I'm not sure if any of you are still checking in - who could blame you, seeing that I haven't posted in nearly four months. I'm sorry. Life has been more kookoo than even usual. For those of you whose concern and/or curiosity has spurred a check-in, thank you. November was both busy and our little hand-me-down pc was badly infected with !#$% Spy-vs-Spy-ware... !#$%&! Thanks to xmas bonuses, we were able to buy a nice software kit that came highly recommended from good sources and just got back online today. Hootie hoo. I've missed you all. :)
This last month has been one of the worst of my life, even worse than last years' holiday horrors that began in October 06 and, in some cases, still haven't completely ended. Ironically enough, on December 3 (a day that's always at least a little hard for me - it's my mother's birthday) we found out that our beloved Luna Belle* has lymphoma. In just a few days she went from a seemingly perfectly healthy, young-for-her-years lively active pup to a very, very sick puppy indeed. I won't and can't go into details now, but I am pretty sure that, before all is said and done, I will need to...
As for now, it is nearly midnight on New Years' Eve, and even though she is sick, she is still loving the love, so I am going to go pet her and soothe her and give her her midnight meds and spend a little time with my Guy/Human sweetie before bed. I've spent one night in a bed in the last month, otherwise, I've been on the couch near her or on the floor next to her. We even spent one night outside because the cold air seems to help her labored breathing, and if sleeping outside in December (on a drizzly night) is what it takes, then so be it.
Love your loved ones. "And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
you realize that life goes fast, It's hard to make the good things last. You realize the sun doesn't go down, It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round..."

I hope your new year is all that you need it to be.
Much love,
-s

*There are lots more links to her in my comic than I could fit here... you should look through them and play "Where's Luna" she's not in every one, but she's in most and hidden in extra places in some...

Pirate Birthday Brunch Recipes, Part 1...

I surfed recipe sites until I found a couple of simple and comprehensive ones that had easy to search functions and I cross-referenced ideas (for example: tropical recipes, caribbean recipes, jerk chicken, etc. ...) then I compared between variants and cut and pasted (into a word doc) and tweaked bits from various recipes that had ideas I liked until I had recipes that I thought would be good and would work as a whole menu. Of course then when I actually started cooking, I altered and added new things as I went along and as the mood struck me. I'll try to remember them as best I can, but I suggest you do the same thing I did and follow your nose/instinct/palate/cravings... :)

Tropical Cole Slaw

This is the rough basic recipe I used. My cabbage to squishy stuff/seasoning ratio is iffy at best (I'm very much and 'eye it, taste it, tweak it' kinda' chef.) Try doing it ' to taste'. I think I left the celery out, but you could try a little celery seed if you're not really sure. Celery would probably be good in this and add a nice different crunch along with the cabbage and walnuts. Mm.
By the way, this was my most complimented item that day. Guests called me out of the kitchen to compliment me and I happily shared the "secret ingrgedient" with them... lemon yogurt, mm!
1 tablespoons lemon juice
1 small shredded cabbage
1 stalk celery, sliced thin
1 (20 ounce) can pineapple tidbits, drained
1 (11 ounce) can mandarin oranges, drained
1/2 cup golden raisins
1 (8 ounce) carton lemon yogurt
1/2 cup coarsely chopped walnuts
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 tsp poppy seeds (i added these for visual interest and because i thought it would be nice
with the lemon yogurt)
(the recipe didn't call for black pepper but i am almost certain that I added some, because I
usually add it to everything.)

In large serving bowl combine the cabbage, pineapple, celery, oranges, and raisins.
Add yogurt, walnuts, salt and poppy seeds (and black pepper if you like) to the cabbage mixture; toss to coat and serve immediately*.


More good recipes - and the rest of my Elsa trip pics and stories to come!
Love, me!


*(note - i made mine the night before and it was SOOOOO good the next day)

Yankee Excursion, part two... The Real People...

We got into Old Forge, PA sometime after midnight. Even then I could see that this was a town unlike any I'd ever seen before. Uncle Rod said the population was around 9,000, and this had been an old coal town, set in a sweet little valley, and populated from day one with a variety of new-ish immigrants to the country from Italy, Poland, Russia and outlying America as well. The town was set on sloping hills, with low green mountains cradling it like milk in a bowl. It was all pale cream color too. Everything was a gentle neutral, it seemed. Even the red brick of the old theatre and other downtown brownstone was faded to a blush. The coal mill itself was off-white and aged through to tin in places. Uncle Rod said that the down was divided into familial and cultural areas. There was basically a protestant 'side', over the river, nearer the mill, and then a catholic side with miniature neighborhoods of families from all over Europe and beautiful churches for each sect. The Polish and Russian churches were 2 blocks from Ally's grandmother's home. We parked, and there in the midnight, straight ahead of us on a slight rise, was a huge white virgin grotto, lit by pale globe lamps and standing next to the white wooden church. The statue of Mary must have been 12-15 feet tall? Larger than life, anyway, and just white, in a white grotto, surrounded by green and brick, and those beautiful globes. To think that one would be able to see such a thing, 24 hours a day, seven days a week. If one were of that particular flavor of Believer, then think how you would feel protected and inspired (and certainly, on occasion, reminded...), and if one were not, then one might be led to be by this peaceful vision. I think one would at least be led to ponder. And that's a wonderful religion unto itself, innit? :)

I was certainly drawn to this place, and this whole town radiated a kind of gentle peace... It could also have been uncle Rod. :) He'd come down from NJ to open and air out the house and basically be there for us to have a stopping place. He was waiting up, of course, and he flustered and fussed in a quiet excited way. Elsa woke up and was so happy to see him. The family resemblance was unmistakable, and Ally had already told me a little about him, and what he meant to their whole family. He is her mother's only brother, and a handsome, older, VERY Italian, old school bachelor who lives to take care of the people around him (all of them, neighbors, church members... I think he was meant to be a priest...) - which he does without bitterness or complaint, in fact with great joy. It was nice to be plopped into his realm so late after such a long day. I got the Italian greeting (cupped face, kiss on the cheek), a quick tour, a pretty little room, permission to raid the fridge in the night - and then a good night's sleep.

They let me sleep in a little while they caught up, and when I awoke there was coffee and a shower, then a little photo tour of the family. After that, Uncle Rod drove me around to see the local churches, since he could tell I was interested, and then we went to the Moosic Diner - which is owned by members of their family. Home fries, hot Italian sausage and crusty Italian bread, good coffee... *sigh* It was a nice way to start the day!

After breakfast we went back to finish loading up the car and head out and I noticed a beautiful old crystal rosary in a dish by the back door (the door the family used and the one facing the church). I picked it up and then discovered that it was broken. It was beautiful, vintage, with a reliquary of Lourdes water. I showed it to Uncle Roddy and told him I'd love to repair it for him. He said it must have belonged to his Mother (Palma) and he didn't even know it was there. He told me that if it could be repaired, I was welcome to have it, as a memory of my trip! What a perfect remembrance of that part of my journey! It is, without a doubt (second only to the memories) my favorite souvenir from this trip. The new hat is a distant third. :)

We said goodbyes to Uncle Rod (though Ally would see him again the next day for the wedding), and took the farmland backroads for a couple of hours into Ally's stunningly beautiful hometown of Skaneateles, NY. We checked into the Birds Nest Motel on the main drag and then took our swimming clothes and went to Ally's mom's house. They were all-afluster, pre-rehearsal dinner, and so there was a flurry of kisses and greetings, I got a quick tour of the house and lawn, then Ally gave us dinner $ and swim passes and we walked the whole 1/1o mile to the lake/main street. La Principessa and I swam for a nice long while - until closing time, then we dried off and changed, and then crossed main street to order some dinner. I got us both set up (a slice and fries for Elsa and sushi for me!) then we crossed back to the lake side of Main and put our beach towel down near the bandstand and proceeded to picnic while the town band warmed up. The park was packed, the sun was setting, kids were running around, imitating the diving martins who were swooping above... it was delicious. The band played an 'around the world' theme, so there was a Rampart St. march, and Spanish Lady, and some Abba (a medley, in fact, from 'Mama Mia'), and best of all - the Liberty Bell march - better known as the Monty Python theme! People sat on their boats and listened and all the children danced. They sold raffle tickets and there was a flurry of excitement between sets as numbers were called out. The Skaneateles Town Band finished just in time for everyone to turn their attention to the sunset. I took lots of pics, let Elsa run around until I knew she was done, then we headed back to the Birds' Nest to roost for the night.

...to be continued!

The Big Yankee Excursion, Part 1.

It was a dark and stormy night....

No, really. But I'll tell you all about that part of the trip in a bit.

We headed out on a beautiful hot and sunny Thursday morning, optimistic and rip-snorting (especially the Principessa Elsa - but then she had visions of singing cows to spur her on) and ready to rumble. The ride to Pennsylvania was long and peaceful and pretty. Ally was a trooper (as well as a smart and frugal mom) and stopped at rest areas along the way for picknicking, drink-mixing and potty breaks, so I was able to carry on mine and X's tradition of collecting maps from each state. We hit Hershey Park sometime between 5 and 6, which gave us a good four hours to peruse the park and amuse the Principessa. I was a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing. Corporate Americana both repulses and intrigues me (I like TV commercials and kitsch - I just don't understand why people fall for it...) and Hershey Park was a teeming example.

Our first stop was a ride where they show how the candy is made [Cue singing cows!]. I've discovered that the secret to enjoying these places* is to go with small people. It seems like when you're Officially a grown-up, you almost need an adaptor to tap into certain pleasures. I honestly feel that I'm closer to the current than most adults, but still one tends to look at the world through the experiences and lessons of all those years. When you're doing something with a three year old (or an 8 or a 10 - anything less than the Terrible Teens, 'cause then EVERYTHING sucks... Hi Abe!) you're led to look at things in the light of the sparkle from their eyes. Something that you might just be tolerating is something that they are making memories from. And frankly, if I'm going to be part of a 3 year-old's (or 8 or 10...) special memory, I want to do my very best. Luckily, it wasn't hard. The sun began to set and the lights on the carousel came up and my camera was charged and my cards were empty. My eyes led me around the park and I let my heart and my feet follow. The Not Rude Pennsylvanians became people-shapes, the individual words faded into a steady hum, the ride music rose to the surface and the lights got brighter as the night got darker. I had a lemonade, I rode some rides (the Pirate boat, of course, and the carousel, as always, and needless to say, the Night Train...), I took lots of photos, and I watched La Principessa slowly and sweetly build her way to a cute and manageable sensory overload. The smile really said it all. Ally kept asking me if I was having a good time, and I assured her that I was. There were rides I would have ridden had I had a buddy to either hold my hand or talk about the nigh-pukiness with afterward, but I knew there would be other times. I tried to reassure her, but how do you really explain to someone who doesn't know you all that well that anything new is enough, that if I wanted more I would certainly have it, and that it's not just 3 year olds' who can suffer from sensory overload? In fact, I can honestly say that Elsa has more wherewithall than I do, because it took her until around 9 to hit that zone, whereas I was a bit stupified the second we got out of the car.

The only two ooky things at all were the HUGELY blatantly pushy commercial aspect (but then again, we weren't exactly touring The Zen Buddhist Park of Owning Nothing, right?) and that was a given, and I could cope. Yes, I even bought a few souvenirs... hello, the place IS called "Chocolate World"! :) The other was the fact that I was dealing with my first real Yankees on their home turf and couldn't immediately understand why everyone seemed so rude. It turns out that they aren't bad people, or truly rude, they just aren't as... well... polite as we are taught to be. I suppose their grandmas were more worried about coping with the weather and just didn't have the whole year of daylight and relative warmth to teach them things like social manners and actually noticing that other people exist. After a very short time of trying to make my way through a crowd in my accustomed manner (and remember we are towing large bags and a small person), Ally thought to warn me about the fact that people here don't really hold doors or apologize - or even NOTICE - if they bump into you. So, instead of just taking my usual "Hmph. Yankees." approach, I decided to try to be a little more understanding** and also, to set a good example...

HAHAHA! Guess what?! Politeness scares city Yankees! If you hold a door for them, they look at you funny - especially the lads, though the ladies display very interesting quizzical expressions. And if you bump into them (or more likely, they bump into you - I'm used to being careful in my little space. Hmph. :) and then apologize, they often look as if there's a hidden meaning, perhaps sarcasm there. That made me sad. It definitely wasn't all of them, and small town and country Yankees seemed much more friendly than the city folk (and I'm sure there are lots of reasons for dissociating there, too... I've never lived in a big city, but I've lived near New Orleans my whole life, and I can imagine why one would feel the need to be tough, distant and wary...) - with some exceptions. We were in Skaneateles, which is about the size of Hendersonville. The locals were lovely, and the stunning old lake town had an atmosphere of pride and family, similar to that of Saluda. Elsa and I were leaving the local pizza place (Valentine's) on main street, and I had her baby bag, a small cooler, my backpack/purse, her, of course, and an armload of picnic. There was a small foyer - a little wider than the door and maybe 8 feet long. The doorway from the restaurant was open, and there was a man, older than me but not old, leaning against the wall in the foyer. I walked forward toward the door, knowing that I couldn't open it, but instinctively trusting that this man, standing arms' length from the door would be a gentleman and ... HA! I had to ask him to help, and when I did, I made my voice so charming and Southern you coulda' spread it on !#$% biscuits. I was in my swimsuit and a straw hat, too. Hmph. Yankees. :)

Foreign culture is so interesting, though. So I continued my studies and experiments. Luckily, I was soon to meet Uncle Rod...

Overall, Hershey Park was a great treat. Elsa had a blast from the second we got there, all the way through to her triumph over getting to ride the tram to the parking lot and finding our car. She was asleep almost as soon as she hit her car seat. She did get to see my favorite part of that leg of the trip, though. As we we leaving, there was a big orange 3/4 hunters' moon hanging over the park and the roller coaster and ferris wheel were lit and sparkling. It was a little piece of Sam heaven. We headed out through the Pennsylvania back roads and made our way to Old Forge by midnight or so, to be welcomed into Ally's grandma's home and the next leg of our grand adventure...

-to be continued!

*anything larger and more organized than a small town fair has always made me feel uncomfortable, on multiple levels. I'm grateful that we only did one day of Disney - well, Epcot - last year... I'm STILL not ready for DisneyLand/World/Planet/whatever... Carowinds is basically my preferred outside limit... though SeaWorld was worth it.

**You know, that's probably the very moment when the SIFUY was born... History in the making, folks.

Hi! fyi, i am leaving town tomorrow a.m. for a lovely babysitting gig. Ally, Elsa and I are heading to Skaneateles, NY (which is Ally's hometown) so that she can attend her little sister's wedding. On the way we are stopping at Hershey Park*, then Elsa and I get to go to a renaissance festival about an hour away on the day of the wedding, and on Sunday, we're going to Niagara Falls and Canada!

Expect stories and pics when I return!

Much love,

-s

*a CHOCOLATE theme park. NOW we're talking! !#$% Disney! ;D

I performed in two plays before I was 30. When I was in the first and second grade. I played Annie Oakley in 1st grade for the end-of-year play, and in the 2nd grade, I was the narrator for The Night Before Christmas. I went for the next 25 years or so, wishing and pretending myself into roles and lights, I learned timing by watching the actors I love, I read plays, I watched films, I filled in on student films, doing the jobs and roles that no one else wanted to do and loving every second of it, but I never really thought I had the chance or a real ability to act.
Several years ago, I met my friend Buffy through one of those odd moments of serendipity that I've honestly come to expect from every minute of life. The very night we met, she sold me on Renaissance festival performance. She was a big part of the local faire - and one of the two certified stage combat trainers - and before the nigt was over, she and I had already begun to choreograph our first fight. I auditioned, got one of the 4 lead roles, playing Herald to the evil prince, and by watching Buffy's hubby Brett do his bad guy best, I learned to improv act and do stage combat. Cast in the role of the good prince's Herald was another new face, my now beloved friend Hamilton. He and I spent a lot of time together that year, learning lines for the staged part of our gig. We called our cousin characters "Rosencrantz" and "Guildenstern" and we became Rosie and Gil to the faire crowd. From Hamilton I began to learn discipline and the tricks of learning lines, not to mention projection. I performed with the faire for four years - first-time directing a cast of 77 (with a show including multiple plays-within-the-play, original musical numbers and a REAL wedding as part of the show!) my third year, and putting together our own entertainment troupe for the last year.

While I was doing the faire - which i did with Chris for 2 years, Chris and I got invited to join a local (Asheville) sketch comedy troupe called the Feral Chihuahuas. That was my first chance to try seriously (ahahaha) writing and performing comedy, and even better, watching other people perform my stuff, and perform things written for me. Timing and characters became my love. Plus the soapbox venue that comedy provides is very satisfying. We went all the way to the Stoneleaf Festival with that gig. 15$ seats for a two week run. It was porn. Love at first laugh.

That inspired us to write the ren-faire show, and then from there, we went on to the 48Hour Film Project, and back to my first love, film making (and I will never leave my first love...)

but then... I discovered true love. That irresistable pointless fling that I cannot help but stray to, despite the insanity and consequences...

A couple of years ago, a new director in town decided to attempt a beautiful, , difficult and dangerous play. When he asked the local theatre veterans who should he talk to about the most difficult role in the play - that of a severely physically and mentally disabled young man, everyone told him to call Chris. Chris has been performing with the local theatre since he was 9. I've never met a more talented actor in person, especially on a local level, and I'm not just biased. The veteran actors' he has worked with have all made a point of telling him what an honor it is to work with him and that they learned from him. He's a natural, and it's huge irony that he prefers being behind the camera or curtain so much. Because the role called for a certain violent physicality between his character and another, I offered to help the director block that with whomever he cast for the other person, because of my stage combat experience. He asked me to audition on the spot, and cast me as that character. He changed my life forever. That experience, the learning, the changing, the challenges, the listening, overcoming fear and my own horrible ego... it was amazing. It was all so new that I didn't have time to realize what was happening to me.

Then last year I saw that they were casting my favorite play - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. One of my two dream/fantasy roles - impossible to learn, a man's role, no hope of it - but I got cast. I got the Oldman role - the ME role, and beloved Hamilton came back to Guildenstern me. It was so scary, and so hard, and yet we pulled it off. As insane and tough as that experience was, it didn't shake me. Some bungee jumps go more smoothly than others, right?

This spring, I was standing in my temporary Saluda kitchen when I got a call from the woman who played Chris' mom in that first amazing play - Greetings. She said she was doing Beth Henley's "Miss Firecracker contest, and asked me to come in. She said there was a role that no one else she could think of could pull off better... :D How could I resist? It was, without a doubt, , one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. My first time on the main stage (Greetings and R&GaD were in the TLT 'blackbox' theatre), a role I could abandon myself to, other actors that I kew well, admired and trusted, a director who's heart was all the way in it, and an audience who was right there with us every night. Love, love, love, love, love!

Then along came The Little Prince. When I heard - and offered myself to the director as her sketch artist - I was unaware that the summer productions were supposed to be all kids - and in this case, all 8-12 year olds. But she said she thought about my offer, and about the pressure of that role (combined with the fact that the sketch artist never appears on the stage) and decided to cast me. I'd never worked with kids on that level before, and never been in such an elaborately staged production, even at the faire. To watch that unfold, and have such an intensely technical job was such a gift! Dear Lizzie (my 11 year old assistant) and I were on an open 4x8 platform 10-12 feet above the ground, against the back wall of the theatre, behind the sky, with an overhead projector on a smaller platform between us, a monitor, an array of supplies (including our script notebook, transparency boxes, markers, puzzle books and snacks) and our pillows. I was on a headset, so that the booth or stage manager could tell me when the Aviator (Sara Seagle - WHAT an actress!) began to draw so that we could sync, and I recreated the sketches of St. Exupery on the beautiful sunset sky, to the accompaniment of our 9 year old Sophie's percussive sound effects and my friend Wendy's flute and bells. Wendy and I also did the makeup design and helped with the application, so we were deeply entrenched (though when, I ask, are we ever NOT?! :D) and Chris said it was the best youth show he's seen in his 16 years with TLT. Ambitious, complicated - beautiful!

I'll post pictures for several days, enjoy! (And DVD's are available! Go, Chris!)

Much love,

-s

Dear Diary...

heh heh heh.

No, really. Why do we do this? Diary, blog, draw, story-tell*? And why do I ask myself – and you all – this question over and over again? Is it:

a.) because it’s my favorite question?
b.) because I haven’t found a satisfactory answer yet?**
c.) because there is no satisfactory answer – or, more likely there are one per being – and i am banging my head against a metaphorohypothetical wall... again?
d.) because i had more than 12 seconds uninterrupted by work or other active distraction?

Yeah.
I think about that scene from The Color Purple. The one about how we are like flowers and do what ever we can to get God to notice us. It’s the definition of God that seems to set us, each one, apart. For some of us God is each other, or our parents, or own self-approval, for some the classic Heaven-encompassing Father or Mother... For the first time it seems to make sense to me why people try to religiously convert one another. Maybe it is so they will have more people to share their vision of God, and so God’s attention will be more uniform – he/she/it will love all the children equally. Sometimes it seems as if conversion, witnessing, etc. are a way of trying to curry God’s good favor – ‘look at me, mom/dad! I’M the good kid, see?!’ Notice me. Love me more. We try to set ourselves apart, and yet cling so hard to our otherness and never see the difference in consistency and what that does to our peace of mind on a second-to-second basis. It hurts.

As a close friend – and fellow cosmic questioner/storyteller – often not-so-subtly reminds me, the things that piss us off the most are often the things we are guilty of. It is true. But I honestly cannot see anything else in anyone else unless I have truly recognized it in myself first. I don’t feel capable of commenting on things that make me angry in others unless I’ve first dragged myself through that fire and feel certain about what it’s like to be such a dumb-@$$. It’s hard to comment on someone else scorching their feet when you don’t really know why it’s a stupid thing to do. I want to constantly work on not doing and being the things that make me angry, because I know what it does to people. My motives may be personally selfish, but as long as no one ever knows or FEELS that when dealing with me, as long as my motives are not ONLY selfish, then I feel that I am trying actively to make the world a better place to be in. In other words, I am working as hard as I currently know how – and working every day to learn new ways - to keep myself ‘suitable for human consumption’ and still be true to myself. I suppose my own documenting and storytelling helps me keep all of that consistent and real. We all know how brief and easily manipulated human memory is. Hoo boy. And we all know what the mind can do to you when your body is trying to maintain its’ status quo. Why else would abused children grow up to abuse – or wed abusers? The list of bad life choices based on mental choice versus emotional reaction could fill a daily blog in perpetua... Damn those pesky neuro peptides.
But the thing is, see, you are stronger than neuro peptides. The phrase ‘free will’ is enough to rock even centuries’ long established churches. The human mind is ridiculously, incredibly powerful, and yet we still choose to blame biology and sociology and economy. To hell with that! The worst limitation I’ve ever faced – in a life of seriously hard knocks and kinky knots – is my own mental and emotional fear and laziness. My mother is a sleepy kitten compared to that. Because that power is there, no matter WHAT channel my brain is tuned to. If my thoughts are bad or negative – they’re SAM-STRENGTH bad! If my love shine is turned on and focused, I can burn holes through every heart for a hundred miles and light up the sky.
A ‘net acquaintance got angry with me last summer because he read on my Myspace profile that I was one of my own heroes. He said that was impossible, and claimed a vanity that surprised and disgusted him. I’ve had debates with friends on whether being self-centered was a bad thing. I wish, in fact I pray every day, for people to become more self centered. To focus and work on loving and perfecting one’s self. To become a hero to one’s self. Can that really be a bad thing? It seems like it’s the only possible solution to
truly making the world a better place. I think the first thing you learn when you really dive into yourself is that you are part of one big soul. That everyone really is equal, at the core of it, and that what you do to yourself and others circles around and through and back to you. That the people who make you the angriest are probably the ones who need love the most. That you can forgive yourself and others. That you can change yourself and nothing else. That acceptance has it’s time and place, that being strong and loving yourself are good things. That sometimes you have to say no and walk away. That sometimes you have to stay and compromise. None of these are possible if you don’t know and love and trust yourself. It should be your life’s first, most beautiful, satisfying, fun and steady work. And you should never retire.

xo

-s

*Hi, Rob!
**Yo, OCD, in tha’ house! Every side!

A friend who, unfortunately I mostly only have e-contact with asked for a catch-up of what's been going on with me since my last spate o' blogs. I managed to sum it up in a fairly brief essay :) which I will now share with the lot o' ye, slightly edited/extended for the public viewing.

God I'm tired. :)

I'm working 5 part time jobs right now trying to make it possible for both of us to get our own businesses off the ground. I still work for the Wildflour bakery one day a week [more than 2 years now. Thank Goddess for my WildFamily!]. I have a regular nanny job in the summers [keeping Skye and Ari - woot! Art lessons, rehearsals, hang-outs - these girls are down!], and I also do special traveling nanny jobs [I am going to New York* with Elsa next week!].

I started working part-time for UNC Chapel Hill in conjunction with the Council-On-Aging in Hendersonville, up to 20 hours a week (but usually less) [helping make the walking routes in Hendersonville nicer for everyone, but specifically with the elderly in mind.], and I am still keeping the gallery running, doing my art and helping Chris - not to mention VOLUNTEERING to do the kids' plays and other TLT stuff... Yes, I'm a crazy person, but I love all of it. It's all ART or helping people. If I'm real lucky, sometimes it's BOTH! Like the plays. We're doing "The Little Prince" right now. Tonight was opening night! I'm the only "adult" :D in a cast of 35 8-12 year olds. I never appear on stage. I play the Sketch Artist and I sit on a platform above and behind the stage and do live drawing on the "sky". I also did some of the makeup design and application.
Chris is trying to get his videography business off the ground. He's been getting a lot of work from TLT, recording their plays (another up-side to my volunteering!), and the high school and county have both hired him to do some stuff, starting next month. (He's going to need a site pretty soon, too - and he's better at keeping up with his !#$% than I am, too! :D ) He also gets calls from anyone who's filming in the area from other places like LA, NY and the coast. When they come here, they call the local producers and ask for names of reliable local workers and he gets recommended every time. He worked on George Clooney's movie here! (needless to say all the ladies were QUITE excited by that... except me, of course. HA! :) We just did the 48Hour Film project again, too. We had an art auction to raise the $ to do it. It was crazy - but it worked. As soon as we get it up on YouTube, I'll send you the link. We also have a show on cable access in Asheville, called "Videobot". It's a short-film show hosted by toy robots who work in a tv station that I built out of Legos. They're supposed be showing "regularly scheduled programming", but instead they sneak and show the movies they like - which are submitted to us from all over the country. It's funny and silly, and the short films are great. It's all volunteer time, but we've done 11 episodes so far, and won an award. We're YouTubing it soon too, I hope. If not, I'll just send you a DVD. You'll love it, you'll laugh, and it's 99% family friendly! :DSo that's MOSTLY what we're up to. We moved again (after 8 years in the same house - once in Nov., then again in March), and we hope we stay here at least another 8 years. The house is on the river, in the only really flat place in Polk Co. We're renting from my best girl-friends' dad, so the rent $ [which is definitely fair for the space/location AND i have a workshop now!] - and whatever else we do to the property (we've planted gardens!) is going back into the family. Yay, us! We needed some upswing after last fall!

Oh, and we got married!

:D
More later!

Much love,

-s

*We are side-tripping to Hershey Park, an upstate Renaissance festival, and Niagara Falls/Canada! :D

"testing, ,testing... ahem... is this thing on?"

She's baaaaaaaa-aaaaack!

You have been warned!

i'm sad to say that this post won't be as happy as the last couple. :( i had another one of those
!#$% bizarre unbelievable sam-cidents that has left me wounded, exhausted and drugged to the flippers. the hospital report says (and i quote) "multiple dog bites to chest and left thumb."
NO, i didn't try to get friendly with some strangers' "nice" doggie. believe it or not, it happened this morning during a cozy, early morning lie in, watching tv and talking. i had Shinny (the Wheaten Terrier) on the bed with me and gail (after early walkies and sometimes late ones, we all pile into her bed for coffee & trash tv therapy. this morning was 'Nanny 911'), loved up and relaxed. Lola (the Bijon) wanted up and her little teddy bear legs are too short to get her up there. i got up to pick lola up and put her on the bed and shinny, in a fit of jealous rage, viciously attacked little l-o-l-a - and i, caught in the middle, was the only one who sustained any injury - one of which is pretty bad (and it's NOT on my thumb.) we rushed to the hospital, blood all over the floor (which shinny kindly licked up before we got out the door! UGH! i guess the first couple of tastes weren't enough*....). i had to drive 'cause gail can't, so that was real fun, and gail is new enough to the area that we had to look for the frickin' hospital - whee. four hours in the ER - of course we made friends with all the folks in there with us. there were groups of people we met who barely spoke english**, and several different languages, so that was fun. good thing, too, 'cause otherwise, it was !#$% MISERABLE. hurting, oozing, waiting, watching people suffer*** - NOT my favorite way to spend a sunny, gorgeous saturday, you know?
gail was patiently waiting it out, but i couldn't help but be aware of her physical discomfort, and of course i was obsessing about the expense and trouble. and beneath it all, there was the fear of treatment and healing and pain and scarring in a very delicate, not to mention HUGELY ego-based place... :(
the staff was nice - and SO many people here are comics fans, so i bonded with the nurses (all nice looking latin men, darn it...) - but the reality was that the tear on my right breast was such that it could not be stitched - flesh was gouged out and there was no repairing it - and the bite on my thumb was neat enough to need no stitches. i got swabbed, ointmented, tetanused, prescripted (antibiotics, in case of septicemia. YES, i WILL take them all), given a little bag of gauze pads, foil packets of bacitracin, a few bandaids, some tongue depressors (for the ointment, i suppose - or maybe they thought i needed art supplies. who knows?) and a little roll of tape and sent on my merry (ok, not merry. definitely NOT merry) little way. no stitches, no testing, no xrays, nada - and (including the prescription) it cost FIFTEEN !#$% DOLLARS MORE THAN GAIL IS PAYING ME TO BE HERE FOR THE ENTIRE THREE WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
can you !#$% believe that?!?! i cried more over that than even the pain and the vanity issues!
i just figured it out, if you paid the 4 people who handled me 15$ an hour, kick 100$ to the doc who saw me for less than TWO minutes (that would give him 3000$ an hour) then the two band-aids (THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE BATMAN ON!) , 4 packets of ointment, 2 tongue depressors, little stack of gauze, roll of tape and tetanus shot come to approximately EIGHTEEN DOLLARS EACH! oh - they also gave me a little cup of ice water. i suppose they didn't charge me extra for the VERY helpful advice: "Don't break up a dogfight." !#$% *&!%#!

so yeah, it was a rough day.
gail was a trooper. in fact, she just brought me a cup of calming Aveda tea. :) we were both exhausted, but life goes on, so we actually managed a couple of light errands while awaiting my scrip to be filled. we got cuban sandwiches on the way home and we were so hungry that we ate them in the car (gail only had a little melon and cottage cheese for brekkies, and i hadn't even made it that far when the $#*! hit the fan) and then we had to go straight home and walk the little darlings - shinny still speckled with sam-blood.

the day was not a total bust though. we just found out yesterday that my replacement is not coming after all. which means basically helpless gail would be even MORE helpless. :( she had a little meltdown over it yesterday (all of this happened while we were at the pool), but by the time we got home, she had not only come up with a cunning plan that will save her $ in the long run (she was going to have to pay a dog-walker, get someone to drive her to the grocery, etc.), keep her fairly independant, and save her peace of mind, but she had already kicked the plan into action. she ordered one of those grammy scooters, and it came today, and we have already got her successfully walking the dogs (attached to the scooter, so they can't pull on gail) pretty much by herself. the early evening walk i went along, to check out kinks, and the last walk, i just stayed near the house, but within earshot... the new Publix market (which also has a pharmacy) is opening up scooter distance from here in 2 weeks, and she has good friends and neighbors that she can call in a pinch. we will get her stuff re-arranged/re-measured/etc. so that she can manage things easily (take the extra tp out of the high storage cabinets, make sure she has manageably sized food and drink containers, etc.) and she is working on re-learning her world with her temporary (though i think 3 more months of this would seem like an ETERNITY!) limitations in mind.
*whew!*
tomorrow - lord willin' and the creek don't rise - will be an easy day. our only real plan is to go to the latin market for lunch and souvenirs, do a mini errand run and then sit by the pool. oh, and practice not killing the dogs with the scooter - though i think at this point, neither of us would mind TOO much. :(

in other good, strange news, i have an appointment early monday a.m. with a lawyer who specializes in personal injury cases, re: the motorcycle accident back in October. i met him (by sam-incidence) when we took Shinny to the vet on thursday (so nice to have heard in person that all her shots are updated!). when he told us he was a lawyer i said "gosh! you seem so nice
for a lawyer!" and he laughed, then said "well, believe it or not, i got into because i wanted to help people." *bing!* i told him what happened, and he said "Come see me." now both parties have lawyers in Florida - and mine is a nice person! wish us luck. :)

ok, the drugs - and more importantly, the battered little body - say "sleep". i will keep ya'll posted. i am hopefully having a little biscayne bay kayak trip this week too - barring shark attacks, farmhouses falling on my head and freak rains of fishes - so i will tell all!

much love - and more bizarre serendipity,
-sam

*i've heard this about myself... :)
**i actually got a HUGE compliment from one young woman, a Haitian Creole girl - who lives in South Miami, which is significant to the comment - there with her sick baby and ENTIRE family (nice. i was also invited to call her mother, formally known as Sister Calyx, "Maggie". :) her little sister's phone range and i began to sing along with the ringtone and she said "Guhl, you ah SO ghe-tto!" That's like having Liberace say you're so gay! :)
***one of the many highlights was watching a poor homeless woman - drugged and a bit belligerent, perhaps, but needy nonetheless - come in and try to get comfy and when security couldn't make her go, they called the PoPo. strangely, it made me hurt a little less when i thought 'there but for the grace of....'

Can I just say: *siiiiiiggggghhhhhhh!*?

Well, I've been here a week today. I'm homesick, but you know... I'm settling in. Maybe it's the 65-85 degree temperatures (avg. 75, though), maybe it's the nice walks 4 times a day... it could be the adventure and wildlife, or the beautiful scenery, or the pleasant work and/or relaxation...
who knows? Either way, I'm coping. :)

There are some stressful moments. Yesterday I drove into the heart of downtown Miami on the Friday before Superbowl. There were a few - ok, several - moments of !@#$!, because let me tell ya, friends, Miama drivers are not nice. However we made it ON TIME (despite long standstills in more than one place) and without any major stress. A fellow at Cedars (we went for Gail's first post-op visit, xrays and stitches out! woot!) told me that if I could drive in Miami I could drive anywhere. I believe it, too. I am now without fear. :) What's REALLY weird is that today, when we drove into Coral Gables (and actually yesterday, too) I was already starting to recognize landmarks and know where I was in relation to other places we'd been. I've gotten toll booths down, and I am learning to be a little aggressive in traffic - though I LOVE the look on other drivers' faces when I'm nice and let them over/out. :)

On Tuesday I had some nice walks both with the girls and by myself. I started my art projects on this day. Palm trees shed these very sculptural pieces of bark and leaf and bits. I've begun making little sculptures of them and other found shed greenery/branches, etc. around the neighborhood. I've taken pics of most of them so far. I'll try to post some when I can.
After the 4:30 walk, I did a few things around the house and then walked down to the pool. On the way I was completely ambushed by the sunset over the lakes, in a sky as big as a sky should be. I sat on the guard rail beside the lake and watched until my butt hurt (little guard rail, big butt) and then I watched the rest of it while floating in the pool. After a while, it felt as though I was swimming in the sky. That was a happy thing indeed.

Wednesday was exciting too. Gail had to go to Miami to show a condo, so I got to see several beautiful apartments in a 300K> building*, and watch Gail work. Wow. There were some high stress moments that day too - and the next. Selling and closing a piece of property like that, in a market like this - with a bizarre sudden TWO WEEK deadline?!?! you can imagine. and less than TWO weeks after having SPINAL SURGERY. (I told you! I'm here to slow her down! :) She did fine, too. It was amazing. And she never did anything the doc said she couldn't - and she did all the right stuff when she realized she was pushing too hard. *whew*. i like my saluda pace, y'all. i gotta say. :)
Then Wednesday evening, while walking the dogs, I SAW A 10 FOOT (OR MORE) !@#$ ALLIGATOR, ABOUT 30 YARDS AWAY! I've got pics! I've got proof! eeeee!

Thursday was a good odd day. In the midst of phone/pc/work realtor, we went to town with a grocery/errand list. Gail's able to call while I drive, so she worked and I cruised. We had to get a scrip filled with an hour wait, so Gail suggested that we drive to Biscayne Bay National Park, a whole 15 minutes from her house - and right next to an entrance to the EverGlades NP. (did i say *sigh~* already?). On the way, we had to ask a buff, handsome latin cop (who was sleeping in his squad car on the edge of a palm orchard) how to get around the detour. He dead macked on me, via my tattoo (which I get constant comments on here. :), and told me about the tribalwork on his back (I could see ends of it on his biceps peeking out from under his shirtsleeves. Oh yeah.
The Bay of Biscayne is a beautiful thing. You can snorkel there. There are mangrove trees, the ground is coral and birds and tropical fish and lizards everywhere. We walked to the end of the pier and visited the gift shop for cards and to get the KAYAK RENTAL PRICES... eee!
After our sojourn we popped the 15 minutes back into Homestead for scrip, mojito fixings and a bad movie. We ate at some big chain on our first night here and Gail suggested mojitos. After we tasted them, she announced that we should have a quest to find the best mojito during this trip.
Whatcha gonna do, right? When in Buffetville... Thankfully (they're not cheap) we found one we were really happy with on our 3rd or 4th attempt at one of Gails' fave watering holes in Miami. Not only was it delicious, but also non-touristy (i'll explain when i'm making them for you), BUT cute blonde Christine also gave us the recipe. I matched it on the first try. :)
**

Yesterday was the hospital trip, and though traffic was stressful and Gail was feeling the previous two days, I, as my granmaw said: Wrung the goody out of it. :) After traffic warrioring, Gail and I established our spot in the waiting room (we'd brought food AND entertainment - and enough to share - AND there was coffee and hot tea pro bono), then made friends with the entire staff and all the patients (and learned their pets name - Gail works a room like I do!) while we waited for her to be called. When she went in to xrays, I left my bookbag (then one you made me, Jen!) with Maia behind the desk and went out onto the streets. GypsyMagpie me had seen colored umbrellas with food and shiny things around them near the Cedars entrance, so I followed my beak. I was only gone about 30 minutes total, but in that time I bought a pretty wooden and religious medallion beaded bracelet, a bowl of tropical fruit that she peeled and cut in front of me, a bag of hot chicharrones and a sausage dog for nine dollars. I sat down on the curb in the hot hot sun, watching Miami's heart beat around me, stuck out my pale legs and ate my VERY good lunch. I gave my last dollar to a homeless man who was surprised I spoke English and then got back just as Gail was coming back from xray. While we waited for her doc to call we met two nice couples in that waiting room. One lady was a realtor in Key West (with a nice handsome beau and a 2 ft tall mini horse named Honey. :) so Gail and she traded cards. :)
We all drank coffee and tea and talked, and when they all got called I wrote postcards until Gail came out with no stitches and a good report. I got my bag back from the desk. Maia had left but the girl in her place asked where I got my bracelet. She'd had one just like it but wore it as a prayer until it fell apart. I told her about the abuelita at the entrance to metro just outside the gate (who makes all her own, by the way. she was working while i shopped :) . she said she'd go get another on her lunch break. :) On the way out, i stopped for a sip of water and Maia came over. She said "I'm glad you're still here, I wanted you to see this, I thought you'd appreciate it." Then this young woman whom I'd met once, to ask her to hold my bag and traded pleasantries with showed me a letter that an anonymous patient had just left her. It said, almost poetically in it's loving grateful simple sincerity, how much they appreciated her kindness to a helpless person, and how they knew she would be blessed for her goodness. It made me cry. The note, the moment, this stranger choosing me to share with... and I looked up and she had tears too.
Thank you, Goddess.

That evening, shook off the stress of driving and previous days in the pool. Met nice neighbors - and Luigi. :) He's very old and VERY italian. And apparently I'm "molto bello e con un sorriso perfetto..." :D No worries. I can DEFINITELY outrun him.

Today was sleep latish (the girls left me in until 7:15! woot!) then up to clean a little for the maid (get our sheet outta her way) then dressed cute and out to Coral Gables (truly one of the most beautiful neighborhoods in the country) to pick up Mary. We went out for dim sum (yum yum! no chicken feet though Joe! ;) then to shop a little (Barnes and Nobles for me!) then to see Helen Mirren in 'Queen'. We liked it. Afters, we stopped at the bridge near Mary's house...

AND SAW A WHOLE FAMILY OF MANATEES INCLUDING A BABY THREE FEET LONG!!!
noooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOoooOOOOooOOooOOooOOOOooooooOOOOOssshhh!!!!!!!
i got baby manatee pickshures! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*siiiiggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............*

when we got back to the house, they let me climb onto their boat for more manatee watch. I got pics there, my first taken of me since i got here, and pics of the girls and the boat and the canal.
when we got home gail relaxed for a bit while i took the pups for their daily "Corona Cruise" as Gail has dubbed it. I take a Corona with me on the tea-time walk and we make it a long one, around both lakes (gator patrol!) Gail is going to try her first post surgical Corona Cruise tomorrow - if it's nice... hahahaha!
:)

I'm getting the goody out of it. Gail and Buffy have both gone out of their way to let me know how much they appreciate me in the last couple of days, and that makes me enjoy it all the more. Gail's an easy patient, her house is easy to keep up, her babies are little precious gremlins... we cook and watch movies and do what needs to be done, and fill in the spaces with taking care of ourselves and keeping in touch with the people that keep us in touch with ourselves. Check your mailboxes! If you're not getting postcards, it's 'cause I don't have your address...

Much love.
sam



*May I say that walking around strangers' apartments gives me a certain thrill. *Ahem*. :)
Shut up, Jen. ;)
**BTW, ESPECIALLY if you were a fan, DON'T watch Miami Vice.

hello lads and lasses! it is i, dame fortune's slave, back with another installment of "What the
#$%^ Next?!" :)
i am happy to report that i am writing from sunny Southern Florida. Homestead, to be precise. poor chris is home with the 'kids', and I hear they are in the low teens and even one-digit #'s back home, and though i feel bad for my peeps, i'm very glad to be here. a dear friends' sis (HI BRUFFY! HI GAIL!) has just had major spinal surgery, and i was told that she needed help but what she really needs is someone to slow her @$$ down and keep her from trying to do too much. this woman is mid-50's, had 6 vertebrae re-built LESS than a week-and-a-half ago, and is already chomping at the bit to get back to her busy life. luckily for all of us, she can walk fine, and has great use of her hands (i SERIOUSLY cannot imagine this woman bedridden!) - though her fingers are still a little numb. she has a HUGE scar and of course inner healing tissue to care for, thus a big plastic neck brace to wear 24/7. She can't bend at the waist, nod yes or no, or pick up anything heavier than a.) a manila envelope, her dr. says; b.) 5lbs., she says; c.) a video from blockbuster OR her martini glass, i say. :) basically i'm here to be her hands and help her recovery be nice and smooth as poss. she can't drive or walk her 2 mookie dogs, so that's part of my job, and just generally facilitating her life and recuperation. she's a fun, funny woman with a good life, so aside from missing my family (HI CHRIS! HI LUNA! HI GEORGE, YOU BASTARD!) and friends (HI FRIENDS!), i'm having a lovely time so far.
friday afternnon 'round 3, buffy picked me and my luggage up at the bakery and we headed south. we stopped in fort pierce, fla. around 1 am, got a room, then got up early for some beach time. we stopped at the manatee center for post cards and then had a couple of hours in the sub. as we were walking to the end of the pier before heading on to miami/homestead, i saw a dark spot in the water. i said "buffy, i think i see a manatee!" she said, "nah, i think it's just some sea-weed..." and then he stuck his face out of the water! :D
FIRST DAY HERE, manatee sighting! YAY! that was saturday. since then i've seen lots of birds, all kinds, and a few odd lizards, but gail promises a trip to the keys, where i can possibly SWIM WITH MANATEES in her friend mary's back yard....
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

i will keep you all posted. as for now, life is good. gail is doing well, her 'kids' are good sweet furries (Lola, a Bijon; Sinead, a Wheaten Terrier; and Elsie, a black babycat). we are already plotting many adventures and have had a couple of gentle ones. the traffic's not so bad (i drove for the first time today), her neighborhood is lovely, i got my pool/gym pass today, and we're on a quest to find the best Mojito in town. like i said, life is good. i just wish x was here to share it with me - and luna and george would be in water-fowl/lizard-chasing heaven... *sigh*

much love, more later,
-samma