I have decided that the "blog" phase of my life is now over. I have enjoyed the process and each and every comment. When I de-activate my account, God knows what happens to the blog, the posts and comments! We shall see. It would be great if it was here like a time capsule, but maybe not.
Thank you for your attention!
I'll always remember the excitement of Halloween coming as a kid. Getting out the Halloween box, digging out the decorations. Remember how the only decoration were the flat paper ones that you would tape to windows and door? I loved it.
Now a days, there is so much in way of decorations.....
These old pictures (here and over by the fireplace) are lenticular! They change into scary pictures as you walk by them.
This year we will have a house full of relatives coming by for scary movies, trick or treating, dinner and desert, and an evening full of spirits & spooks.
God, it's been forever! I've had a busy month. So, I've been thinking for a couple of days now, how strange life is. I'm lucky. Things for me pretty much stay the same. Same job, house, partner, city, etc.....
I got an email from an old friend, day before yesterday. He is an old friend I've know for 20 years. About 6 years ago he went missing. I had no idea what had happened to him. Last time I saw him, we were in NYC, where he had moved, and he was trying to talk me into moving there. After many attempts to reach him, I finally stopped. A year later I deleted his email address, and his his phone number. What would make someone do that to me? I mourned him these past few years, and thought the only thing that could have happened was that he had died. I was sure that if something had happened to, I would never find out since there were no friends that we shared in common.
And there it was, an email as if from a ghost. I didn't know what to do, answer it or not? People around me said yes, but my heart said no. It took me a full day to decide to write him back. I was short and snippy, writing, "What happened to you? I thought you had died. Glad you're alive", and singed it "Paul".
He wrote back and then I wrote back and this went on several times during the day. Turns out his life went topsy turvy. The point of this rambling, was that as much as I didn't want to open myself up, I did. I made that effort and challenged myself to do so. It wasn't easy for me. He needed his friend, and I'm glad I was there. Where we go from here is anybody's guess, but for now I know he's alive and surviving. No more wondering on my part.
Although I would never say who it is, or what he's been through, I will say this. Life is strange. How things happen. Our journeys, who we meet, how long we know them, what they are in our lives for, how we treat each other, how we love each other, what we learn from each other, etc...
On another note, We are fully decorated for Halloween, and on my next post, I'll show you what we did to usher in the holiday!
It's a lazy Sunday, and all I've done so far is watch 5 recorded episode of CBS Sunday Morning. I had a caprese salad for lunch because the tomato's are in full ripeness! Nothing like fresh home grown tomatos! We have tons of basil now too. Plus I'm really into those little soft mozzarella balls in olive oil, as well as a balsamic vinegar. I added avocado too, so all is right with the world!
I'm in full "Camp" mode! Not that I'm going camping, although, there is a slight chance of getting to Yosemite later this month with my brother & his family. Funny that it happens every year, where I get it in my head about camping, and I'm not happy until I go. I'm currently shopping for tents since we need a new one. I think tonight we might go check them out and try to find the right one for us.
For my family, the ultimate camping has always been Yosemite. We grew up there and and it was like our second home. I bought this new Sunset magazing hoping to find other places to camp that are a little closer than Yosemite. Hopefully there will some weekend camping going on a couple times this year.
THINGS OF BEAUTY:
There are a couple of things that I got from my Mom's house, (although we have yet to face that giant beast of a house and go through it). I'd like you to see them.
These were my Grandmother's, and although they are probably from the 50's, I adore them. They are from Germany, and are so delicate. Candle holders, you know?
Another thing I love is this decanter. It was also my Grandmother's. As a kid of the 60's and 70's, I used to sit and look into it looking for Jeannie.
It's heavy crystal, and I think it's so beautiful!
I do hope all is going well for you on
this beautiful Sunday.
So, after years of wanting to pickle, I finally did it with friends. We had a Pickle-Party! Everyone brought stuff to pickle and jars. At the end we just divided it up, swapped & traded.
And the finished product...
Jams and jellies next!
Oh,.....I forgot to tell you that Joe and I got engaged last month on June 26th. After (almost) 18 years together, we decided to tie the knot. We are looking at a barn wedding, next Spring. A small wedding of 45, family and our closest friends. Here are two pictures that are exactly what we are going for:
And the tables....
I've already started collecting the vintage stemware seen here.
Well, that's my BIG news! Until next time.
One of the things I loved most about my childhood was the exposure to books. My Mom was an avid reader and passed on to me the love of books. There were a few books from my childhood which really stand out, and I'm sure, helped shape me into the person I am today.
The first of these books is, Sound of Mystery by Bill Martin Jr. This was one of my sisters school books, but it became a very important book for me. I remember laying on the carpet, looking at the book, making up stories that went with the pictures. Not being able to read yet, I would fall into the illustrations of cities and amusement parks, and get lost in their wonder. I think I love pattern so much because of this book. It also has the scariest story I had ever heard, up until this time, "The Shinny Bone". The cover of the book always intrigued me, and as you may know, I have a very ghoulish side to me.
Here are a few of my very favorite pages....
A few other books that thrilled this little mind of mine were, What Time Is It, which had a lenticular cover and the pictures were of posed puppets. I love this book.
Anther story that I loved was Little Black Sambo. I really loved this story, and the sweet little pictures that accompanied the story. The idea of tigers running around a tree, faster & faster, until they turner into butter! WOW! Can it really be? Maybe that's why I love pancakes with butter to this day! Sambo's problem solving skills amaze me even today.
This is the book we had, that housed the Little Black Sambo story.
There are so many wonderful books that are part of me. I have been able to save and keep track of many of my books, and those I did loose, I've replaced.
I wonder if kids today read much. I mean, most little kids that I know under age 7 have their own iPads. One can only hope that they fall into the world of books, by opening one up.
I've wanted to tell you this for awhile, but there have been things standing in my way. Like how to get a video ready to post to a blog, and then how to post it.
The story goes like this.....
I got tickets to an early screening of Streisand's new film, The Guilt Trip, before it opened, and I don't know if I can go. Why? Because they were for the weekend that my Mother died. After she passed on Friday, I thought that I could use the smile, and enjoy some time away from my house. On Sunday, with my niece Felicia in tow, we headed to the west side of town. I knew there was going to be a "LIVE feed interview" piped into all the theaters across the country after the film...but I didn't know they were filming at the screening I was at.
After the movie, Barbra, Seth Rogan and an interviewer come in and started the taping, as we all sat there in awe. I positioned myself to be about 2-3 feet from where Barbra was going to exit the theater. While it was going on, I saw Barbra's assistant of 35+ years, Renata and she had Barbra's dog Samantha. I talked to Renata and got to pet Samantha, and show her my tattoo!
I thought maybe she would tell Barbra about it in the limo on the ride home. Well, as it turns out, I got to show it to Barbra myself!
As they were trying to get Barbra out, and among all the screaming of her name, I managed to get one memorable moment with her. I was about three feet from her, and as she she being rushed out, I said, "Barbra!....look at my tattoo"! She stopped, spun around and said, "Tattoo"? I held up my arm so she could see it, and she said, "WOW! That's extreme.....but I love it"! I put my hand on hers, (it was on the shoulder of the security guy between us), and said, "I love you". She smiled and then was gone. It only lasted 10 seconds, but that's all I needed.
I turned to Felicia, who's grin was a mile wide, and said, "Mom just gave me that moment,THANK YOU Mom"!
My sadness lifted for the next day or two, and I kept thinking about what a great and wonderful angel I now had watching over me. She knew I needed that moment, right then and there. She's good. She's REALLY good!
About a week later, Barbra mentioned me and the tattoo in an interview.....
So...there you have it all rolled up in a nice little present. A sad boy realizing that his guardian angel was watching out for him.
* This post is bought to you with the help of Joshua Ratledge & Mary Ann Moss.
"Who are you"?
Interesting that she DIDN'T ask me, "So,...what do you do"? We had already been introduced and had been siting next to each other on a couch talking for the past 25 minutes. She was a 77 year old woman with a warm British accent. We had talked about her days of working and living in London, Paris and New York City. Without too many details, she told me about what she liked and didn't like in each city. She had worked at the U.N. until she retired, and then moved back to London, only to realize how many more times she would see her son before her death. She had moved back to L.A. where he lived to increase the number.
I paused after she asked the question, smiled and said, "I can do this". I smiled because I realized that she wasn't asking about about my job, but rather who I was. "I'm apretty happy person. I'm talented. I love my life, my partner Joe and my pets. I'm an artist, with many friends and a lust for the unusual". She smiled and nodded, and said, "and...". I had to think. Who was I really? It was really weird to think about all the different thing that I am that make up the whole, that made me who I am. How often do we describe ourselves by our jobs? I'm a "Mother", I'm a "grocery clerk", I'm a banker, etc.... I continued on without ever mentioning my "job".
I just thought that whole thing was very interesting and it got me thinking today.
So.....WHO ARE YOU?
Santa Monica Beach. Something nice for you to look at today.
Seee you soon.