Thursday, October 24, 2013
Joyfully, Judy's visit was ordained by the universe as being the emotional medicine that I needed. I was feeling overwhelmed... with a simple, yet daunting task. I didn't exactly know what it would entail: but, I knew it was a BIGGY. Another time I felt that overwhelmed was when George V had his accident and subsequently died. I knew without knowing WHY: that I was in 'over my head'.
Well, not as bad as that. But- something resembling that. I started the cleanup with a group of helpers.
After a week, I am still 'in the kitchen'.... (I have 90 kitchen doorknobs..... which means I have a lot of flaming storage space and 27 years to have filled it)
First: everything...... EVERYTHING: every hanger, every dish, every towel, shower curtain, etc... must be CLEANED and dry. Then, I am separating them into 3 glorious piles of: what will go back into the house ( which are things NOT important to me.)..... another pile of "give away", and a pile to go into storage for my next home when ever and where ever that may be ( which are ALLL things IMPORTANT, SENTIMENTAL or VALUABLE ). Of course, I have a 30 yard dumpster for all things not making the top 3)
It is another interesting journey I am taking right in my own home. It is a lifetime of memories. After all: I designed every inch of my home and did it so that every inch was used effectively for storage. But, there is NEVER ENOUGH. You fill it to capacity- small or large. I also bought or received as a gift every item in my home. I know each THING intimately: when I adopted it, why it spoke to me..... usually, because it put a 'smile' on my face. I have finally come to realize at almost 63: I don't have to purchase all items which make me GRIN..... it is enough to smile in the shop! This is my purging side finally speaking.
I get to touch, AGAIN everything in my home. Most well used. Some- not much... like a left handed ceramic ladle I bought 30 years ago for my now deceased husband. I don't think he ever used it. So... bye-bye, adios, and ciao to cool and never utilized ladle, among all. For all those sentimental and important items which will go into storage: I am kissing them to sleep. Not a good bye, but a good night. What a delight it will be to see what I considered DEAR TO ME, when I open my boxes. It will be an interesting and sweet process: much like a Christmas, without the tree.
I must say however, that I am physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted. Just SPENT. Much the way I felt both when I moved TWO houses in Great Barrington this past December. Much the way I felt when I moved TWO houses in Menaggio, Italy this past spring. It feels like groundhog day.
I will remove all photos from the home, like in Italy. I am starting to depersonalize it. When I move back inside after the SANITATION cleaning ( my home will NEVEr BE CLEANER!) it will not look exactly like MY HOME. It will have my THINGS... but, it will NOT be MY HOME. I know that I will be surprised at the end on how much I enjoy the SPACE of the home without the plethora of THINGS .... new season, new comfort level, new needs, new eyes. But, and this is an important BUT: I will have already moved out, so the emotional attachment has already been severed to my 40 year old home of mine.
To date: I have emptied out, except ( and this is a BIGGY) the things hanging on the walls.
-90% of clothes. NONE of the shoes, as they need mucho attention and none of the HATS. I am thinking I am too old for my large brimmed hat stage.
I washed my Gucci, Fendi, Isabella Fiori, Moschino handbags in the washer. I put a Sheepskin Vest in the washer. I figure this: it all needs to be cleaned. It is ALREADY LOST. So, if it survives the washing machine or dishwasher.... it lives another day!
-all 4 bathrooms
-family room
-Kitchen
-Dining room
-Some of the 40' of Hallway with bookshelves.
-ALL linens, towels, CLOTHES (90% of them, which means NOT the dressy clothes or St. Johns)
have been removed and are being washed
For the first week, I am impressed. Lots more weeks to go and lots more minutiae.
MY ULTIMATE GOAL: is to pare down to what is most important that will fit on top of the dresser drawer in the nursing home. That will be my world. So, I ask myself- what will those THINGS be?
Astrid comes to help today. It is always more fun with her. Yeah.
smiles,
Judy
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
To Bradenton Beach and Back
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
I am finally feeling like I am back in Sarasota.... NOT IN MY HOME, but in Sarasota. It was April: when I had left. I was gone a long time on the calendar.
I haven't written as I was on a holding pattern. I have felt numb, overwhelmed and somewhat like a leaf blowing in the wind. I am knowing I am not in control of this and it is unsteadying in an uncomfortable way: perhaps because it is my HOME, after all.
But, I am excited too, despite the daunting task ahead of 'cleaning' everything I own. I am excited about touching everything I own.... of purging, of giving things away and of welcoming the next stage of my life, whatever that will look like. It gives me a chance to say 'good bye'... to things coveted and enjoyed. I am pretty sure the universe it telling me that 40 years in one house is just plenty. It is time to create a new stage.
This morning: I will begin. A dumpster will arrive. Astrid will arrive. A contractor will arrive. And Moving PODS will arrive. My home will never be cleaner when we are done. I will store my treasures which I will take with me to my next place where ever that will be and whatever that will look like.
My room mate from college: JUDY was done to visit for a few days. We went to Bradenton Beach and had a great couple of days: talking, eating, drinking, strolling that ohhhh toooo cute ONE street village, and sleeping. NO BEACHING. Judy said she wanted to be on the beach, and we never seemed to take the 100 steps to reach it. But, we did discover perhaps: the only MOOSE lodge on the Gulf of Mexico.
Seeing a lighted MOOSE on top of a building on the beach is a bit disconcerting.
She was a godsend: as she took me by the hand and we 'staged' the clean up: where things would happen, where the dumpster would go: logistics, as she is an interior designer and has moved thousands of folks move into/ out of their homes during her work life. She is an inspiration. She left her highly successful and prestigious business which she started: to back to graduate school. She will become an acupuncture doctor by the time she is 66 !
Gotta love new stages of life. It happens all the time and all around of. I will be lighter at the end of this process!
If this is not enough of a whirlwind...... I have TWO GREAT OPPORTUNITIES with two agents who are connected with my dear MENTOR. Manuscripts sent out. Introductions made. Fingers crossed. Send more FAIRY DUST. Need some great news. In a dramatic sense: this would be a perfect time. A rescue of sorts. A redemption of sorts.
I am also on the heels of 'chairing' an event which happens in a month. So this is the 'frantic time'. Lucky me. Distractions all over the place. Still living out of a suitcase.
Life is not dull. I will begin my day today with the dumpster arrival and end it with a conversation with my translation lady "LUISA". Full day and a full circle of experiences.
Smiles for this Tuesday. By the way: I saw a great movie:ENOUGH SAID.
judy
I am finally feeling like I am back in Sarasota.... NOT IN MY HOME, but in Sarasota. It was April: when I had left. I was gone a long time on the calendar.
I haven't written as I was on a holding pattern. I have felt numb, overwhelmed and somewhat like a leaf blowing in the wind. I am knowing I am not in control of this and it is unsteadying in an uncomfortable way: perhaps because it is my HOME, after all.
But, I am excited too, despite the daunting task ahead of 'cleaning' everything I own. I am excited about touching everything I own.... of purging, of giving things away and of welcoming the next stage of my life, whatever that will look like. It gives me a chance to say 'good bye'... to things coveted and enjoyed. I am pretty sure the universe it telling me that 40 years in one house is just plenty. It is time to create a new stage.
This morning: I will begin. A dumpster will arrive. Astrid will arrive. A contractor will arrive. And Moving PODS will arrive. My home will never be cleaner when we are done. I will store my treasures which I will take with me to my next place where ever that will be and whatever that will look like.
My room mate from college: JUDY was done to visit for a few days. We went to Bradenton Beach and had a great couple of days: talking, eating, drinking, strolling that ohhhh toooo cute ONE street village, and sleeping. NO BEACHING. Judy said she wanted to be on the beach, and we never seemed to take the 100 steps to reach it. But, we did discover perhaps: the only MOOSE lodge on the Gulf of Mexico.
Seeing a lighted MOOSE on top of a building on the beach is a bit disconcerting.
She was a godsend: as she took me by the hand and we 'staged' the clean up: where things would happen, where the dumpster would go: logistics, as she is an interior designer and has moved thousands of folks move into/ out of their homes during her work life. She is an inspiration. She left her highly successful and prestigious business which she started: to back to graduate school. She will become an acupuncture doctor by the time she is 66 !
Gotta love new stages of life. It happens all the time and all around of. I will be lighter at the end of this process!
If this is not enough of a whirlwind...... I have TWO GREAT OPPORTUNITIES with two agents who are connected with my dear MENTOR. Manuscripts sent out. Introductions made. Fingers crossed. Send more FAIRY DUST. Need some great news. In a dramatic sense: this would be a perfect time. A rescue of sorts. A redemption of sorts.
I am also on the heels of 'chairing' an event which happens in a month. So this is the 'frantic time'. Lucky me. Distractions all over the place. Still living out of a suitcase.
Life is not dull. I will begin my day today with the dumpster arrival and end it with a conversation with my translation lady "LUISA". Full day and a full circle of experiences.
Smiles for this Tuesday. By the way: I saw a great movie:ENOUGH SAID.
judy
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Mildew hygenist, from 'schiava' to co-chair, and a walk down memory lane at the Bijou.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Well, I live in Sarasota. I thought I would know about my home 10 days ago. But, alas..... I think that the 'mildew' hygenist, remediation specialist person finally came last night at 6:00pm.
Mildew hygenist. Hmmmm. Love today's marketing terminology.
I have been quiet because I have been hibernating: lying in wait to see what is the next step. I am living a bit in an island of suspension. I am trying to wrap myself in the cocoon of temporary ignorance.
I am trying to also focus on a fund-raising project that I 'fell into'. I should have known better. I promised my girlfriend that I would 'have her back', as she said "YES" to chairing a new event for Historic Spanish Point Museum. I mean 'having her back', meant staying IN THE BACK. But, she told everyone I was co chairing it with her. So, the joke is on me! She said that I would be her "SCHIAVA" (pronounced "skee ah vah") That means: SLAVE. I loved being her slave. I coveted being her slave. I didn't want a promotion.
The event will be a fun, easy breezy evening on Little Sarasota Bay.... with Mrs. Bertha Palmer's Pergola setting the stage. The evening is called "Havana Nights & White Lights". Good hip rotating music, a roasted pig, and evening of fresh November breezes, and an evening to celebrate a new era to the museum.
It is nice to be on the ground floor of a town, of a museum: because your impact is big.... and you can see its growth in leaps and bounds- like a 'baby'. Although it boasts over 5,000 years of history, Historic Spanish Point as a MUSEUM is only 30 years old and its job is HUGE, as it is also on 30 acres of land with over 200 species of native Florida plants. There are buildings which date from the late 1800's, and a new tree house to study Florida's canopy!
That was my community service announcement for today! With pleasure.
I thought that my Wheaton College roomie was coming last night and so Carlyle and Casey got the extra bedroom ready: washed the carpets, etc....
She is arriving next week. Carlyle laughed at me.
Happy Thursday. I dine at Bijou today. My father's girlfriend started that restaurant.... 30 years ago. It had the BEST evenings going on Thursdays through Sundays. At 10pm, after dinner: the restaurant would turn into an after hours place: serving the best in deserts, full bar, coffees, light snacks. The waiters were all from the ASOLO: and were singing waiters and waitresses. So.... for 2 hours, we were entertained by great voices, song and fun. I still miss it- but then again, I am a gal brought up playing hooky to go to Wednesday matinee on Broadway in New York. I would turn the train from Manhasset to the city..... and get my BROADWAY musical fix.
smiles,
Jduy
Well, I live in Sarasota. I thought I would know about my home 10 days ago. But, alas..... I think that the 'mildew' hygenist, remediation specialist person finally came last night at 6:00pm.
Mildew hygenist. Hmmmm. Love today's marketing terminology.
I have been quiet because I have been hibernating: lying in wait to see what is the next step. I am living a bit in an island of suspension. I am trying to wrap myself in the cocoon of temporary ignorance.
I am trying to also focus on a fund-raising project that I 'fell into'. I should have known better. I promised my girlfriend that I would 'have her back', as she said "YES" to chairing a new event for Historic Spanish Point Museum. I mean 'having her back', meant staying IN THE BACK. But, she told everyone I was co chairing it with her. So, the joke is on me! She said that I would be her "SCHIAVA" (pronounced "skee ah vah") That means: SLAVE. I loved being her slave. I coveted being her slave. I didn't want a promotion.
The event will be a fun, easy breezy evening on Little Sarasota Bay.... with Mrs. Bertha Palmer's Pergola setting the stage. The evening is called "Havana Nights & White Lights". Good hip rotating music, a roasted pig, and evening of fresh November breezes, and an evening to celebrate a new era to the museum.
It is nice to be on the ground floor of a town, of a museum: because your impact is big.... and you can see its growth in leaps and bounds- like a 'baby'. Although it boasts over 5,000 years of history, Historic Spanish Point as a MUSEUM is only 30 years old and its job is HUGE, as it is also on 30 acres of land with over 200 species of native Florida plants. There are buildings which date from the late 1800's, and a new tree house to study Florida's canopy!
That was my community service announcement for today! With pleasure.
I thought that my Wheaton College roomie was coming last night and so Carlyle and Casey got the extra bedroom ready: washed the carpets, etc....
She is arriving next week. Carlyle laughed at me.
Happy Thursday. I dine at Bijou today. My father's girlfriend started that restaurant.... 30 years ago. It had the BEST evenings going on Thursdays through Sundays. At 10pm, after dinner: the restaurant would turn into an after hours place: serving the best in deserts, full bar, coffees, light snacks. The waiters were all from the ASOLO: and were singing waiters and waitresses. So.... for 2 hours, we were entertained by great voices, song and fun. I still miss it- but then again, I am a gal brought up playing hooky to go to Wednesday matinee on Broadway in New York. I would turn the train from Manhasset to the city..... and get my BROADWAY musical fix.
smiles,
Jduy
Sunday, September 29, 2013
POSITIVE THINGS happening at the end of the long MILDEW Tunnel....fingers crossed!
Sunday, September 29, 2013
It is George V's birthday today. He was every inch a libra, and easy for this scorpio to live with. He would have been 67 today. That is something good about dying young: you are always remembered as that 48 year old 'young' man. He will never age. Interesting price to pay for that privilege.
Everything has its price.
So, I spoke lots about knowing something Monday. But, Monday happened, and I am no more 'all knowing' than I was a week ago. A hygenist has been recommended: Of course, I had that appointment set up 10 days ago and decided to defer with my insurance claims experts. I forgot one detail in my naivete and in being quite frankly: OVERWHELMED. Insurance companies are you friend as long as you keep paying the premium. However, once you file a claim, that insurance company becomes your adversary.
How silly of me.
I love my 3 comments on my Blog. I really like getting them, particularly if they are positive. perhaps: only when or because they are positive.......
but, why would someone posit an anonymous comment? Why shouldn't I have the same privilege to know who I am reading, as they do when they read my blog? Hmmm. keep cheering me on "anonymous"... but, remain still curious on why anonymous?
That being said: I know I am perceived as being strong. Perhaps that is true. Perhaps that is part perception. It doesn't matter. What matters is that EVEN STRONG people want to feel like it is OKAY to NOT FEEL STRONG, or to NOT BE STRONG for a few moments in time.
I haven't a clue on why I am feeling overwhelmed, but know on some level: i am out of my depth and comfort zone. When, on the rare occasion that happens: there is good reason for my 'overwhelmedness'.
Had a great dinner with my friend John (George V's oldest childhood friend) and his lady, Meg. She is my new friend and a dear lady. She is beautiful, darling, bright, articulate, NICE, as she is from OHIO. They make nice folks in OHIO. Saw their 'condo' on the beach: quite wonderful and easy to beach walk. ground floor...... mostly rennovated for an OLD Siesta CONDO. The furniture all looked too big, too dark and too bulky- too many animal prints and too much brown and olive green. Color so impacts me, and lack of it usually depresses me. It was a bit 'matchy' matchy. I am so NOT a matchy matchy kinda gal.
Hopefully, we will go swimming in the Gulf today! That is my plan and fantasy for a perfect day.
I did get some GREAT NEWS. POSITIVE. UPBEAT NEWS! A high powered agent who does NOT take on new writers, has agreed to read part of my manuscript, thanks to my MENTOR, David. He did some sweet-talking to his old pal, the agent.... and it is because of his faith in my project, that I was honored with his CHEERING my work on, and it is because of HER respect of him, that I am being given this opportunity.
This could be BIG. If she doesn't go wild and crazy over my manuscript- she has a wonderful sphere of influence, and might point me in the right direction. David was EXCITED about that news, so that too, is meaningful. Thank you AGENT, and thank you DAVID.... fingers crossed.
Smiles for this Sunday,
Judy
It is George V's birthday today. He was every inch a libra, and easy for this scorpio to live with. He would have been 67 today. That is something good about dying young: you are always remembered as that 48 year old 'young' man. He will never age. Interesting price to pay for that privilege.
Everything has its price.
So, I spoke lots about knowing something Monday. But, Monday happened, and I am no more 'all knowing' than I was a week ago. A hygenist has been recommended: Of course, I had that appointment set up 10 days ago and decided to defer with my insurance claims experts. I forgot one detail in my naivete and in being quite frankly: OVERWHELMED. Insurance companies are you friend as long as you keep paying the premium. However, once you file a claim, that insurance company becomes your adversary.
How silly of me.
I love my 3 comments on my Blog. I really like getting them, particularly if they are positive. perhaps: only when or because they are positive.......
but, why would someone posit an anonymous comment? Why shouldn't I have the same privilege to know who I am reading, as they do when they read my blog? Hmmm. keep cheering me on "anonymous"... but, remain still curious on why anonymous?
That being said: I know I am perceived as being strong. Perhaps that is true. Perhaps that is part perception. It doesn't matter. What matters is that EVEN STRONG people want to feel like it is OKAY to NOT FEEL STRONG, or to NOT BE STRONG for a few moments in time.
I haven't a clue on why I am feeling overwhelmed, but know on some level: i am out of my depth and comfort zone. When, on the rare occasion that happens: there is good reason for my 'overwhelmedness'.
Had a great dinner with my friend John (George V's oldest childhood friend) and his lady, Meg. She is my new friend and a dear lady. She is beautiful, darling, bright, articulate, NICE, as she is from OHIO. They make nice folks in OHIO. Saw their 'condo' on the beach: quite wonderful and easy to beach walk. ground floor...... mostly rennovated for an OLD Siesta CONDO. The furniture all looked too big, too dark and too bulky- too many animal prints and too much brown and olive green. Color so impacts me, and lack of it usually depresses me. It was a bit 'matchy' matchy. I am so NOT a matchy matchy kinda gal.
Hopefully, we will go swimming in the Gulf today! That is my plan and fantasy for a perfect day.
I did get some GREAT NEWS. POSITIVE. UPBEAT NEWS! A high powered agent who does NOT take on new writers, has agreed to read part of my manuscript, thanks to my MENTOR, David. He did some sweet-talking to his old pal, the agent.... and it is because of his faith in my project, that I was honored with his CHEERING my work on, and it is because of HER respect of him, that I am being given this opportunity.
This could be BIG. If she doesn't go wild and crazy over my manuscript- she has a wonderful sphere of influence, and might point me in the right direction. David was EXCITED about that news, so that too, is meaningful. Thank you AGENT, and thank you DAVID.... fingers crossed.
Smiles for this Sunday,
Judy
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Rainy days and Tuesdays
Tuesday, September another something or other day 2013
Rain. Thunder, Rolling growls in the gray skies. Thick bulbeous rain drops. Far too many in some areas of Siesta Key, where the water had WAVES in it! Cars were stranded in front of the Public Beach!
I thought to myself: OH NO! Not this. I am NOT GETTING STRANDED! Luck would have it as a good story line in my life of late: I turned around and went the back roads through Siesta Isles and to my purple palace. Mildew Manor.
I waited 3 hours for the arrival and finish of the men who were 'assessing' the work to be done to CLEAN my house. They were a contradiction: doom & gloom about getting into my house in the next couple of months..... but LOVING all the details of the house. So, I was flattered amongst feeling a bit overwhelmed. The flattering took much of the sting out of the 3 hours. I was even helping them MEASURE the house with them. Of course: with our MASKS ON !
I had a dentist appointment today. Now you know that I would be dreading that! It can't be anything good: after all I have lost 3 teeth this summer. No surprise there. But, to hear the doom and gloom and to see it in writing was just another nail in the coffin of GOOD THINGS this week.
I have a good attitude, as I know that there is a beginning and an end to these challenges. But, my good attitude might have an expiration date. Not sure.
So, if that were not enough to get my senses aglow: I drove south to Historic Spanish Point to attend a Board Meeting, which of course was cancelled as only one Board member showed: and ME, and I am NOT on the BOARD. That would not have been too bad, except that I have discovered during this rain that my car is no longer water proof!
Chalk up that detail in the myriad of details in life which need attending! Wouldn't seem problematic except we are now living in the RAINY SEASON in Florida! Lucky me.
Hmmm.
happy tuesday to you, too!
and a smile
Judy
Rain. Thunder, Rolling growls in the gray skies. Thick bulbeous rain drops. Far too many in some areas of Siesta Key, where the water had WAVES in it! Cars were stranded in front of the Public Beach!
I thought to myself: OH NO! Not this. I am NOT GETTING STRANDED! Luck would have it as a good story line in my life of late: I turned around and went the back roads through Siesta Isles and to my purple palace. Mildew Manor.
I waited 3 hours for the arrival and finish of the men who were 'assessing' the work to be done to CLEAN my house. They were a contradiction: doom & gloom about getting into my house in the next couple of months..... but LOVING all the details of the house. So, I was flattered amongst feeling a bit overwhelmed. The flattering took much of the sting out of the 3 hours. I was even helping them MEASURE the house with them. Of course: with our MASKS ON !
I had a dentist appointment today. Now you know that I would be dreading that! It can't be anything good: after all I have lost 3 teeth this summer. No surprise there. But, to hear the doom and gloom and to see it in writing was just another nail in the coffin of GOOD THINGS this week.
I have a good attitude, as I know that there is a beginning and an end to these challenges. But, my good attitude might have an expiration date. Not sure.
So, if that were not enough to get my senses aglow: I drove south to Historic Spanish Point to attend a Board Meeting, which of course was cancelled as only one Board member showed: and ME, and I am NOT on the BOARD. That would not have been too bad, except that I have discovered during this rain that my car is no longer water proof!
Chalk up that detail in the myriad of details in life which need attending! Wouldn't seem problematic except we are now living in the RAINY SEASON in Florida! Lucky me.
Hmmm.
happy tuesday to you, too!
and a smile
Judy
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Fairy Godmother to attend Tea Party with the TWINS alla Ritz, this morning!
Sunday, sometime in September, 2013
Hi
I am waiting till I know more on Monday afternoon, which allows me to relax and think no further than that. It is a gift of sorts. I can't worry today about an imagined plight. That makes no sense... leaving me in a state of 'indecision' or suspension, which seems comfy for the minute.
I am enjoying my cocoon in my daughter's home. It is a nice, safe place. I feel protected and hidden.
I took myself to the movies to see a great film "The Spectacular Now"... about self and young love. The actors were wonderful and engaging and it was a perfect movie to see with a small popcorn filled with butter and half eaten.
I am the 'FAIRY GODMOTHER" to four beautiful FAIRY GOD-KIDS! The family is Jewish and there are no Godparents of such.... but, they wanted me in their family. Voila! I am the FAIRY Godmommy. They call me that. They know me as that. They will refer to me as that. It is very darling. Today, it is 'THE TWINS" annual Birthday TEA PARTY at the Ritz. They have been doing this since their first birthday. They are now SEVEN! A Blonde and A Brunette. Their names are "Madison and Alexandra". I wanted them to be named "Madison and Park".
They are beautiful and they suite their names perfectly, as a mommy would know.
I get to feast on tea sandwiches, yummy deserts.... and oh: tea, too!
Best, I get to see my Mary, Carol, Racheael, Barbara, Emma and the twins! Ages 3 to 66.
All these strong, bright, articulate, nice, caring, well traveled women who love their family and friends..... a bounty for me this morning!
I will quickly search for an appropriate 7 year old TWINS birthday gift. I normally find something..... an inspiration hits! Hope that happens this morning. I'll let you know!
Smiles, from a sunny Sarasota this morning...
Judy
Hi
I am waiting till I know more on Monday afternoon, which allows me to relax and think no further than that. It is a gift of sorts. I can't worry today about an imagined plight. That makes no sense... leaving me in a state of 'indecision' or suspension, which seems comfy for the minute.
I am enjoying my cocoon in my daughter's home. It is a nice, safe place. I feel protected and hidden.
I took myself to the movies to see a great film "The Spectacular Now"... about self and young love. The actors were wonderful and engaging and it was a perfect movie to see with a small popcorn filled with butter and half eaten.
I am the 'FAIRY GODMOTHER" to four beautiful FAIRY GOD-KIDS! The family is Jewish and there are no Godparents of such.... but, they wanted me in their family. Voila! I am the FAIRY Godmommy. They call me that. They know me as that. They will refer to me as that. It is very darling. Today, it is 'THE TWINS" annual Birthday TEA PARTY at the Ritz. They have been doing this since their first birthday. They are now SEVEN! A Blonde and A Brunette. Their names are "Madison and Alexandra". I wanted them to be named "Madison and Park".
They are beautiful and they suite their names perfectly, as a mommy would know.
I get to feast on tea sandwiches, yummy deserts.... and oh: tea, too!
Best, I get to see my Mary, Carol, Racheael, Barbara, Emma and the twins! Ages 3 to 66.
All these strong, bright, articulate, nice, caring, well traveled women who love their family and friends..... a bounty for me this morning!
I will quickly search for an appropriate 7 year old TWINS birthday gift. I normally find something..... an inspiration hits! Hope that happens this morning. I'll let you know!
Smiles, from a sunny Sarasota this morning...
Judy
Friday, September 20, 2013
Got my vehicle back, got a GRANDY and DAD visit, and napped during afternoon rain: What a day!
Friday, September something or other, 2013
Hmmmm.
Hmmmm.
I will know more about how to procede with my mildewy home after my insurance appointment with the claims dude. It is now all an adventure, I am thinking as to I haven't a clue on what happens next really. I will approach it as a curiosity in bloom and a learning curve.
I went to see my 93 year old father yesterday. It increased his visitor log by 100% over the past month. Doubled his fan base with yesterday's breakfast visit. He looks good. In fact,he is the BEST LOOKING TOOTHLESS 93 year old I have ever seen. My gene pool bodes well for me in some departments: I am thinking. He was delighted to see me. I am a female. I am younger. He LOVES MOST younger females. Not the FAT ones, though. He is so mean and superficial. Even today, at his most desperate: no teeth, can't really see, can't hear without his cochlear implant- and even that is sketchy....., walks with a walker, wears a diaper! I haven't seen him in 5 months, as I have been away.
Howard, my Dad asks at least 45 times: "How old am I?" I tell him. Each time, he is amazed. It is always ground-hog day at the memory unit of this retirement facility. Which, by the way is a FABULOUS place for him to be. THE BEST there is.
Then, my Dad asks me if I speak Italian.... at least 38 times.
Then, my Dad tells me "Judy, I want a woman!". LOUDLY, as he speaks as if he has NO COCHLEAR IMPLANT. Then, he says "I want a woman I can have compatible sex with". LOUDLY, at Breakfast!
The nurse's aid heard him and was laughing. My father asked her what was so funny and she said "I didn't expect to hear that this morning!".
To which, I turned to her and said "I am 62 years old, and I DID EXPECT to HEAR that come out of his mouth this morning! Now, how pathetic is that !"
He had a girlfriend for a second with whom he attempted to become frisky! He says, LOUDLY, "She is UGLY". So, I am now telling Howard.... my father....that he needs to be more specific when asking for a woman. He must say "I want a PRETTY, SKINNY woman".
I think he has an inflated sense of self.... which I am not sure how well it serves him at this point in his life.
He said that I didn't seem to empathetic with him about the fact that he hates it there. I said that what I could do for him is to VISIT him. That is my gift to him. I can't do anything else about anything else. Actually, my visits to him are for my GRANDMOThER, his mom- who was my savior, from an angst filled pubescence.
She took me traveling and made me into a travel junkie. And gave me a sense of self! She gave me that bar.
Got my car last evening. Did some work for some travel clients. Took a nap, along with Carlyle. Good lazy in-sync family energy. And... visited with 'my first born'ASTRID'" and her baby, "FIN". He is so cute. He is so sweet and cherubic looking, filled with michieveous laughter... he kept flicking his tongue at Curry, to beg for kisses! And, then he would just giggle. I love my baby grand-son, as I am Pip and Fin's GRANDY. (Pip is 4. Fin is 1) So, I got to visit with Astrid, which is always like 'coming home'.... and I got to get some lovin' on FIN. How good is life!
Onward and upward. I am having a movieaholic attack! I just satiated my Thai food, my SUSHI, BBQ palate pleasers.....this past week.
smiles and happy weekend
Judy
Hmmmm.
Hmmmm.
I will know more about how to procede with my mildewy home after my insurance appointment with the claims dude. It is now all an adventure, I am thinking as to I haven't a clue on what happens next really. I will approach it as a curiosity in bloom and a learning curve.
I went to see my 93 year old father yesterday. It increased his visitor log by 100% over the past month. Doubled his fan base with yesterday's breakfast visit. He looks good. In fact,he is the BEST LOOKING TOOTHLESS 93 year old I have ever seen. My gene pool bodes well for me in some departments: I am thinking. He was delighted to see me. I am a female. I am younger. He LOVES MOST younger females. Not the FAT ones, though. He is so mean and superficial. Even today, at his most desperate: no teeth, can't really see, can't hear without his cochlear implant- and even that is sketchy....., walks with a walker, wears a diaper! I haven't seen him in 5 months, as I have been away.
Howard, my Dad asks at least 45 times: "How old am I?" I tell him. Each time, he is amazed. It is always ground-hog day at the memory unit of this retirement facility. Which, by the way is a FABULOUS place for him to be. THE BEST there is.
Then, my Dad asks me if I speak Italian.... at least 38 times.
Then, my Dad tells me "Judy, I want a woman!". LOUDLY, as he speaks as if he has NO COCHLEAR IMPLANT. Then, he says "I want a woman I can have compatible sex with". LOUDLY, at Breakfast!
The nurse's aid heard him and was laughing. My father asked her what was so funny and she said "I didn't expect to hear that this morning!".
To which, I turned to her and said "I am 62 years old, and I DID EXPECT to HEAR that come out of his mouth this morning! Now, how pathetic is that !"
He had a girlfriend for a second with whom he attempted to become frisky! He says, LOUDLY, "She is UGLY". So, I am now telling Howard.... my father....that he needs to be more specific when asking for a woman. He must say "I want a PRETTY, SKINNY woman".
I think he has an inflated sense of self.... which I am not sure how well it serves him at this point in his life.
He said that I didn't seem to empathetic with him about the fact that he hates it there. I said that what I could do for him is to VISIT him. That is my gift to him. I can't do anything else about anything else. Actually, my visits to him are for my GRANDMOThER, his mom- who was my savior, from an angst filled pubescence.
She took me traveling and made me into a travel junkie. And gave me a sense of self! She gave me that bar.
Got my car last evening. Did some work for some travel clients. Took a nap, along with Carlyle. Good lazy in-sync family energy. And... visited with 'my first born'ASTRID'" and her baby, "FIN". He is so cute. He is so sweet and cherubic looking, filled with michieveous laughter... he kept flicking his tongue at Curry, to beg for kisses! And, then he would just giggle. I love my baby grand-son, as I am Pip and Fin's GRANDY. (Pip is 4. Fin is 1) So, I got to visit with Astrid, which is always like 'coming home'.... and I got to get some lovin' on FIN. How good is life!
Onward and upward. I am having a movieaholic attack! I just satiated my Thai food, my SUSHI, BBQ palate pleasers.....this past week.
smiles and happy weekend
Judy
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