when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Thursday, November 30, 2006


A Jewish wedding, oy vayesmere, what a blast. People of all ages from 3 to 70+ singing and dancing until they puke. Actually I think I was the only one who ended up puking the next day; didn't get out out of bed until 6 pm. Mom-Mom, my 86 year old grandmother wanted me to go to the emergency room. Ahh the Jewish wedding,the anecdote to anti-semitism. Invite anyone from any religious or ethnic background and they will be doing the Hava dance, with the bride and groom over their heads, seated in chairs and a hundred crazy people laughing and swirling around them. As my favorite cousin, Samantha the private jet pilot said that night, "We are wicked Jewish!"

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Literal Friends

After my last post, Michelle ONeil commented: Michelle O'Neil said...
(From The Secret, Stacy)Visualize what you want."I am so happy and grateful now that....." fill in the blank.
I think she was responding to this line: My dreams have been fractured and melt like snowflakes on the wood stove as I try to reclaim them.
I was speaking literally; I haven't been able to remember my dreams when I woke up in the morning for nearly a week. I can remember dreams I had before the age of four. I remember being born and being six weeks old in my great grandmother's arms as she sang a Hebrew lullaby to me and rocked me in a rocking chair by the sunlit window. She was so warm and the room was golden and the sunlight danced across the polished Oak floor. Back and forth, back and forth. She sounded something like this,"Ahhl le loo, le loo, le loo leigh. I loved it.
I'm so happy and grateful now that I took a few minutes to remeber this feeling of unconditional love from my great grandmother. I'm so happy and grateful now that I have won the lottery (300.00;last night), I'm so happy and grateful that sometimes I don't remember my dreams because they can be disturbing and nightmarish. I'm so happy and grateful to be sitting in this South Pacific paradise sipping fine wine as the sun sets over the ocean and Tate is rubbing hot oil onto my back while all those people at home are stressed out and freezing rains fall on them and their houses are feeling a bit damp and musty as all the relatives and pets hide from the wind and the rain. Okay, all better now.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Mercury Major Retrograde

According to the NASA web site, of which I am a subscriber, Mercury made a solar transit on November ninth. This apparently occurs every 300 years. Every time Mercury transits the Earth, communications go completely haywire. When the great messenger crossed paths with the Sun 2 weeks ago, I lost the ability to think in one complete sentence. The puppy, now snuggled on my side was supposed top fly in on Thursday the ninth. Theresa in Ohio, his breeder, travelled an hour to the airport in the wee hours of the morning and sat for hours waiting for the cargo hold to open. They opened at 7:30 with less than the mandatory 2 hour check in time available. Kramer(the puppy) and Theresa were sent home. He flew in the following Sunday and he's great but that's another story. The court date for Wiley versus the Faust character landlord had been set for Wed. the 8th. After months of volleying with the plaintiffs, all paper files and evidence for such trial were accidentally locked in a file cabinet to which we had no key. Finals are about to begin. I am going to my little cousins wedding the day after Thanksgiving. It's a black tie affair and I have nothing to wear and it's in Florida and my bank accounts are nearly empty. My dreams have been fractured and melt like snowflakes on the wood stove as I try to reclaim them. I plant and separate bulbs in my garden, looking for one continuous thought to play from cover to cover.No blogging, no writing, the first twenty days of November.