Sunday, December 29, 2013
It is a gloomy Sarasota day which means NO SUNSHINE. Awakened to the pitter patter of raindrops, which appear like large globules of teardrops. I like keeping curtains and blinds open to I can see the color of a new day begin. I like the sense of a 'living clock', as we spin around our globe. I could see the treetops wrestling in the breeze and it felt like winter, Sarasota style.
I was fortunate to get GioGio to come with me to visit my Dad in the nursing home. She has always scoffed at the concept, so she must have been very bored this morning! It was much nicer with her along. She is a good looking woman, under 90: and so, having a visit from a younger chippy- had to make my Dad a happier man today. We stopped to get him a chocolate milk shake from Checker's: and added two double fish sandwiches and their crispy fries as a lunch for GioGio and I. It was her first trip to a Checker's and she was astonished that there was no 'indoor' dining in this fast food. In fact, it was a bit unsettling for her: as there was no FRONT DOOR to enter. It was like a stationary food truck.
I then joined Astrid and Fin at the Mall. She wanted 'out of her house'.... and the mall is a safe place for a 1 1/2 year old to run wild with delight! I could watch him, and she could actually shop. Now, what a concept that is! I can watch him. But, I can barely LIFT him. He is a LOAD. One chunky, lovable baby boy. With tiny blond whispy ringlets at the ends of his hair and a perpetual smile on his face.... unless of course, he wants to eat. If denied, he has the largest immediate pout... making it a definitive line between being happy and NOT. Communication on this level is just as clear as can be. And, it is funny because that was the way he was when he was in utero: Astrid HAD to eat. Lots and Often. But, only when pregnant with Fin. So, he was already announcing his personality way before his arrival.
I am now going to join some dear friends: My psychologist girlfriend, Mary and her sister. We are having a Christmas dinner as I haven't seen her since my birthday on November 5th! Silly us. We are going to a new restaurant. My idea. My choice. It is called "The White Buffalo" and is a cowboy/ cowgirl bar and restaurant with line dancing and the whole country eatin' type menu. I understand that if I am 'taken' with this..... there are complimentary line dancing lessons every Monday evening! Might even become my new weight loss exercise program.... as there MUST be more men at the White Buffalo than aqua-arobics at the YMCA.
It is coming time to retire the Christmas ornaments hung with care. This is the anti-climactic part of the holiday, like unpacking the suitcase. It is the other end of anticipation.
It feels good to write again... and thanks, as always- for visiting.
Smiles and warmth
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
"Saving Mr. Banks" and Sushi: what a Saturday!
Friday, December 27, 2013
It has been more than a week since i have written. we were 'cleaning up' at Carlyle's house for the holidays, which included putting my computer into the closet as it had been the centerpiece of the dining room. Now the dining room looks like a dining room, with a holiday centerpiece defining its new role. In the spirit of christmas, it is welcoming and festive.
Yet, in the spirit of blogging….. it is cumbersome and not 'user friendly' to have the computer in the closet. Blogging on my smart phone seemed all too tedious, and so i have waited to use my daughter's office. I am trying to lighten my footprint, as i am easing my way out of her abode and towards mine.
Christmas without both of my kids doesn't really seem like christmas... as it is the magic and wonder seen in your kids' eyes that indeed makes the holiday special.
Saturday, Dec 28, 2013
I can finally use my computer. Yesterday, I couldn't make any capitol letters and everything was a bit sketchy. Today, it is working fine. It is neither moody or unreliable, making it a perfect computer to begin writing again.
I will write about Christmas..... but, later.
I have been in a solitary mood. I am not feeling sociable in the most sociable of seasons. I am antsy to nest again in my own home. Yesterday morning I took myself to the movies. I saw "Saving Mr. Banks". I adore Tom Hanks and Emma Thompson who are both stellar actors of very different acticing schools. The obvious story is of the making of Mary Poppins into a movie. The real and more riveting under-story is the eventual discovery that Mary Poppins was in fact quite autobiographical. It is the tender and tenacious unraveling of that observation which makes this a film worthy of seeing.
This morning, I took my min-pin into town to have a 'spa' day- i.e.: nails clipped. En route, we walked the Saturday morning Farmer's Market. It was the first time I took my "Curry" out for a promenade, and I rather enjoyed it. He was easy and in a new world of scents, which made him quite a happy puppy.... and being 7 lbs and RED haired, makes him all too cute. He was the recipient of folks taking his photo, of babies touching him, of other dogs circling and smelling him.... he was in scentual- heaven.
I ate a lemon & sugar crepe at the street fair. Yum.... Followed by a BRAT with onions & peppers (less yum). I was really getting into the TRUCK food mentality today. Last night: Carlyle, her buds and I went to a FOOD TRUCK parked in a deserted mall parking lot and dined on $2 TACOS. I don't even like taco's, but these were FAB. And even more so because they were a kitschy Mexican "such a deal" kind of dining experience.
My daughter wants to have food trucks. I sort of 'get it'. now.
I had to get out into the world finally. It is a Saturday night. I took myself to a Sushi Bar. It is perfect for a solo lady. You can watch the sushi being made. You can 'pick' at your food with your sticks. It is great. The people watching superb.... and with a large hot saki: everything is smooth.
I am excited to have a working computer and to start to become verbal again. I miss it and miss you.
Happy Sunday.... and will be back at ya, soon.
Smiles,
Judy
It has been more than a week since i have written. we were 'cleaning up' at Carlyle's house for the holidays, which included putting my computer into the closet as it had been the centerpiece of the dining room. Now the dining room looks like a dining room, with a holiday centerpiece defining its new role. In the spirit of christmas, it is welcoming and festive.
Yet, in the spirit of blogging….. it is cumbersome and not 'user friendly' to have the computer in the closet. Blogging on my smart phone seemed all too tedious, and so i have waited to use my daughter's office. I am trying to lighten my footprint, as i am easing my way out of her abode and towards mine.
Christmas without both of my kids doesn't really seem like christmas... as it is the magic and wonder seen in your kids' eyes that indeed makes the holiday special.
Saturday, Dec 28, 2013
I can finally use my computer. Yesterday, I couldn't make any capitol letters and everything was a bit sketchy. Today, it is working fine. It is neither moody or unreliable, making it a perfect computer to begin writing again.
I will write about Christmas..... but, later.
I have been in a solitary mood. I am not feeling sociable in the most sociable of seasons. I am antsy to nest again in my own home. Yesterday morning I took myself to the movies. I saw "Saving Mr. Banks". I adore Tom Hanks and Emma Thompson who are both stellar actors of very different acticing schools. The obvious story is of the making of Mary Poppins into a movie. The real and more riveting under-story is the eventual discovery that Mary Poppins was in fact quite autobiographical. It is the tender and tenacious unraveling of that observation which makes this a film worthy of seeing.
This morning, I took my min-pin into town to have a 'spa' day- i.e.: nails clipped. En route, we walked the Saturday morning Farmer's Market. It was the first time I took my "Curry" out for a promenade, and I rather enjoyed it. He was easy and in a new world of scents, which made him quite a happy puppy.... and being 7 lbs and RED haired, makes him all too cute. He was the recipient of folks taking his photo, of babies touching him, of other dogs circling and smelling him.... he was in scentual- heaven.
I ate a lemon & sugar crepe at the street fair. Yum.... Followed by a BRAT with onions & peppers (less yum). I was really getting into the TRUCK food mentality today. Last night: Carlyle, her buds and I went to a FOOD TRUCK parked in a deserted mall parking lot and dined on $2 TACOS. I don't even like taco's, but these were FAB. And even more so because they were a kitschy Mexican "such a deal" kind of dining experience.
My daughter wants to have food trucks. I sort of 'get it'. now.
I had to get out into the world finally. It is a Saturday night. I took myself to a Sushi Bar. It is perfect for a solo lady. You can watch the sushi being made. You can 'pick' at your food with your sticks. It is great. The people watching superb.... and with a large hot saki: everything is smooth.
I am excited to have a working computer and to start to become verbal again. I miss it and miss you.
Happy Sunday.... and will be back at ya, soon.
Smiles,
Judy
Thursday, December 19, 2013
The Catch 22 of finding a literary agent. My new challenge.
Jovedi, Thursday, Dec 19, 2013
Good day,
I woke up this morning to an email in response to a Query letter sent yesterday.
It was a sincerely nice letter of non-interest. And, I started to feel myself sink. It felt like a liquid, making my body feel like crumbling in defeat. And then as quickly as the email arrived and the subsequent feeling started taking hold: I stopped it in its tracks.
I can't change the goal posts in the middle of the game to suit me. When I send out a QUERY letter asking for an agent to love my manuscript... and to sell it- I do it with the knowledge beforehand that I can get only one of two reactions: a YES or a NO. By virtue of the process, the 'NO's are more prevalent.
The other concept I keep reminding myself of is this.... It took Leon Uris 21 rejections before the 22nd Query resulted in a YES: making it possible for us to read "Catch-22". It took many more rejections than that before the voice of John Grisham could be heard on the pages of his book. So, I am choosing to look at this last 'no thank you'..... as ONE REJECTION closer to ACCEPTANCE. I am one step closer to my goal.
And, I have been told that this is the hard part. I have no reason NOT to believe what I am told, and so.... why should it be easy? Being hard is not intimidating, because it is NOT the same as IMPOSSIBLE.
The one comment that keeps resonating from this last agent email is this ~ I lack a national platform, which would make it almost impossible for HER to sell it to a publisher.
Now, that is a CATCH 22. I love how that 'phrase' became part of the American lexicon. I Can't get an agent because I have no national platform. If I WERE to be represented and published, of course I would then have the potential for a national platform.
Or? In what other ways might I get a national platform? I could become a reality star. Not likely.
Oh, I could perhaps have the chance to grow a national platform from this blog. I haven't a clue on how many page views I would need to catch the attention of being worthy of 'having a national platform'..... I understand that it was the daily blog that created the impetus for Julie & Julia. So, that is today's inspiration ~ get my loyal readers or browsers to get one more person to also take a peek at it..... that would be a good start. And one I could use.
I need you and your support to spread the word on my behalf.
Really: on behalf of the story I have written about my husband's passing.... and my life as a single and still sometimes confused mom.
Thanks as always for visiting.
Smiles.... and warmth
Judy
Good day,
I woke up this morning to an email in response to a Query letter sent yesterday.
It was a sincerely nice letter of non-interest. And, I started to feel myself sink. It felt like a liquid, making my body feel like crumbling in defeat. And then as quickly as the email arrived and the subsequent feeling started taking hold: I stopped it in its tracks.
I can't change the goal posts in the middle of the game to suit me. When I send out a QUERY letter asking for an agent to love my manuscript... and to sell it- I do it with the knowledge beforehand that I can get only one of two reactions: a YES or a NO. By virtue of the process, the 'NO's are more prevalent.
The other concept I keep reminding myself of is this.... It took Leon Uris 21 rejections before the 22nd Query resulted in a YES: making it possible for us to read "Catch-22". It took many more rejections than that before the voice of John Grisham could be heard on the pages of his book. So, I am choosing to look at this last 'no thank you'..... as ONE REJECTION closer to ACCEPTANCE. I am one step closer to my goal.
And, I have been told that this is the hard part. I have no reason NOT to believe what I am told, and so.... why should it be easy? Being hard is not intimidating, because it is NOT the same as IMPOSSIBLE.
The one comment that keeps resonating from this last agent email is this ~ I lack a national platform, which would make it almost impossible for HER to sell it to a publisher.
Now, that is a CATCH 22. I love how that 'phrase' became part of the American lexicon. I Can't get an agent because I have no national platform. If I WERE to be represented and published, of course I would then have the potential for a national platform.
Or? In what other ways might I get a national platform? I could become a reality star. Not likely.
Oh, I could perhaps have the chance to grow a national platform from this blog. I haven't a clue on how many page views I would need to catch the attention of being worthy of 'having a national platform'..... I understand that it was the daily blog that created the impetus for Julie & Julia. So, that is today's inspiration ~ get my loyal readers or browsers to get one more person to also take a peek at it..... that would be a good start. And one I could use.
I need you and your support to spread the word on my behalf.
Really: on behalf of the story I have written about my husband's passing.... and my life as a single and still sometimes confused mom.
Thanks as always for visiting.
Smiles.... and warmth
Judy
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Gooey DATES, Oozing MUSHROOMS, and a Massage
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
I have my windows open to cool yet brisk air and it feels renewing. I must admit that I am a SUN gal. I can not get used to waking up while it is still dark outside.... and conversely at the other end of the day: I feel as if it is midnight when it is only 8pm: as it has been dark for over four hours!
My biological clock is caddywhompus. But.... my midgey Christmas tree all aglow makes me happy.
Yesterday, I went over to my friend Giovanna's house. I love Gio Gio. She is one of the most neurotic gals I know in a most endearingly sweet way. I speak with her every morning. It is our wake up call, so to speak. I am glad: this way, someone, one day....will know when I have dropped dead in my house. Otherwise, who knows? I could go from being MS. Ysatis (by Givenchy) to MS. Stankydeadpants. She is like the old fashioned 'hall monitors'- making sure I don't play hooky from the school of life.
At any rate, Gio Gio and I did the last museum event together. She was the CHAIR. I was her slave. She was in Sarasota. I was in Italy. So, she could say whatever she wanted for a few months: I was none the wiser. She is the one who told everyone I was the Co-Chair, and everyone believed her. She has that kind of face and demeanor: sweet and innocent. That is how I got hooked into that job, without having been asked and without having said 'yes'.
Going back to yesterday: I went over to Gio's to help her prepare for a party she is giving to THANK the staff and volunteers from the event. She needed a 'chopper'. I did say 'yes' to being to chopper schiava (slave). No chopping.... but lots of stuffing. I inserted, stuffed, slid, poked my fingers continually into a gooey date with an almond. I don't want to get naughty- but it felt a little obscene to be : finding the opening, poking my finger, fitting an almond inside- a soft, warm, wet and gooey INSIDE. I almost felt like I was violating that little date- it just didn't seem right.
Wrapped in crisp bacon.... however, the whole thing TASTED right!
Then, Gio made stuffed mushrooms. She made the stuffing which was dry and not exciting. So, I decided to do what I do best: CONCOCT. I am a grand concocter. Not a cook. Not a chef. A concoctor. I lined the mushrooms with whipped cream cheese and added gobs of parsley to the stuffing. After scooping stuffing inside the mushroom, I topped it off with a DAB of cream cheese and added a bit of cherry tomato on top! It looked like a macaroon! And when the cream cheese melts.... after heating, it ought to be OOZing with delight.
The fete is this evening. At Gio's home. With her glorious touches, taste and Italian culinary wizardry.
I have a massage today. It is with a new gal, and I welcome the touch, the time and hopefully the healing pounding for this worn and tired feeling sexagenarian.
Afterwards.... and because I have already purchased PLUG IN good smells which are creating a bountifully aroma filled car: I will go to my home and spread the GOOD SCENTS, like fairy dust.
Happy Wednesday, and have a big smile from me
With warmth
Judy
I have my windows open to cool yet brisk air and it feels renewing. I must admit that I am a SUN gal. I can not get used to waking up while it is still dark outside.... and conversely at the other end of the day: I feel as if it is midnight when it is only 8pm: as it has been dark for over four hours!
My biological clock is caddywhompus. But.... my midgey Christmas tree all aglow makes me happy.
Yesterday, I went over to my friend Giovanna's house. I love Gio Gio. She is one of the most neurotic gals I know in a most endearingly sweet way. I speak with her every morning. It is our wake up call, so to speak. I am glad: this way, someone, one day....will know when I have dropped dead in my house. Otherwise, who knows? I could go from being MS. Ysatis (by Givenchy) to MS. Stankydeadpants. She is like the old fashioned 'hall monitors'- making sure I don't play hooky from the school of life.
At any rate, Gio Gio and I did the last museum event together. She was the CHAIR. I was her slave. She was in Sarasota. I was in Italy. So, she could say whatever she wanted for a few months: I was none the wiser. She is the one who told everyone I was the Co-Chair, and everyone believed her. She has that kind of face and demeanor: sweet and innocent. That is how I got hooked into that job, without having been asked and without having said 'yes'.
Going back to yesterday: I went over to Gio's to help her prepare for a party she is giving to THANK the staff and volunteers from the event. She needed a 'chopper'. I did say 'yes' to being to chopper schiava (slave). No chopping.... but lots of stuffing. I inserted, stuffed, slid, poked my fingers continually into a gooey date with an almond. I don't want to get naughty- but it felt a little obscene to be : finding the opening, poking my finger, fitting an almond inside- a soft, warm, wet and gooey INSIDE. I almost felt like I was violating that little date- it just didn't seem right.
Wrapped in crisp bacon.... however, the whole thing TASTED right!
Then, Gio made stuffed mushrooms. She made the stuffing which was dry and not exciting. So, I decided to do what I do best: CONCOCT. I am a grand concocter. Not a cook. Not a chef. A concoctor. I lined the mushrooms with whipped cream cheese and added gobs of parsley to the stuffing. After scooping stuffing inside the mushroom, I topped it off with a DAB of cream cheese and added a bit of cherry tomato on top! It looked like a macaroon! And when the cream cheese melts.... after heating, it ought to be OOZing with delight.
The fete is this evening. At Gio's home. With her glorious touches, taste and Italian culinary wizardry.
I have a massage today. It is with a new gal, and I welcome the touch, the time and hopefully the healing pounding for this worn and tired feeling sexagenarian.
Afterwards.... and because I have already purchased PLUG IN good smells which are creating a bountifully aroma filled car: I will go to my home and spread the GOOD SCENTS, like fairy dust.
Happy Wednesday, and have a big smile from me
With warmth
Judy
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Christmastime, Febreeze and my HEPA VAC! Oh what a holiday.
Tuesday, Dec. 17th, 2013
It is a week till Christmas Eve.,
How different these past two holidays have been: all due to MOVING. Last year, I was with George and missed Carlyle for the first Christmas. This year I am with Carlyle and will miss George for the first Christmas.
It is NOT the same when all my babies aren't surrounding me at the holidays. I feel a wanting. A lack. Like a part of me is missing.
At any rate- I am still loving my midgey christmas tree-ette.
I have officially bought out (or TRIED to) Febreeze 2 in 1/ plug in deoderizers for my Siesta Key house. I figured I had to buy ONE brand, or I would go crazy figuring out which one went where....Don't need any other additional idea to help me go any crazier than I might possibly be right this very moment.
I want to smell LAVENDER throughout. Also bought lots of DAMP-RID.... to soak up any excess moisture. These are all superficial fixes to placate my desire to feel as if my home is 'moving forward' in the 'clear air' department. My HEPA industrial vacuum arrives this week: so, the hygenic part of cleaning up particles and particulents begin! I figured that I could move in without some of the floors and without one dry-wall, if necessary, as long as it is 'healthy' and CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN.
This afternoon, we pull up carpets in my daughter's house to lay CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN bamboo floors in her home, as well. So, I will again be a displaced person... this time, not from the house, but from my bedroom of refuge.
More garbage bags to fill: to empty my bedroom. Ayy yay yay.
These tasks make staring at my midgey tree: oh.... so delightful.
Hope yours is a super Tuesday, with a big grin.......
Warmth, as always
Judy
It is a week till Christmas Eve.,
How different these past two holidays have been: all due to MOVING. Last year, I was with George and missed Carlyle for the first Christmas. This year I am with Carlyle and will miss George for the first Christmas.
It is NOT the same when all my babies aren't surrounding me at the holidays. I feel a wanting. A lack. Like a part of me is missing.
At any rate- I am still loving my midgey christmas tree-ette.
I have officially bought out (or TRIED to) Febreeze 2 in 1/ plug in deoderizers for my Siesta Key house. I figured I had to buy ONE brand, or I would go crazy figuring out which one went where....Don't need any other additional idea to help me go any crazier than I might possibly be right this very moment.
I want to smell LAVENDER throughout. Also bought lots of DAMP-RID.... to soak up any excess moisture. These are all superficial fixes to placate my desire to feel as if my home is 'moving forward' in the 'clear air' department. My HEPA industrial vacuum arrives this week: so, the hygenic part of cleaning up particles and particulents begin! I figured that I could move in without some of the floors and without one dry-wall, if necessary, as long as it is 'healthy' and CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN.
This afternoon, we pull up carpets in my daughter's house to lay CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN bamboo floors in her home, as well. So, I will again be a displaced person... this time, not from the house, but from my bedroom of refuge.
More garbage bags to fill: to empty my bedroom. Ayy yay yay.
These tasks make staring at my midgey tree: oh.... so delightful.
Hope yours is a super Tuesday, with a big grin.......
Warmth, as always
Judy
Monday, December 16, 2013
Pineapple Martini, Bushy brows and a Christmas wish to be home.
Lunedi, Monday, December 16, 2013
Good Monday Morning,
A year ago I was in Great Barrington, Massachusetts with my son. MOVING him. I moved my son out of his rental and into his first home. Pretty straightforward. Except. Except George bought his home from a dead man who hadn't planned on selling his home or dying. This poor dude died while he was on a trip to Paris. He choked to death. On escargot!
Never could trust those slippery little suckers, called snails!
At any rate, a year ago...... had me moving OUT of TWO houses, and INTO ONE.
That was the START of a year of MOVING. I moved THREE TIMES this spring, in ITALY. And, THE MOVING continues, still.
My psychologist friend would always advise me "Judy, if you are going to do or feel SOMETHING: swim in it". Based upon that, I am SWIMMING in moving.
I had a delightful time at the college Graduation party. He is such a nice young man. He is the middle of three boys...and the family is so spectacularly close and warm. It is pure pleasure to be in the fold of a good, nice family. He wants to be a doctor. I got him a reference book that I have given each of my kids: "Taber's Medical Reference". A Green book with all kinds of medical terms, etc... The mom of these boys is a superior cook and hostess. We were served Roy's Martinis with pineapple as the cocktail of choice.
I am supposed to have my eyebrows tweezed this morning along with my daughter: a kinda mom-daughter bonding time. She was up till sunrise having a little fete with her friends.... so, there is no stirring from that neck of the woods. I am a bit disinclined to be the one to awaken the sleeping princess.
I am loving my midget Christmas tree. It makes me happy. I have figured out what I am getting my daughter's live-in boyfriend for Christmas: a lawnmower! A little push one. HINT HINT. So, it will fit into his car and he can see if it also works well on Siesta Key. Hehehehehe. Hey, otherwise, he could be getting a CD of Heather Headley! We'll see if I actually go through with it, as it is kinda like giving SOCKS as a gift, except with a big motor and blower.
I am having a Christmas fantasy: to be in my home by then.
wish me luck. I intend to send another Query today. wish me luck luck. please please.
Smiles and warmth,
Judy
Good Monday Morning,
A year ago I was in Great Barrington, Massachusetts with my son. MOVING him. I moved my son out of his rental and into his first home. Pretty straightforward. Except. Except George bought his home from a dead man who hadn't planned on selling his home or dying. This poor dude died while he was on a trip to Paris. He choked to death. On escargot!
Never could trust those slippery little suckers, called snails!
At any rate, a year ago...... had me moving OUT of TWO houses, and INTO ONE.
That was the START of a year of MOVING. I moved THREE TIMES this spring, in ITALY. And, THE MOVING continues, still.
My psychologist friend would always advise me "Judy, if you are going to do or feel SOMETHING: swim in it". Based upon that, I am SWIMMING in moving.
I had a delightful time at the college Graduation party. He is such a nice young man. He is the middle of three boys...and the family is so spectacularly close and warm. It is pure pleasure to be in the fold of a good, nice family. He wants to be a doctor. I got him a reference book that I have given each of my kids: "Taber's Medical Reference". A Green book with all kinds of medical terms, etc... The mom of these boys is a superior cook and hostess. We were served Roy's Martinis with pineapple as the cocktail of choice.
I am supposed to have my eyebrows tweezed this morning along with my daughter: a kinda mom-daughter bonding time. She was up till sunrise having a little fete with her friends.... so, there is no stirring from that neck of the woods. I am a bit disinclined to be the one to awaken the sleeping princess.
I am loving my midget Christmas tree. It makes me happy. I have figured out what I am getting my daughter's live-in boyfriend for Christmas: a lawnmower! A little push one. HINT HINT. So, it will fit into his car and he can see if it also works well on Siesta Key. Hehehehehe. Hey, otherwise, he could be getting a CD of Heather Headley! We'll see if I actually go through with it, as it is kinda like giving SOCKS as a gift, except with a big motor and blower.
I am having a Christmas fantasy: to be in my home by then.
wish me luck. I intend to send another Query today. wish me luck luck. please please.
Smiles and warmth,
Judy
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Somewhere over the Rainbow is my midget Christmas Tree
Sunday, Dec 15, 2013
The master day of rest ~
Had a glorious day yesterday...decorating the midget Christmas Tree. Bought 300 lights in rainbow colors and unwrapped the special box of Family Christmas Ornaments I had made and collected for Carlyle all of her life. Lots of ornaments made of lucite and etched with the growing faces of each child from 3 decades of Christmas cards sent. For years, she would scoff at those ornaments, and today just as she was departing for work, her eye caught a picture on the tree from 1990 and she exclaimed : "Look at that!" It was worth the scoffing, the eyeball rolling and the saving of a lifetime of ornaments, just to see the delight on her face this morning.
The tree is 3 feet and is simply magical! After all, that is part of the essence of the holiday season... I can loose myself as I look at the lights and ornaments.... I am transported to a nice warm and comfy place of peace.
Last night I was swept off in the brand new chariot of my friend LeeLee- in her new Porsche. This has been my week for swishy rides: first the Bentley.... now the Porsche. The best thing is the smell of all new cars. No matter what the brand: it is like a new baby. All newborns around the world smell the same. So, also.... is the scent of a new Chariot.
We went to see Andrea Bocelli. He sang "Ave Maria" which melted my little heart and soul. Or, made it soar. He sang "Love me Tender"- an Elvis classic. He is not an animated singer, but there is something sweet about his voice. He had some ladies singing with him who overpowered him, and distracted from enjoying him. But, there was ONE lady.... who sang with Andrea Bocelli who swept me off my feet into ovation. Her name is Heather Headley and her rendition of "SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW" was brilliant and had my flying. I also adore Eva Cassidy's version of the song. And yet...Heather's voice melded and soared alongside Andrea, and had me mesmerized. There were 6 standing ovations. It was just grand!
I found my Christmas gifts for all my dear friends who don't need THINGS: I am giving them Heather Headley. I am giving the gift of soaring ... but through music.
This evening I will join in a college graduation party for the son of dear friends. How cool it is to see our collective children.... the village we have chosen: grow and do well. It is a community cheer, this evening. That is powerful.... from generation to generation.
Happy Sunday, and hope a rainbow shines over your world today.
Grazie per visitarme. Thanks for visiting, as always with a smile,
Judy
The master day of rest ~
Had a glorious day yesterday...decorating the midget Christmas Tree. Bought 300 lights in rainbow colors and unwrapped the special box of Family Christmas Ornaments I had made and collected for Carlyle all of her life. Lots of ornaments made of lucite and etched with the growing faces of each child from 3 decades of Christmas cards sent. For years, she would scoff at those ornaments, and today just as she was departing for work, her eye caught a picture on the tree from 1990 and she exclaimed : "Look at that!" It was worth the scoffing, the eyeball rolling and the saving of a lifetime of ornaments, just to see the delight on her face this morning.
The tree is 3 feet and is simply magical! After all, that is part of the essence of the holiday season... I can loose myself as I look at the lights and ornaments.... I am transported to a nice warm and comfy place of peace.
Last night I was swept off in the brand new chariot of my friend LeeLee- in her new Porsche. This has been my week for swishy rides: first the Bentley.... now the Porsche. The best thing is the smell of all new cars. No matter what the brand: it is like a new baby. All newborns around the world smell the same. So, also.... is the scent of a new Chariot.
We went to see Andrea Bocelli. He sang "Ave Maria" which melted my little heart and soul. Or, made it soar. He sang "Love me Tender"- an Elvis classic. He is not an animated singer, but there is something sweet about his voice. He had some ladies singing with him who overpowered him, and distracted from enjoying him. But, there was ONE lady.... who sang with Andrea Bocelli who swept me off my feet into ovation. Her name is Heather Headley and her rendition of "SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW" was brilliant and had my flying. I also adore Eva Cassidy's version of the song. And yet...Heather's voice melded and soared alongside Andrea, and had me mesmerized. There were 6 standing ovations. It was just grand!
I found my Christmas gifts for all my dear friends who don't need THINGS: I am giving them Heather Headley. I am giving the gift of soaring ... but through music.
This evening I will join in a college graduation party for the son of dear friends. How cool it is to see our collective children.... the village we have chosen: grow and do well. It is a community cheer, this evening. That is powerful.... from generation to generation.
Happy Sunday, and hope a rainbow shines over your world today.
Grazie per visitarme. Thanks for visiting, as always with a smile,
Judy
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