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
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
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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