Friday, January 9, 2015

It's all about

my Craftmatic Adjustable Bed, because YES, my back has chosen yet another way to kink itself in the midst of me decompressing from being unemployed.  I think I might be allergic stressless situations, or maybe stress is the only thing (not love) which keeps me together.

So, here is a picture of my adjustable bed
and my PJs

Monday, January 5, 2015

Just when you thought it was safe

Even I'm calling my holidays over.  It's Monday, January 5th, 2015 and I'm ready to get back into it, but "it" is all self-motivated stuff.  I'm trying to figure out what I want to do next but I'm up to Entrepreneurial Venture 73, and am trying to multi-task between restarting my coursera courses; work on my chandelier;  work on my blog / newsletter, updating my email list for my personal blog; start refinishing the Eames bent plywood chairs I bought for a lark; researching Etsy stores; updating my resume; and restarting my perma-diet.

One thing at a time...  even though I think my brain just exploded on the sandwich plate.  That said, here's one thing I did finish following through on - getting a better picture for LinkedIn.  My friend, Leslie, helped me overcome my morbid fear of the Cosmetic Sales persons and since she speaks Beauty, she helped me navigate a makeover at Nordstroms.  Well, actually, now I've had three because I need lessons.  It's not like I was born with the knowledge of how to apply lipstick as though it were a homing instinct.  There are RULES to be followed.  I now know this:  "Dramatic lips, neutral eyes.  Dramatic eyes, neutral lips."

I can follow the dots just fine on this.  I feel like I've actually gotten a nap.


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Art of Making Lists

It is a Tuesday.  
Standing under the shower this morning I had the urge to remain until the hot water ran out.  It feels like I've run a long race.  I'm winded and want to lean over, hands braced against my knees, try to catch my breath.  Even though I'm technically on vacation, even though technically I'm not retired, and technically my Monday retirement date is in doubt because of yet another glitch in The System, I can feel the freefall.

Today I picked up my pen again.  While this long weekend has been fun, it's been quite busy.  I've cancelled my walking appointments because I really don't know what I want to do when.  Even so, the calendar alarms are going to have their volumes dropped a bit.  It doesn't mean that my memory is getting any better, it means I've become entranced with the idea of hand-moving-across-the-paper and notecards again.  I pulled out my 3x5 notecards and began to scrawl reminders for the day, then made one for tomorrow, then one for Thursday.  That was as far as I could get before I didn't want to plan any longer.

Monday, May 13, 2013

We're off to see the Marsala

The fortified wine, Marsala, is made on this island. We're at the northwestern part of Sicily, Marsala is in the southwestern part. We woke up at 6:30 this morning. We are soooo over jet lag and back into the middle-aged restless sleep that we feel just like we're at home. Cefalu sits at the base of La Rocca, a piedmont thrusting onto the Mediterranean surrounded by the frozen tufa of a forgotten eruption. The bougainvillea and oleander are in bloom,the green comes from thistle, cactii, and arbor vitae instead of softer grassesn and blooming cherry trees of Seattle. We're up before the B&B breakfast will be prepared so we'll go down our 67 steps to the piazza below, order cappuccini and eat the Sicilian croissant. These are not crispy as much as they are like a very soft roll. There always seems to be some surprised stuffed in them. We still haven't gotten the phone situation figured out. Sunday was Sunday and only jewelry, clothing, shoe, and jewelry stores were open (yes, the duplication of "jewelry" was intentional. There are that many jewelry stores). Yesterday, once we finally found a store, we realized we hadn't brought a passport. So, we are a mess - and what else is new?
There are 67 steps up to the B&B we're staying at. That's after you get to the top of the hillside portion of the town. This charming B&B has another 12 steps to go to get to the terrace overlooking the Mediterranean. Cefalu is a resort town for Italians, Sicilians, French, Germans and all the rest of the world. It's nestled at the base of a piedmont, perched atop volcanic runs frozen into tufa from some long-ago eruption. The town has charm and it knows it. Yesterday, Sunday, was confirmation day for many of the town's children. Dave & I sat in the piazza sipping cappucini watching the small procession go by. There were more relatives, friends, and family than tourists. It was the kind of event every tourist hopes occurs while they're in a town, the local event which enwraps family and strangers alike. The children, dressed in long white cassocks, carried white daylilies singing about Jesu being alive. Their families carried baskets of rhodedendron and left them on the church steps. The brass bells rang noon.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Don't drink and

Try to navigate the Rome airport. We arrived from Amsterdam at Gate B6. We were pleased to see this was across the aisle from the gate we needed to connect to Palermo. So we hustle our buns over and aroundand through the construction zone of Fiumocino Airport to get to the smoking room behind security. Puff puff We come back to Gate 5, but itnow reads Torino where it last read Palermo. And no, the Partenza boards didn't show our flight. Did I happen to mention that in Seattle, there is no KLM presence any longer, just the ticket you bought on the internet for which we could NOT print a boarding pass b/c it was an internoational flight. KLM in Seattle is Delta, but how did I know that? I dunno. It appears my psychic abilities are intact today.

When in Rome

Noon isnot too early for my firstshot of the day, is it? It's 4am somewhere.