can be decorative and functional. So, I found this lacquered tray with a beautiful painting of fish shining through the clear coating. It is masculine enough. It is a beautifully crafted piece, making it special. I wanted something special. I wanted something that he might not think to buy for himself, exactly. After all, I am his "AJ"- Aunt Judy. He deserves something special.
Saw two dull normal movies for a perfectly dull normal Sunday : "Switch" with Jennifer Anniston… and "Cowboys & Angels"… a romantic drivel with pretty looking unknown actors. Dull normal to perfection.
I am looking for an air scrubber today. Wish me luck
smiles
Judy
It is still a brisk Sarasota morning. Only a wimpy Floridian would consider this 'brisk'. Perhaps, FRESH is a better word. Fresca, indeed.
I spent a very quiet week-end as to be almost uneventful. I either go full out, or not at all. I like it all. The older I get the more I am preferring the 'not at all'.
I went to the Farmer's Market in downtown Sarasota in the morning with Astrid, Pip and Fin along with my MIN-PIN "Curry". The dogs gets to mingle with lots of dogs, which means that he gets to smell lots of dogs. He gets to pee on all the bushes in the medians.
It was so darling: Pip wanted to walk Curry on the leash. Pip and Curry are about the same size: not weight. Curry is only 6 lbs., but he was pulling Pip along. Pip was so patient with Curry and so attentive. When Curry was shaking, Pip would snuggle him in his arms. It was all so sweet. Pip was even great with his baby brother, which is always a gift…. to be reinforced. When I said to Pip, "Thank you for being so good with Curry", his wee voice said "Your welcome". Actually, it sounds like "Your TELcome". For Pip, almost every word starts with a "T". I went 'Tishing". Or "I like Tocholate".
I just love four year olds. Fin, of course was a happy camper, snacking of bits of empanadas. That was a cultural culinary first for Astrid: a bit of South America tempting her palate. We ate in front of the musician who asked Astrid to get her stroller out from in front of him. He was right, of course- but when one is chasing after an 18 month old…… one leaves the stroller behind. A bit of chaos among the bounty of a simple morning at the outdoor market. Good family morning.
Then… good family afternoon. I met Astrid at Siesta Wines, for a sip of Pinot Grigio.
Followed by a good family evening. I went to dinner with Astrid, her fiancé, and the two grand-babies.
The littlest baby just darts and runs everywhere on his tip-toes. And, always with a big GRIN on his face. A smile which squishes the cheeks into joyful plumps…. and brings joy to those who watch it.
Fin copies everything. Every hand motion, step, intonation (as words are still challenging), dance. He is acutely observant and a participant to what he sees. He says "BAH LOOOON" perfectly (balloon)
I did manage to empty out my current bedroom space, to make way for new wooden floors in Carlyle's home. It will be such a fine change, as the multitudes of puppies have wrecked havoc on what was once carpeting. It is just nasty yuck stuff now. But 'away it goes' today. Yeah.
I went shopping yesterday for a 'housewarming' gift for a 28 year old young man…. whom I have known since he was in kindergarden with my daughter, Carlyle. At first I was in search of a huge metal punch bowl. A HUGE ONE. My husband loved a huge metal punch bowl. It looked cool. It wouldn't break. He could put enough of his 'killer punch' ingredients inside to last an evening….. so, it was low maintenance during critical party time. But, I didn't find any. Not even UNCOOL punch bowls. So, it was not to be.
I thought to buy an Armatele metal serving platter…. but was inspired by another idea when I unexpectedly discovered it on the store shelves. Everyone needs a tray. As silly and unexciting as that may be: everyone can use a tray. It can be decorative and functional. So, I found this lacquered tray with a beautiful painting of fish shining through the clear coating. It is masculine enough. It is a beautifully crafted piece, making it special. I wanted something special. I wanted something that he might not think to buy for himself, exactly. After all, I am his "AJ"- Aunt Judy. He deserves something special.
Saw two dull normal movies for a perfectly dull normal Sunday : "Switch" with Jennifer Anniston… and "Cowboys & Angels"… a romantic drivel with pretty looking unknown actors. Dull normal to perfection.
I am looking for an air scrubber today. Wish me luck
smiles
Judy
Sunday, January 19, 2014
One giant leap for the concept of 'family'. One small step for my son.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
I am so off-kilter….. as a displaced person. It takes work for me to be organized. But, and this is the BIG BUT: I can be organized. As a woman without a home, it takes an inordinate amount of focus for this woman with a short attention span!
While Georgie was here, we went to see his Grandfather "pop". My dad. He wasn't interested in the least bit, as Pop has rarely been an interested nor attentive Grandfather. In fact, Georgie never even got a birthday card, a birthday phone call- niente from Pop, and so Pop has not earned Georgie's love, loyalty or respect. He also knows how mean spirited my father has been to me throughout the decades. That being said, when I explained to him that "It would be nice for me, as it would make my visit with Pop more pleasurable to have you along". But, more important was this fact: "I would like for you to see WHERE Pop is living and what it is like to visit him…. so that you can visualize what I am talking about when I talk about visiting Pop". It makes the sharing more meaningful.
Immediately Georgie understood and said "Thanks Mom for explaining why it was important to you that I visit Pop. I didn't get it before".
One giant leap for the concept of "family". One small step for "Georgie".
My father perked up with Georgie, as he had been with Joanne had visited. Perhaps it is 'wanting to be charming'. My father was brought up to be charming, polite and a gentleman. He knows how to do those things. My dad asked Georgie about his work, his TATOOs…. making some funny comments along the way, and about Georgie's relationship. My dad was even politically correct and sensitive in talking about those things which are strange for a man raised in the 1920's! It took 20 minutes of astute conversation before Pop began to repeat himself. Until then, one might have thought he was in the memory wing incorrectly.
Since Georgie's departure for the northeast: I have finished hanging up the remaining clothes. They are now hanging in the garage (as opposed to being stuffed into garbage bags indiscriminately) to "AIR OUT" those clothes that had not been through the WASHER, so to speak.
I have learned that I should have the use of an AIR SCRUBBER and NEGATIVE AIR MACHINE to help the 'cleaning' process along. Little by little: I am learning about remediation. YIKES. As I have mentioned before: we don't always get to choose the curriculum in life. The only question is wether 'renting' the equipment is preferable to buying it.
My daughter is having her nasty 'ole carpets removed tomorrow and replaced with bamboo. Guess what that implication is? I am being displaced from my 'safe house'. I must pack up in order to empty the room…. so that the new floors may be installed. I am moving again. Probably to Astrid and the grand babies. That will be an incentive to finish the house as I am exhausted about a couple of hours with the non-stop grandkidlets.
The finish line is within sight…. but, it is still on the horizon.
Happy Sunday from a sunny , yet BRISK morning
Judy
I am so off-kilter….. as a displaced person. It takes work for me to be organized. But, and this is the BIG BUT: I can be organized. As a woman without a home, it takes an inordinate amount of focus for this woman with a short attention span!
While Georgie was here, we went to see his Grandfather "pop". My dad. He wasn't interested in the least bit, as Pop has rarely been an interested nor attentive Grandfather. In fact, Georgie never even got a birthday card, a birthday phone call- niente from Pop, and so Pop has not earned Georgie's love, loyalty or respect. He also knows how mean spirited my father has been to me throughout the decades. That being said, when I explained to him that "It would be nice for me, as it would make my visit with Pop more pleasurable to have you along". But, more important was this fact: "I would like for you to see WHERE Pop is living and what it is like to visit him…. so that you can visualize what I am talking about when I talk about visiting Pop". It makes the sharing more meaningful.
Immediately Georgie understood and said "Thanks Mom for explaining why it was important to you that I visit Pop. I didn't get it before".
One giant leap for the concept of "family". One small step for "Georgie".
My father perked up with Georgie, as he had been with Joanne had visited. Perhaps it is 'wanting to be charming'. My father was brought up to be charming, polite and a gentleman. He knows how to do those things. My dad asked Georgie about his work, his TATOOs…. making some funny comments along the way, and about Georgie's relationship. My dad was even politically correct and sensitive in talking about those things which are strange for a man raised in the 1920's! It took 20 minutes of astute conversation before Pop began to repeat himself. Until then, one might have thought he was in the memory wing incorrectly.
Since Georgie's departure for the northeast: I have finished hanging up the remaining clothes. They are now hanging in the garage (as opposed to being stuffed into garbage bags indiscriminately) to "AIR OUT" those clothes that had not been through the WASHER, so to speak.
I have learned that I should have the use of an AIR SCRUBBER and NEGATIVE AIR MACHINE to help the 'cleaning' process along. Little by little: I am learning about remediation. YIKES. As I have mentioned before: we don't always get to choose the curriculum in life. The only question is wether 'renting' the equipment is preferable to buying it.
My daughter is having her nasty 'ole carpets removed tomorrow and replaced with bamboo. Guess what that implication is? I am being displaced from my 'safe house'. I must pack up in order to empty the room…. so that the new floors may be installed. I am moving again. Probably to Astrid and the grand babies. That will be an incentive to finish the house as I am exhausted about a couple of hours with the non-stop grandkidlets.
The finish line is within sight…. but, it is still on the horizon.
Happy Sunday from a sunny , yet BRISK morning
Judy
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Farewell Palm Fronds and Georgie
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Georgie departs today. It has been an interesting 10 days. I love having him close by. I enjoy him.
Ever since his Daddy died, George's coping mechanism has been to withdraw. I am all to familiar with that tack. Consequently, I always allowed Georgie his 'coping' mechanism: never aiming to change it- being accepting. That coping skill is proving to be challenging as he forges a partnership with someone who is uncomfortable with 'withdrawal' as a life-skill. In talking with my son, he is rediscovering a potent resource for him in his Mom. I am able to listen, straight talk… with the clear understanding that my only intention is for my son's well being. I am an 'every-mom': wanting to know that there is a someone who loves and cares for each of her children…. and so, I welcome a partnership: as long as it works for each in that partnership- which simply put: that each feels better as a result of being in the relationship.
All palm fronds are tied up with ribbons and await waste management. That was a big deal, to which my respect for that kind of work is raised immensely. The Oriental carpets were sprayed with anti mold juices to penetrate them…. then put out to AIR dry outside today…. as the cool breezes brought new life into my carpets. I opened all the windows in my house, and allowed the cool, brisk, breezes dance over the naked inside… breathing some LIFE, not stale air into the atmosphere! There are lots of windows, so there were cool natural breezes blowing through the space.
I hung up some clothes which had been relegated to the garage four months ago to forego any potential mildew…. these are pieces which could NOT go into the washer/dryer, like my shoes, purses and antique dolls! My logic is not always logical. These are my 'special' good clothes: St. John knits, and chic chic formal wear designed by Georgie. That is more dear to me than even my wedding dress, which now hangs in my daughter's office closet, where it was requested to live. That makes me smile, as I discover those details of which she is sentimental. Little by little, and always surprised in uncovering those things which are important to her. George has always been an open book as to what he values in terms of 'family' items. Not so with Carlyle. It is a slow unveiling of her evolving tastes.
There was a small gathering at the Hillview Grill with grown-ups who have seen Georgie grow up over the years. All adults whose kids were his friends. It was nice, as these folks have served in a distant way…. as surrogate parents from time to time, evening to evening during puberty and adolescence.
It takes a village, and some in that village shared 'happy hour' with us.
Thanks for visiting. Encourage your friends and family to stop by.
Warmth and smiles,
Judy
Georgie departs today. It has been an interesting 10 days. I love having him close by. I enjoy him.
Ever since his Daddy died, George's coping mechanism has been to withdraw. I am all to familiar with that tack. Consequently, I always allowed Georgie his 'coping' mechanism: never aiming to change it- being accepting. That coping skill is proving to be challenging as he forges a partnership with someone who is uncomfortable with 'withdrawal' as a life-skill. In talking with my son, he is rediscovering a potent resource for him in his Mom. I am able to listen, straight talk… with the clear understanding that my only intention is for my son's well being. I am an 'every-mom': wanting to know that there is a someone who loves and cares for each of her children…. and so, I welcome a partnership: as long as it works for each in that partnership- which simply put: that each feels better as a result of being in the relationship.
All palm fronds are tied up with ribbons and await waste management. That was a big deal, to which my respect for that kind of work is raised immensely. The Oriental carpets were sprayed with anti mold juices to penetrate them…. then put out to AIR dry outside today…. as the cool breezes brought new life into my carpets. I opened all the windows in my house, and allowed the cool, brisk, breezes dance over the naked inside… breathing some LIFE, not stale air into the atmosphere! There are lots of windows, so there were cool natural breezes blowing through the space.
I hung up some clothes which had been relegated to the garage four months ago to forego any potential mildew…. these are pieces which could NOT go into the washer/dryer, like my shoes, purses and antique dolls! My logic is not always logical. These are my 'special' good clothes: St. John knits, and chic chic formal wear designed by Georgie. That is more dear to me than even my wedding dress, which now hangs in my daughter's office closet, where it was requested to live. That makes me smile, as I discover those details of which she is sentimental. Little by little, and always surprised in uncovering those things which are important to her. George has always been an open book as to what he values in terms of 'family' items. Not so with Carlyle. It is a slow unveiling of her evolving tastes.
There was a small gathering at the Hillview Grill with grown-ups who have seen Georgie grow up over the years. All adults whose kids were his friends. It was nice, as these folks have served in a distant way…. as surrogate parents from time to time, evening to evening during puberty and adolescence.
It takes a village, and some in that village shared 'happy hour' with us.
Thanks for visiting. Encourage your friends and family to stop by.
Warmth and smiles,
Judy
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
1-14-14
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
01-14-14 Today's date in USA
14-01-14 Today's date in Europe
Those numbers are cool. I like it.
Awoke 4am this morning, to a house filled with young folks enjoying life. Enjoying life before parenting, when one can sleep the entire next day to recoup from the night prior. They didn't wake me up. I naturally awakened, to a lighted house. I am amazed at the ability and desire to live one's life voluntarily at night-time. I show my 'saging' process (professes my college roomie, over the expression of 'aging' process) by observing the challenge of staying up all night. Young folks never mention it, as an amazing feat.
The first part of our week was met with a wonderful surprise visit of George's dear partner for a visit to see where George grew up. I think it is important to be able to visualize and meet and see and touch and feel the history of a special friend, partner or parent. I met my husband George's grandma Grace before she died. I knew she knew that I was special to him and that made me feel warm inside. It is like completing a circle or closing a clasp on a bracelet. I also loved meeting Grandma Grace- who didn't speak: because I could recognize her in photos. I had MET her and known her, if only for a few minutes. I felt included. I felt like part of the family. She was familiar to me- not just a family story.
What impressed me most was looking at Grandpa George (George III) while he adoringly looked at his Grace. The love that flowed after a lifetime, was palpable and inspiring.
I am a hands-on kinda gal. I am a 'toucher'. I want to FEEL And be touched and felt too.
Had dinner at Astrid's house. George was describing Astrid's cuisine as always having a touch of German in it. We ate Spaghetti Bolognese, spruced up with some Chipotle sauce! I am a concoctor.. and believe that this cooking trait was learned by watching me concoct. I never buy ONE kind of 'home made soup' at the grocers…. I always mix at least two together. Well: Voila….. German spaghetti bolognese alla chipotle! One night many years ago a friend brought over CHILI he had made and was quite proud of, after 3 days of simmering in the pot. There was not enough chili for everyone, and Astrid asked him "should I put noodles inside"? He thought she was speaking of spaghetti noodles which can be added to chili. So, he said "YES". She dumped Chinese Glass noodles inside…… it felt like rubber cement mixed with chili. Well: enough said about being resourceful in the kitchen. Needless to say- she will never live down her glass noodle chili.
The remaining palm fronds were tied up with rope, boxes sent to Simon's Rock College to supplement their costume department, the 3 yard dumpster was removed……and the work is still NOT done in the clean up department. More HEPA vacuuming with suction that would rival a wind tunnel in strength.
Walked the Marina Jacks bay front and saw the first installations of Season of Sculpture. More will arrive, but it is such a gift to our town…. even before it is finished. You walk along the bay front, with a bit of a beach. So, you can hear the water lap….. you can smell the sea, and your eyes feast on original outdoor art. It fills the senses and makes me proud to be a Sarasotan. We are indeed a fortunate group of seekers.
Happy Tuesday, with smiles and warmth
Judy
And, as always- thanks for visiting
01-14-14 Today's date in USA
14-01-14 Today's date in Europe
Those numbers are cool. I like it.
Awoke 4am this morning, to a house filled with young folks enjoying life. Enjoying life before parenting, when one can sleep the entire next day to recoup from the night prior. They didn't wake me up. I naturally awakened, to a lighted house. I am amazed at the ability and desire to live one's life voluntarily at night-time. I show my 'saging' process (professes my college roomie, over the expression of 'aging' process) by observing the challenge of staying up all night. Young folks never mention it, as an amazing feat.
The first part of our week was met with a wonderful surprise visit of George's dear partner for a visit to see where George grew up. I think it is important to be able to visualize and meet and see and touch and feel the history of a special friend, partner or parent. I met my husband George's grandma Grace before she died. I knew she knew that I was special to him and that made me feel warm inside. It is like completing a circle or closing a clasp on a bracelet. I also loved meeting Grandma Grace- who didn't speak: because I could recognize her in photos. I had MET her and known her, if only for a few minutes. I felt included. I felt like part of the family. She was familiar to me- not just a family story.
What impressed me most was looking at Grandpa George (George III) while he adoringly looked at his Grace. The love that flowed after a lifetime, was palpable and inspiring.
I am a hands-on kinda gal. I am a 'toucher'. I want to FEEL And be touched and felt too.
Had dinner at Astrid's house. George was describing Astrid's cuisine as always having a touch of German in it. We ate Spaghetti Bolognese, spruced up with some Chipotle sauce! I am a concoctor.. and believe that this cooking trait was learned by watching me concoct. I never buy ONE kind of 'home made soup' at the grocers…. I always mix at least two together. Well: Voila….. German spaghetti bolognese alla chipotle! One night many years ago a friend brought over CHILI he had made and was quite proud of, after 3 days of simmering in the pot. There was not enough chili for everyone, and Astrid asked him "should I put noodles inside"? He thought she was speaking of spaghetti noodles which can be added to chili. So, he said "YES". She dumped Chinese Glass noodles inside…… it felt like rubber cement mixed with chili. Well: enough said about being resourceful in the kitchen. Needless to say- she will never live down her glass noodle chili.
The remaining palm fronds were tied up with rope, boxes sent to Simon's Rock College to supplement their costume department, the 3 yard dumpster was removed……and the work is still NOT done in the clean up department. More HEPA vacuuming with suction that would rival a wind tunnel in strength.
Walked the Marina Jacks bay front and saw the first installations of Season of Sculpture. More will arrive, but it is such a gift to our town…. even before it is finished. You walk along the bay front, with a bit of a beach. So, you can hear the water lap….. you can smell the sea, and your eyes feast on original outdoor art. It fills the senses and makes me proud to be a Sarasotan. We are indeed a fortunate group of seekers.
Happy Tuesday, with smiles and warmth
Judy
And, as always- thanks for visiting
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Palm Frond Archery and moving forward
Thursday, January 9th, 2014
After ripping off the wallpaper with the HEPA VAC, Georgie took the day off from the house and concentrated on creating a beautiful brochure for our guests who visit us on Lake Como. Georgie has not yet seen this particular home on the Lake, having just moved in last spring. Yet: he was perusing the few hundred photos I have taken and his eye is captivated by what the photo says about this new home- from a stranger's viewpoint…… which is the eye of one of our guests who has yet to visit us in Menaggio.
Today, Georgie and I put palm fronds in the 3 yard dumpster and ran out of room in the already filled garbage dump. I am so sore from picking up wet fronds and hailing them through the sky like an arrow, to land on the top of the dumpster. ( Which, by the way is doing a lot of PALM FROND THROWING…. as it is at least 4 feet taller than I am!
Then, because some of the rooms have been HEPA VACuumed and sealed off: Georgie and I could move the clothes from the garage back inside the house. I got rid of lots of clothes already, but still have FAR TOO MANY! Far fewer than before, and far more than I need or want.
I am taking a bunch to Italy: replacing my clothing stash from the past 17 years… with some fresher ones. That will be one way to cull my herd of hats, socks, slacks, sweaters, etc…
That was a big step in moving back inside. The clothes did not go into my closest. I will be selective on what will make it back inside the inner sanctum. I have prepared lots of boxes of clothes I will give to Georgie. Some for his private collection. Some for him to sell if he wants. Some for donation to the theater department at Simon's Rock College. Georgie is in charge of the costuming at Simon's Rock and teaching costuming there. They are always looking to increase their warehouse of potential costumes in all kinds of sizes, reflecting all decades, and representing all kinds of styles.
Without reams of clothes hanging throughout the garage: now the rest of the items are accessible. It will be fun to move back in- and have it look very different. The ducts must be cleaned and are scheduled for the end of January. Then, I can move. I will move before all the painting is finished or before some of the floors are put down in a couple of bedrooms and the living room. I am getting closer to making a decision about what kind of floors I will want and am glad I have waited as the evolution of decision making takes time.
Little steps all in the right direction
Smiles
Judy
After ripping off the wallpaper with the HEPA VAC, Georgie took the day off from the house and concentrated on creating a beautiful brochure for our guests who visit us on Lake Como. Georgie has not yet seen this particular home on the Lake, having just moved in last spring. Yet: he was perusing the few hundred photos I have taken and his eye is captivated by what the photo says about this new home- from a stranger's viewpoint…… which is the eye of one of our guests who has yet to visit us in Menaggio.
Today, Georgie and I put palm fronds in the 3 yard dumpster and ran out of room in the already filled garbage dump. I am so sore from picking up wet fronds and hailing them through the sky like an arrow, to land on the top of the dumpster. ( Which, by the way is doing a lot of PALM FROND THROWING…. as it is at least 4 feet taller than I am!
Then, because some of the rooms have been HEPA VACuumed and sealed off: Georgie and I could move the clothes from the garage back inside the house. I got rid of lots of clothes already, but still have FAR TOO MANY! Far fewer than before, and far more than I need or want.
I am taking a bunch to Italy: replacing my clothing stash from the past 17 years… with some fresher ones. That will be one way to cull my herd of hats, socks, slacks, sweaters, etc…
That was a big step in moving back inside. The clothes did not go into my closest. I will be selective on what will make it back inside the inner sanctum. I have prepared lots of boxes of clothes I will give to Georgie. Some for his private collection. Some for him to sell if he wants. Some for donation to the theater department at Simon's Rock College. Georgie is in charge of the costuming at Simon's Rock and teaching costuming there. They are always looking to increase their warehouse of potential costumes in all kinds of sizes, reflecting all decades, and representing all kinds of styles.
Without reams of clothes hanging throughout the garage: now the rest of the items are accessible. It will be fun to move back in- and have it look very different. The ducts must be cleaned and are scheduled for the end of January. Then, I can move. I will move before all the painting is finished or before some of the floors are put down in a couple of bedrooms and the living room. I am getting closer to making a decision about what kind of floors I will want and am glad I have waited as the evolution of decision making takes time.
Little steps all in the right direction
Smiles
Judy
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
All my kidlets under the same roof at the same time. How Glorious & Joyful!
Tuesday, January 7th, 2014
My son arrived into town last evening. I am my own worst travel agent. It is the same old story of the shoemaker's kids walking around with holes on the bottoms of their shoes. Georgie didn't have to do that exactly, and….. he arrived where he was supposed to, WHEN he was supposed to. In the important regards: it was a perfect trip. Until he arrived in Sarasota…. and his ride, which was MOM- or me, wasn't there to pick him up.
I am such a dork. I thought he was coming in around 9pm. I hadn't checked the schedule, but in my memory bank of having made the reservation a couple of months ago; that was my vague impression.
When I looked at the itinerary, it read 10:52pm. I saw it in my head as 11pm. But… I never wrote the arrival time down. So, as the day wore on….. I was visualizing his arriving at 11:52pm.
His plane actually arrived at 11:13pm, while I was checking the computer and realized how off-kilter I was. I guess I am everyone else's worst TAXI. This summer, I arrived a day EARLY at the airport and waited for 3 hours until I realized I must have made a mistake.
As I said, "I am such a dork" sometimes. Sometimes, even oftentimes.
It is so good for me to be surrounded by my babies. I feel calmer. More complete and at peace. It feels right. Doing nothing together. Or just me watching them together…. laughing, chatting, teasing…. that easy banter of siblings who have shared a spirited childhood together.
Began the day with Astrid arriving with FIN. Georgie had never met Fin, so it was lovely to see the two discover each other. At 1 1/2 years old- Fin is into everything; with fervor, gusto, a giggle and focus. Your eyes must be on him 100% of the time, as he is a climber and fearless.
Continued our visit back at Astrid's with "BIG KAHUNA" subs from Jersey Mike's. It is such an all American sandwich with lots of cheeses, meats, onions, goo, sauce, and more goo. Pip joined his Uncle George who is also Pip's God-daddy.
A morning surrounded by all my kidlets… as a Grandy, Mommie and Mamina.
Georgie and I went to the house. I had tried the HEPA vacuum… and found the SUCTION on that sucker wicked strong. When I put the end of the vacuum on the wall….it stuck to the wall like a mighty magnet. Moving the vacuum on the wall was NOT easy…. , but I am weak.
Georgie turned on the vacuum and put it on the wall. I asked "Do you think that the suction feels strong"? He responded quickly with "No". So, I thought, AGAIN… that I am a gal of wimpy wrists.
No biggy.
Then, Georgie goes into Astrid's old bathroom. It is important that as each area of the house if vacuumed, it is then sealed off. …. The bathroom is Astrid's old room is stunning: HAND PRINTED in matte black with raspberry colored flowers and verdant green leaves. It felt different than other wall-papers. Thicker. You could feel the ink as it was printed. It seemed more fluid, somehow. It was like wallpapers centuries ago. But, crisper! At any rate: Georgie puts the HEPA vacuum on the wall and starts vacuuming horizontally. It doesn't move quickly across the wall, and as George passes the seam in the paper…. the SUCTION just sucked that beautiful wallpaper off that wall!
My motto has been: what survives the cleaning process….. might remain. What doesn't: bites the dust! It is an easy bar. However, I did say to Georgie "That was a cheeky way out of having to VACUUM the bathroom walls"! The wallpaper just peeled off, as sunburnt skin peels off in sheets. It was kind of satisfying…. a true purging.
Went to the local wine tasting shop, which is my 'bar' of choice if I need somewhere to relax. Maureen is the proprietrix, and she is a sweet person and easy to talk to. I took Georgie, so he could see where this old flatulator hangs. Then…. my Scottish/American friends arrived for a glass. Carlyle rescued her brother and kidnapped him to try "SUB-ZERO": a new concept in ice-cream. (Starts out with liquid and they whip it in front of the customer with liquid nitrogen…. and voila- ice cream from liquid)
Joined the kidlets at George's oldest and best friend's new home for a visit. They looked at boxes of old photos together and told stories. I was adore the warmth and affection that is among these friends: their history is a powerful and important thing.
Went home to Carlyle's…. she made dinner for us. We relaxed, chowed down and watched the first two episodes of "Happy Endings". The jury of Judy is still out on an opinion about that one.
Happy Wednesday…… and thanks for visiting
smiles, as ever
Judy
My son arrived into town last evening. I am my own worst travel agent. It is the same old story of the shoemaker's kids walking around with holes on the bottoms of their shoes. Georgie didn't have to do that exactly, and….. he arrived where he was supposed to, WHEN he was supposed to. In the important regards: it was a perfect trip. Until he arrived in Sarasota…. and his ride, which was MOM- or me, wasn't there to pick him up.
I am such a dork. I thought he was coming in around 9pm. I hadn't checked the schedule, but in my memory bank of having made the reservation a couple of months ago; that was my vague impression.
When I looked at the itinerary, it read 10:52pm. I saw it in my head as 11pm. But… I never wrote the arrival time down. So, as the day wore on….. I was visualizing his arriving at 11:52pm.
His plane actually arrived at 11:13pm, while I was checking the computer and realized how off-kilter I was. I guess I am everyone else's worst TAXI. This summer, I arrived a day EARLY at the airport and waited for 3 hours until I realized I must have made a mistake.
As I said, "I am such a dork" sometimes. Sometimes, even oftentimes.
It is so good for me to be surrounded by my babies. I feel calmer. More complete and at peace. It feels right. Doing nothing together. Or just me watching them together…. laughing, chatting, teasing…. that easy banter of siblings who have shared a spirited childhood together.
Began the day with Astrid arriving with FIN. Georgie had never met Fin, so it was lovely to see the two discover each other. At 1 1/2 years old- Fin is into everything; with fervor, gusto, a giggle and focus. Your eyes must be on him 100% of the time, as he is a climber and fearless.
Continued our visit back at Astrid's with "BIG KAHUNA" subs from Jersey Mike's. It is such an all American sandwich with lots of cheeses, meats, onions, goo, sauce, and more goo. Pip joined his Uncle George who is also Pip's God-daddy.
A morning surrounded by all my kidlets… as a Grandy, Mommie and Mamina.
Georgie and I went to the house. I had tried the HEPA vacuum… and found the SUCTION on that sucker wicked strong. When I put the end of the vacuum on the wall….it stuck to the wall like a mighty magnet. Moving the vacuum on the wall was NOT easy…. , but I am weak.
Georgie turned on the vacuum and put it on the wall. I asked "Do you think that the suction feels strong"? He responded quickly with "No". So, I thought, AGAIN… that I am a gal of wimpy wrists.
No biggy.
Then, Georgie goes into Astrid's old bathroom. It is important that as each area of the house if vacuumed, it is then sealed off. …. The bathroom is Astrid's old room is stunning: HAND PRINTED in matte black with raspberry colored flowers and verdant green leaves. It felt different than other wall-papers. Thicker. You could feel the ink as it was printed. It seemed more fluid, somehow. It was like wallpapers centuries ago. But, crisper! At any rate: Georgie puts the HEPA vacuum on the wall and starts vacuuming horizontally. It doesn't move quickly across the wall, and as George passes the seam in the paper…. the SUCTION just sucked that beautiful wallpaper off that wall!
My motto has been: what survives the cleaning process….. might remain. What doesn't: bites the dust! It is an easy bar. However, I did say to Georgie "That was a cheeky way out of having to VACUUM the bathroom walls"! The wallpaper just peeled off, as sunburnt skin peels off in sheets. It was kind of satisfying…. a true purging.
Went to the local wine tasting shop, which is my 'bar' of choice if I need somewhere to relax. Maureen is the proprietrix, and she is a sweet person and easy to talk to. I took Georgie, so he could see where this old flatulator hangs. Then…. my Scottish/American friends arrived for a glass. Carlyle rescued her brother and kidnapped him to try "SUB-ZERO": a new concept in ice-cream. (Starts out with liquid and they whip it in front of the customer with liquid nitrogen…. and voila- ice cream from liquid)
Joined the kidlets at George's oldest and best friend's new home for a visit. They looked at boxes of old photos together and told stories. I was adore the warmth and affection that is among these friends: their history is a powerful and important thing.
Went home to Carlyle's…. she made dinner for us. We relaxed, chowed down and watched the first two episodes of "Happy Endings". The jury of Judy is still out on an opinion about that one.
Happy Wednesday…… and thanks for visiting
smiles, as ever
Judy
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Starting the new year as a human slug
Sunday.... January 5, 2014
I had a perfectly glorious day of rest yesterday. I got ahead of myself... and didn't wait till Sunday to rest.
I watched T.V., ate Vietnamese Lemongrass Chicken and slept. Then repeated the routine. All morning. All day. All night.
The best part of being a SLUG with electronics was watching the first 3 episodes of DOWNTON ABBEY- season 4, which was downloaded from the internet. How I love that show. Maggie Smith, is as always- brilliant in it.
I am stuck. I don't know which way to turn. And, it is making me feel most unsettled. So, I am displaced and unsettled and it is not feeling good. Perhaps more distractions are needed for a solution to pop into my head as a brilliant inspiration.
My son arrives tomorrow for ten days: perhaps then.... I will find my way.
I look outside the window and the trees are DARK with the dark blue sky turning lighter by the minute as a backdrop to the leaves. I love the contrast.
Christmas boxes packed and taped and ready to await the next holiday season. A new cycle begins.
Happy Sunday to all of you in BLOGLAND. I appreciate your visiting.
as always, with a big grin....
judy
I had a perfectly glorious day of rest yesterday. I got ahead of myself... and didn't wait till Sunday to rest.
I watched T.V., ate Vietnamese Lemongrass Chicken and slept. Then repeated the routine. All morning. All day. All night.
The best part of being a SLUG with electronics was watching the first 3 episodes of DOWNTON ABBEY- season 4, which was downloaded from the internet. How I love that show. Maggie Smith, is as always- brilliant in it.
I am stuck. I don't know which way to turn. And, it is making me feel most unsettled. So, I am displaced and unsettled and it is not feeling good. Perhaps more distractions are needed for a solution to pop into my head as a brilliant inspiration.
My son arrives tomorrow for ten days: perhaps then.... I will find my way.
I look outside the window and the trees are DARK with the dark blue sky turning lighter by the minute as a backdrop to the leaves. I love the contrast.
Christmas boxes packed and taped and ready to await the next holiday season. A new cycle begins.
Happy Sunday to all of you in BLOGLAND. I appreciate your visiting.
as always, with a big grin....
judy
Saturday, January 4, 2014
My 'top shelf' fails me and my 'white collar' addition plagues me.
Saturday, January 4th 2014
Good morning with brisk jump in the air.
I have had a wonderfully and intentionally slow beginning to the new year. Fearful that I was coming down with a cold from my grandbaby FIN....I spend the entire Thursday in bed, trying to stay ahead of the sick curve. I am now officially addicted to White Collar and have been watching it non-stop since the first episode viewed just few days ago. I am on season two. The characters are articulate, nice, quirky and the story lines are always original. Diahnne Carroll stars in it. She is still a stunner!
I understand that Downton Abbey previewed this season- last evening. I am anxious to see this season, as that is truly my favorite all time series/ television show. Perhaps I can get Casey to stream it from the computer. Hmm, what a concept!
Having dropped my cell phone on my friend's yard New Year's Day: my life under the covers and watching WHITE COLLAR were not interrupted by any beeps, tings, or rings on my phone alerting me to a message, email or telephone call. It was nice to be unreachable. Like a little bubble of quiet.
I did however, go yesterday to retrieve my phone from my friend's home. I always always always put my phone, my keys, my cash, my camera: in my bra. Yep! right up there on my 'top shelf'. And, my sturdy brassiere failed me, allowing the phone to slip on by. I have a very funny story about cash slipping through my bra, which I will relate to you in the near future... look for it. You will giggle.
I went to get my phone back and ended up visiting with my dear friend Me.Me. for hours. Easy. Long overdue chat on her overstuffed comfy leather sofa.... eating leftover January first food. Yum home made pecan pie with vanilla ice cream, some sprinkle cookies, and potato chips followed by San Pellagrino Lemonata. A touch of Italy with sweet southern decadence.
Last evening a group of gals celebrated another girlfriend's birthday. Happy Hour drinks and appetizers at the old Sarasota establishment "The Hillview Grill". Great sliders! It is amazing that two SMALL pieces of a thing: seems daintier than one LARGE piece of a thing? It is an appetizing illusion. These are gals from our Out of Door days as parents. It was wonderful how our children's school became the focal of our social life and friends, too. That was an unexpected gift.
Haven't a clue on what is on my 'to do' list today. Half of my house has been HEPA vac. Getting closer to returning. To nesting in a different manner.... and to keep in search of my next season's home.
Happy Saturday. Have it be filled with warm smiles and a big hug.
Judy
Good morning with brisk jump in the air.
I have had a wonderfully and intentionally slow beginning to the new year. Fearful that I was coming down with a cold from my grandbaby FIN....I spend the entire Thursday in bed, trying to stay ahead of the sick curve. I am now officially addicted to White Collar and have been watching it non-stop since the first episode viewed just few days ago. I am on season two. The characters are articulate, nice, quirky and the story lines are always original. Diahnne Carroll stars in it. She is still a stunner!
I understand that Downton Abbey previewed this season- last evening. I am anxious to see this season, as that is truly my favorite all time series/ television show. Perhaps I can get Casey to stream it from the computer. Hmm, what a concept!
Having dropped my cell phone on my friend's yard New Year's Day: my life under the covers and watching WHITE COLLAR were not interrupted by any beeps, tings, or rings on my phone alerting me to a message, email or telephone call. It was nice to be unreachable. Like a little bubble of quiet.
I did however, go yesterday to retrieve my phone from my friend's home. I always always always put my phone, my keys, my cash, my camera: in my bra. Yep! right up there on my 'top shelf'. And, my sturdy brassiere failed me, allowing the phone to slip on by. I have a very funny story about cash slipping through my bra, which I will relate to you in the near future... look for it. You will giggle.
I went to get my phone back and ended up visiting with my dear friend Me.Me. for hours. Easy. Long overdue chat on her overstuffed comfy leather sofa.... eating leftover January first food. Yum home made pecan pie with vanilla ice cream, some sprinkle cookies, and potato chips followed by San Pellagrino Lemonata. A touch of Italy with sweet southern decadence.
Last evening a group of gals celebrated another girlfriend's birthday. Happy Hour drinks and appetizers at the old Sarasota establishment "The Hillview Grill". Great sliders! It is amazing that two SMALL pieces of a thing: seems daintier than one LARGE piece of a thing? It is an appetizing illusion. These are gals from our Out of Door days as parents. It was wonderful how our children's school became the focal of our social life and friends, too. That was an unexpected gift.
Haven't a clue on what is on my 'to do' list today. Half of my house has been HEPA vac. Getting closer to returning. To nesting in a different manner.... and to keep in search of my next season's home.
Happy Saturday. Have it be filled with warm smiles and a big hug.
Judy
Thursday, January 2, 2014
The last day of 2013. The first day of 2014. Flannel nightie, friends, food, kissable cheeks and post nasal drip.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
I like the number 2014 better than 2013. I have always liked the numbers # 2 & # 4. It feels calmer to me to be embraced by EVEN rather than ODD numbers.
I awakened with swollen glands and a sore throat: the post nasal drip type of malady. It makes wanting to curl up and sleep a great solution for the day's activity list. I would hope to sleep away the unfriendly little new year germs.... so I can begin the new year with a BOUNCE in my step, rather than a tickle in my throat.
I am writing this blog in a 35 year old flannel red plaid "Lanz of Salzburg" long nightie, with bric-a-brac in the color and yoke. Three decade old flannel is as soft as a baby's butt....in plaid.
I had a grand day for January first. I stopped by three dear friends..... and ate my way through the first day of the new year. And.... did a bit of toasting, too. There is always ONE home, which beckons every first day of the year: Laura & John. Super food. Super super unbelievable tables to feast. It is a bountiful way to any beginning. It is nice to have a tradition.... where the same friends and families gather every year. It is a way to mark the growth of our children, watching them grow from kidlets to young, nice adults. It is a wonderful marker of time.... and of witnessing the progression from one season to the next.
The last stop for January first was the beach house of a new set of friends: Scottish & American. Rugby players with my husband back in Washington DC in the early 70's! Love the circle of life. Again.... it is so refreshing to be in the fold of nice families: who love life .
And, the best news for the first day of the year was that my daughter's dog: SAFARI was found alive and well.... after escaping at midnight from fear of the fireworks. Safari is a Rhodesian Ridgeback and is a sweetie of a humongous dog.
The best part of the last day of the old year: was helping my daughter set out the food and decorations for her new year's fete. Of course- I got to play with my grand boys: Pip and Fin. I just love to give LOVIN to the chubby thighs and kissable cheeks of Fin. Pip is too old at the age of 4, for such silly playfulness. He preferred fishing with a pretend fish in the pool!
We begin vacuuming with the HEPA filter.... again, en route to arriving back at my home on Siesta Key. I am ready!
I am listening to the trees and leaves rustling in the breeze.... with the sun shining. It is a good day to be alive.
Buon anno. Bonne annee. Happy 2014.... let the smiles reign.
Judy
I like the number 2014 better than 2013. I have always liked the numbers # 2 & # 4. It feels calmer to me to be embraced by EVEN rather than ODD numbers.
I awakened with swollen glands and a sore throat: the post nasal drip type of malady. It makes wanting to curl up and sleep a great solution for the day's activity list. I would hope to sleep away the unfriendly little new year germs.... so I can begin the new year with a BOUNCE in my step, rather than a tickle in my throat.
I am writing this blog in a 35 year old flannel red plaid "Lanz of Salzburg" long nightie, with bric-a-brac in the color and yoke. Three decade old flannel is as soft as a baby's butt....in plaid.
I had a grand day for January first. I stopped by three dear friends..... and ate my way through the first day of the new year. And.... did a bit of toasting, too. There is always ONE home, which beckons every first day of the year: Laura & John. Super food. Super super unbelievable tables to feast. It is a bountiful way to any beginning. It is nice to have a tradition.... where the same friends and families gather every year. It is a way to mark the growth of our children, watching them grow from kidlets to young, nice adults. It is a wonderful marker of time.... and of witnessing the progression from one season to the next.
The last stop for January first was the beach house of a new set of friends: Scottish & American. Rugby players with my husband back in Washington DC in the early 70's! Love the circle of life. Again.... it is so refreshing to be in the fold of nice families: who love life .
And, the best news for the first day of the year was that my daughter's dog: SAFARI was found alive and well.... after escaping at midnight from fear of the fireworks. Safari is a Rhodesian Ridgeback and is a sweetie of a humongous dog.
The best part of the last day of the old year: was helping my daughter set out the food and decorations for her new year's fete. Of course- I got to play with my grand boys: Pip and Fin. I just love to give LOVIN to the chubby thighs and kissable cheeks of Fin. Pip is too old at the age of 4, for such silly playfulness. He preferred fishing with a pretend fish in the pool!
We begin vacuuming with the HEPA filter.... again, en route to arriving back at my home on Siesta Key. I am ready!
I am listening to the trees and leaves rustling in the breeze.... with the sun shining. It is a good day to be alive.
Buon anno. Bonne annee. Happy 2014.... let the smiles reign.
Judy
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