really wanted to share this with everyone.. as it adorns my bathoom wall at home, absolutely no one ever leaves there without reding it, and for those that have they rea it again, and again.. with my love i submit....
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.
the last line was never on the version my mother had, as it is still hat way in my bathroom... she never new the last line..
I'm thinking of u leslie..
Andrea and Crew
Thursday 12 August 2010
Never look down on anybody, unless you're helping them up.
Read quietly then send it back on its journey
To realize
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.
To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.
To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.
To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
Who has given birth to a premature baby..
To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
Remember....
Hold on tight to the ones you love!
my friend Gail T sent this to me, i've recieved it before... but it works for me anytime.. do i need to forward this.. i think not.. it's here 4 u 2 read!
xo, would u believe i'm at the other open air market.. obviously very busy!
andrea and crew
Read quietly then send it back on its journey
To realize
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.
To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.
To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.
To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
Who has given birth to a premature baby..
To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
Remember....
Hold on tight to the ones you love!
my friend Gail T sent this to me, i've recieved it before... but it works for me anytime.. do i need to forward this.. i think not.. it's here 4 u 2 read!
xo, would u believe i'm at the other open air market.. obviously very busy!
andrea and crew
Wednesday 11 August 2010
Meet u in the laundry
well i know what to write tonite.. what a day.. god must love me!! because getting up at 5:15 am and i'm still up.. while most go through a day,relatively uneventful, not a day passes for me that is.. how could anyone even keep up.. god bless anyone, who would take on me..
i got to the, market, other wise considered an open market, evidently there's a difference. from flea market as i would learn today..
and will try the flea market in dennis tomorrow, just for he hell of it..
received an unexpected call from a friend.. that was quite nice this early morn..delighted..
went on to a dismal sales day after last week wed was so Great.. what the fuck who can figure..
well the plan was laundry there after.. first a bite.. as suddenly i can eat just a little.... oh thank god.. not that i want to go over board,so thrilled with my new figure, i've maintained for the last year.. it may not be as youthful as it might have been, but it's never been better, and better late than never!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so i'm going with that.. and grateful! :)
back to the laundry.... oh wait, lets not neglect my nice lunch of the perfect fried clams, burger for maddie, and oh wait for this chicken for Andres.. a text from my dearest Argin, that's another story, i look forward to sharing. oh and other calls.. ooo la;la
so anyway.. Diane, from last week, who decided adopt Andres, employed him to follow her through out the laundry collecting lint, from the filters, and any treasures she found she gave to him.. coins mostly, a quarter, dime, penny. and surprising things like a lego or two.. so today.. she decided to make him earn it and asked him to carry the bucket while she cleaned the lint traps.. and not much was reaped , like last week .. at first.. but at the end there was a dollar bill, oh and then.... another..
and a lighter.. and i received that with the comment i could use one..
next thing u know we are folding laundry and diane offers madeline a job, to sweep, i said sweep, i'll fold, and so miss madeline did. and the next thong u know, diane and i were folding, she was helping me. and we started to talk.. over the laundry.. and i really don't know how it came up.. but .. she had lost her mother, 2 years ago and was the sole care taker, for her mothers last 10 weeks, also cancer.. we were on the same page.. and in the mist of our conversation, we were both filled with tearless tears.. as we folded.. what a moment..
This is why I get up in the morning..because u just never know what wonderful things may happen.. and why i can hardly sleep.. as i relish each and every moment.. i don't want to live a single day..any differently..
before i left the laundry, and my new found friend, diane, i put my Up Your Ear card on the bulletin board, as madeline had suggested, just after i arrived, back at camp, my phone rang.. .. "Up Your Ear" i answered.. to the unfamiliar area code.. It was Diane.. "do u like Lobster"?
are u kidding me!? that all i'm eating while i'm here." well then she says, my man is a lobster guy, i will make us a pick nick for next wed. when u come back to do the laundry.. lobster rolls, will the kids eat them?" yes.. chicken for Andres!
I love my fucking life.. and for the first time, in forever, the laundry queen.. me.. can't wait to do the laundry..again... next week..
so much happened today, long deep talk with willy, my love. future plans.. UP YOUR EAR a house hold name... it's coming..
right now, i've never been happier.. even with life's adversities. like madeline poured corn chips over Andres' head while i had 6 customers, standing there..
hahahahahaha..
does it get any better!! i'm smiling
I love u all so much..
don't miss a moment..is all i can say.. we are not promised tomorrow.. i may be repetitive, but it is so true.. we have no idea what are destiny is.. or how long we have to enjoy all those that make it what it is, when u see the sunshine .. it's because it rained ..
amen
Miss Andrea D.. and crew.. i love so.
and as miss Root would say..
see u in the laundry..ohhhhh mom i miss u .. but i'm listening . . . every day.
i got to the, market, other wise considered an open market, evidently there's a difference. from flea market as i would learn today..
and will try the flea market in dennis tomorrow, just for he hell of it..
received an unexpected call from a friend.. that was quite nice this early morn..delighted..
went on to a dismal sales day after last week wed was so Great.. what the fuck who can figure..
well the plan was laundry there after.. first a bite.. as suddenly i can eat just a little.... oh thank god.. not that i want to go over board,so thrilled with my new figure, i've maintained for the last year.. it may not be as youthful as it might have been, but it's never been better, and better late than never!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so i'm going with that.. and grateful! :)
back to the laundry.... oh wait, lets not neglect my nice lunch of the perfect fried clams, burger for maddie, and oh wait for this chicken for Andres.. a text from my dearest Argin, that's another story, i look forward to sharing. oh and other calls.. ooo la;la
so anyway.. Diane, from last week, who decided adopt Andres, employed him to follow her through out the laundry collecting lint, from the filters, and any treasures she found she gave to him.. coins mostly, a quarter, dime, penny. and surprising things like a lego or two.. so today.. she decided to make him earn it and asked him to carry the bucket while she cleaned the lint traps.. and not much was reaped , like last week .. at first.. but at the end there was a dollar bill, oh and then.... another..
and a lighter.. and i received that with the comment i could use one..
next thing u know we are folding laundry and diane offers madeline a job, to sweep, i said sweep, i'll fold, and so miss madeline did. and the next thong u know, diane and i were folding, she was helping me. and we started to talk.. over the laundry.. and i really don't know how it came up.. but .. she had lost her mother, 2 years ago and was the sole care taker, for her mothers last 10 weeks, also cancer.. we were on the same page.. and in the mist of our conversation, we were both filled with tearless tears.. as we folded.. what a moment..
This is why I get up in the morning..because u just never know what wonderful things may happen.. and why i can hardly sleep.. as i relish each and every moment.. i don't want to live a single day..any differently..
before i left the laundry, and my new found friend, diane, i put my Up Your Ear card on the bulletin board, as madeline had suggested, just after i arrived, back at camp, my phone rang.. .. "Up Your Ear" i answered.. to the unfamiliar area code.. It was Diane.. "do u like Lobster"?
are u kidding me!? that all i'm eating while i'm here." well then she says, my man is a lobster guy, i will make us a pick nick for next wed. when u come back to do the laundry.. lobster rolls, will the kids eat them?" yes.. chicken for Andres!
I love my fucking life.. and for the first time, in forever, the laundry queen.. me.. can't wait to do the laundry..again... next week..
so much happened today, long deep talk with willy, my love. future plans.. UP YOUR EAR a house hold name... it's coming..
right now, i've never been happier.. even with life's adversities. like madeline poured corn chips over Andres' head while i had 6 customers, standing there..
hahahahahaha..
does it get any better!! i'm smiling
I love u all so much..
don't miss a moment..is all i can say.. we are not promised tomorrow.. i may be repetitive, but it is so true.. we have no idea what are destiny is.. or how long we have to enjoy all those that make it what it is, when u see the sunshine .. it's because it rained ..
amen
Miss Andrea D.. and crew.. i love so.
and as miss Root would say..
see u in the laundry..ohhhhh mom i miss u .. but i'm listening . . . every day.
letter from Wally
Have been reading your blog, and thus know you are now divorced. So, congratulations. I keep reading the descriptions of the place with the water and the sailboats, etc. Where is it?
Hope sales improve for you. People are not spending money and states are going broke. Wish Andres a happy birthday and tell Maddie she's a great kid and the experience she's getting traveling is worth a thousand hanging out with friends. She has all fall and winter to do that. I know she probably misses people of her own age, but being as bright as she is, and a reader, and having an amusing mother (you), tell her to look on the bright side.
When I was a kid I had rheumatic fever and had to stay in bed for .a year and a half, never even saw another kid. I was frustrated at the time, but like Maddie, a reader. Now that I look back on that year and a half, it probably did more for me than any other time. I learned to be self reliant, figured ways to entertain myself and keep from getting bored. My sister still remembers that I made my own paper dolls and designed clothes for them and did the same for her when we lived in Nyack.
One of your other blog followers, Linda Le Bo Ritchie is a painter and a metal sculptor, very talented and an extremely nice person. She lives in Fort Myers. She and her other half, Larry, are also having a hard time which is made worse by the gulf disaster affecting the tourist activity. Sorry you're not going to meet them, you'd like her a lot. She's also very beautiful. Your father only met her twice and he still refers to her as "Linda Beautiful".
Did the house sell? The motor home? Anything?
Read the email you got from Roseanne. I always wondered what happened to her. She drove Eugenia from the East to your mother's when Eugenia and Kenny broke up. They stopped here and Roseanne explained she had saved a bit of money and was following her dream of becomong an actress and was at that point sharing the apt with your mother. Anyway, I always hoped she had some success as I admired her guts-leaving a good job, tossing everything and going for it. Next time you communicate, say hello to her for me.
Anyway, keep blogging!
Love, Wally
Hope sales improve for you. People are not spending money and states are going broke. Wish Andres a happy birthday and tell Maddie she's a great kid and the experience she's getting traveling is worth a thousand hanging out with friends. She has all fall and winter to do that. I know she probably misses people of her own age, but being as bright as she is, and a reader, and having an amusing mother (you), tell her to look on the bright side.
When I was a kid I had rheumatic fever and had to stay in bed for .a year and a half, never even saw another kid. I was frustrated at the time, but like Maddie, a reader. Now that I look back on that year and a half, it probably did more for me than any other time. I learned to be self reliant, figured ways to entertain myself and keep from getting bored. My sister still remembers that I made my own paper dolls and designed clothes for them and did the same for her when we lived in Nyack.
One of your other blog followers, Linda Le Bo Ritchie is a painter and a metal sculptor, very talented and an extremely nice person. She lives in Fort Myers. She and her other half, Larry, are also having a hard time which is made worse by the gulf disaster affecting the tourist activity. Sorry you're not going to meet them, you'd like her a lot. She's also very beautiful. Your father only met her twice and he still refers to her as "Linda Beautiful".
Did the house sell? The motor home? Anything?
Read the email you got from Roseanne. I always wondered what happened to her. She drove Eugenia from the East to your mother's when Eugenia and Kenny broke up. They stopped here and Roseanne explained she had saved a bit of money and was following her dream of becomong an actress and was at that point sharing the apt with your mother. Anyway, I always hoped she had some success as I admired her guts-leaving a good job, tossing everything and going for it. Next time you communicate, say hello to her for me.
Anyway, keep blogging!
Love, Wally
lets see if i can get a few words out, before i get my crew up to do the stupidest thing i ever did on a show schedule, go to the flea market.. not because it is the flea market but because i have to get up at 5:15.. made coffee this morn, without the coffee.. too fucking early! and it is too hard. i thought it would be easier than driving so much..well think again.. I'm more tired than i've ever been! and the crew are too.. oh dear, well.. only this week and next and were off to new york, then a weekend off.. no choice, couldn't find a show for the weekend of sept 18th, and 19th, mom's birthday as it turns out..
and on the topic of mothers, i was blessed with 2.. and as a reminder, i got a little something extra special this early morn in my in box! a letter from Wallis, my step mother of 30-40 years.. my mom also..(and tears as i write of joy and a tissue so i can see to write) and as it turns out another anonymous reader!!!I would say, had it not been for her, it might likely be i wouldn't write.. because after i decided to move with my dad, and wally, that summer, when i was 12.. with the determination to make friends, and learn to really read, write, add and subtract.. she was there. to help.. and i'll never forget her telling me one day, that something i'd wrote for a school lesson, homework , sounded like spinach!!..so back i went to my very own room, and rewrote it, to find that when at first u don't succeed, try, try again.. and here i am, now writing.. and to find her reading it.. amused.. appreciating my look at things.. i have always seen the glass half full, though maybe not back then.. though i think i did.. It was a big move.. and a big decision for a 12 year old. my first of many, in my life to come as it would turn out.. naturally!
I was so, so happy to here from u wally.. and have called several times to leave just a mere message on the message machine.. and i see that dial up isn't a problem when reading my blog, well thats good news..
well the sun is coming up, it's a little lighter out side now, and the birds here in the cape, back at camp, are chirping their early morning song.. probably titled "whats for breakfast" mine is the coffee which now for the second brew has produced coffee.. it always helps to put coffee in the coffee maker, when making coffee!! see how early it is.. and i brace myself for another day.. wonder what it has in store for me.. more coffee perhaps!
and some sunshine, a smile from some fellow venders, laundry there after, in orleans, ma. on our way home, to camp where at last andres has a friend he can't wait to play with, brendon, and his lovely family, who have been so kind, and have thrown in a few tid bits of learning, and confirmations, in raising 2 other people, we can release on the world one day, to be productive, self reliant, polite, well manored.. all those good things, and remind me, we are all in the same boat on this one.. with the same worries, and issues as parents.. and it helps..keep the sanity.. if i could call what goes through my head as sane! i am.. with a hint of crazy.. thanks to the Neumann and the Derujinsky in me.. and a little Gault too.
thanks Wally.. I LOVE U, HAVE ALWAYS AND ALWAYS WILL.. THANKS FOR BEING THERE, FOR ME, so many times.. like all last fall, while i braced myself for moms impending departure.. you have come to be a great source of strength for me, and this morn, to my delight. so let me get ready.. check the spelling.. which takes longer than writing this bs.. and get the crew up, to their dismay, and certainly mine, sleeping children should be left to lie.. but .. we all must get up now.. and get going.. onto the next little venture.. and what a day may bring..perhaps a new secret reader will appear.. what a crack up... i must say there is a lot to be said about the mystery.. one should treasure that, of course one might think they know a lot about me after this diary, but u might be surprised also.. even i don't not know everything. about myself! oh and don't go down the google way, shit.. everything i've ever answered to is there.. holy crap! good thing as i looked over it the other day i hadn't written anything i might regret.. and i will always keep that in mind.. so till permission is granted i will withhold Wally's letter.. surely worth a publish..
till later today maybe..be well dear friends.. u secret readers, voyeurs into my little story.. the definition to that word is pretty funny.. Voyeurs.. thought of it as something else.. heck i'm leaving it..
good day folks
Miss Andrea and Crew
and on the topic of mothers, i was blessed with 2.. and as a reminder, i got a little something extra special this early morn in my in box! a letter from Wallis, my step mother of 30-40 years.. my mom also..(and tears as i write of joy and a tissue so i can see to write) and as it turns out another anonymous reader!!!I would say, had it not been for her, it might likely be i wouldn't write.. because after i decided to move with my dad, and wally, that summer, when i was 12.. with the determination to make friends, and learn to really read, write, add and subtract.. she was there. to help.. and i'll never forget her telling me one day, that something i'd wrote for a school lesson, homework , sounded like spinach!!..so back i went to my very own room, and rewrote it, to find that when at first u don't succeed, try, try again.. and here i am, now writing.. and to find her reading it.. amused.. appreciating my look at things.. i have always seen the glass half full, though maybe not back then.. though i think i did.. It was a big move.. and a big decision for a 12 year old. my first of many, in my life to come as it would turn out.. naturally!
I was so, so happy to here from u wally.. and have called several times to leave just a mere message on the message machine.. and i see that dial up isn't a problem when reading my blog, well thats good news..
well the sun is coming up, it's a little lighter out side now, and the birds here in the cape, back at camp, are chirping their early morning song.. probably titled "whats for breakfast" mine is the coffee which now for the second brew has produced coffee.. it always helps to put coffee in the coffee maker, when making coffee!! see how early it is.. and i brace myself for another day.. wonder what it has in store for me.. more coffee perhaps!
and some sunshine, a smile from some fellow venders, laundry there after, in orleans, ma. on our way home, to camp where at last andres has a friend he can't wait to play with, brendon, and his lovely family, who have been so kind, and have thrown in a few tid bits of learning, and confirmations, in raising 2 other people, we can release on the world one day, to be productive, self reliant, polite, well manored.. all those good things, and remind me, we are all in the same boat on this one.. with the same worries, and issues as parents.. and it helps..keep the sanity.. if i could call what goes through my head as sane! i am.. with a hint of crazy.. thanks to the Neumann and the Derujinsky in me.. and a little Gault too.
thanks Wally.. I LOVE U, HAVE ALWAYS AND ALWAYS WILL.. THANKS FOR BEING THERE, FOR ME, so many times.. like all last fall, while i braced myself for moms impending departure.. you have come to be a great source of strength for me, and this morn, to my delight. so let me get ready.. check the spelling.. which takes longer than writing this bs.. and get the crew up, to their dismay, and certainly mine, sleeping children should be left to lie.. but .. we all must get up now.. and get going.. onto the next little venture.. and what a day may bring..perhaps a new secret reader will appear.. what a crack up... i must say there is a lot to be said about the mystery.. one should treasure that, of course one might think they know a lot about me after this diary, but u might be surprised also.. even i don't not know everything. about myself! oh and don't go down the google way, shit.. everything i've ever answered to is there.. holy crap! good thing as i looked over it the other day i hadn't written anything i might regret.. and i will always keep that in mind.. so till permission is granted i will withhold Wally's letter.. surely worth a publish..
till later today maybe..be well dear friends.. u secret readers, voyeurs into my little story.. the definition to that word is pretty funny.. Voyeurs.. thought of it as something else.. heck i'm leaving it..
good day folks
Miss Andrea and Crew
Tuesday 10 August 2010
OH DEAR GOD , DO KEEP UP THE BANTER, AS I SO DO NEED IT .. it's hard out here and madeline had her first break down about how hard this is, and how she misses her friends, she'll miss them more when we're living in the homeless shelter!!
not gonna happen.. did i mention alfredo signed the papers, he sent me a text, that said CONGRATULATIONS, I did not respond. while i was hooking up the van to the motor home to drive..
so mean while back at the ranch we r planning Andres' 7th birthday, some neighbors are coming by.. with their kids and some long time friends, who we know that r here., for this sunday.. a fire, some food, gifts, cake!! we ordered the cake today 30 minuites of deciding!
thought we'd never leave the store.
so do plz.. u r so funny.. u definaltely should write.. and it helps when u are writing to a friend! thats why the blog cont as a letter to friends..
love u dear, so happy to know u better.. roots here! and there! even when u got outta the car and went to the directors guild. u should have just gone up anyway.. sit at the table, look over the pool.. ur invited anytime, wiether im there or not..
ttus
andrea or should i say.. Miss D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From: redorchid
Subject: Re: Blogging and traveling
Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2010 10:32:02 -0700
To: upyourear
Absolutely! Cut and paste to your heart's content. I'm glad you appreciate my rather warped sense of humor. We, your sister, "peanut" (Alex), and I did have fun on the trip, even if the car did blow up on us somewhere in nowhere Virginia.
Look forward to reading more and will communicate more. If talk is cheap, how much does it cost to write e-mails? Glad I could provide some entertainment for you and the crew.
Love,
Rosanne
On Aug 9, 2010, at 6:03 AM, Andrea wrote:
may i have your permision to copy and paste this as i just fucking love your writing.. and the laughs i would love to share!! added a new one last night.. will try to write more often.. do love it so.. and your letter really helped get me going last night when i was able to put finger nails to keys!! and if my nails get any longer, i will be in another state and still be able to "Not" type or spell! u r so funny.. so glad to get to know u.. my dear friend..
andrea
> To: upyourear
> From: rosanne
> Subject: Blogging and traveling
> Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2010 12:38:56 -0700
>
> Just finished reading your entire blog as I ate my breakfast. What
> do people do while they're eating alone in their dungeon, listening
> to other people's bad taste in music? They read your blog and look
> at the pictures!!!! For information, I love taking pictures of
> flowers and have tons of them. That's quite an accomplishment for
> someone who hardly ever leaves her house.
>
> I really enjoyed your talking about the different places. It gave me
> wanderlust, especially since I'm on "vacation" from the college,
> albeit an "unpaid vacation". I'm a typical New Yorker who knows
> nothing about the middle of the country. Isn't it just there so we
> have something to look at as we go from east to west and vice versa?
> People actually live in the Midwest and do stuff just like us city
> folks on the coast? What a concept! I did do a rather hurried cross
> country trip, with money from Barbara S,, with your lovely sister
> back in 1999, no time to smell the flowers or anything else. It was
> getting from point A to point B. There was that time when we didn't
> get a motel room and slept in the car, after having traversed the top
> of Texas where it was over 90 degrees. There were lot of smells that
> day, but they weren't from the flowers. It doesn't take long for the
> body to decompose, and we weren't even dead!
>
> You're probably working and, hopefully, making tons of money. It's
> still a bit chilly here. They're probably having hotter weather in
> Russia! Yesterday I went to a screening at the Director's Guild. I
> found myself back in the "hood" and, boy, has it changed. It was
> kind of strange to park my car on Hayworth and not be able to go in
> and say hi to Root. By the way, I had never shared an apartment with
> anyone, except my two husbands, until I moved there. It was quite an
> experience at my advanced age. It wasn't exactly "The Golden Girls",
> more like "The Weird and Crazy Girls". And I do have those tapes.
> Unfortunately, I had to get married to have my own apartment. When
> you grow up in a Sicilian, Catholic family, the only way you move out
> is in a white dress or a pine box. I chose the former.
>
> I'll stop here. Say hi to the "crew" for me. If you send an e-mail,
> I don't mind reading a long message from someone who's on the road
> while I'm sitting in my dungeon. I also look forward to more blogging.
>
> Love,
>
> Rosanne
not gonna happen.. did i mention alfredo signed the papers, he sent me a text, that said CONGRATULATIONS, I did not respond. while i was hooking up the van to the motor home to drive..
so mean while back at the ranch we r planning Andres' 7th birthday, some neighbors are coming by.. with their kids and some long time friends, who we know that r here., for this sunday.. a fire, some food, gifts, cake!! we ordered the cake today 30 minuites of deciding!
thought we'd never leave the store.
so do plz.. u r so funny.. u definaltely should write.. and it helps when u are writing to a friend! thats why the blog cont as a letter to friends..
love u dear, so happy to know u better.. roots here! and there! even when u got outta the car and went to the directors guild. u should have just gone up anyway.. sit at the table, look over the pool.. ur invited anytime, wiether im there or not..
ttus
andrea or should i say.. Miss D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From: redorchid
Subject: Re: Blogging and traveling
Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2010 10:32:02 -0700
To: upyourear
Absolutely! Cut and paste to your heart's content. I'm glad you appreciate my rather warped sense of humor. We, your sister, "peanut" (Alex), and I did have fun on the trip, even if the car did blow up on us somewhere in nowhere Virginia.
Look forward to reading more and will communicate more. If talk is cheap, how much does it cost to write e-mails? Glad I could provide some entertainment for you and the crew.
Love,
Rosanne
On Aug 9, 2010, at 6:03 AM, Andrea wrote:
may i have your permision to copy and paste this as i just fucking love your writing.. and the laughs i would love to share!! added a new one last night.. will try to write more often.. do love it so.. and your letter really helped get me going last night when i was able to put finger nails to keys!! and if my nails get any longer, i will be in another state and still be able to "Not" type or spell! u r so funny.. so glad to get to know u.. my dear friend..
andrea
> To: upyourear
> From: rosanne
> Subject: Blogging and traveling
> Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2010 12:38:56 -0700
>
> Just finished reading your entire blog as I ate my breakfast. What
> do people do while they're eating alone in their dungeon, listening
> to other people's bad taste in music? They read your blog and look
> at the pictures!!!! For information, I love taking pictures of
> flowers and have tons of them. That's quite an accomplishment for
> someone who hardly ever leaves her house.
>
> I really enjoyed your talking about the different places. It gave me
> wanderlust, especially since I'm on "vacation" from the college,
> albeit an "unpaid vacation". I'm a typical New Yorker who knows
> nothing about the middle of the country. Isn't it just there so we
> have something to look at as we go from east to west and vice versa?
> People actually live in the Midwest and do stuff just like us city
> folks on the coast? What a concept! I did do a rather hurried cross
> country trip, with money from Barbara S,, with your lovely sister
> back in 1999, no time to smell the flowers or anything else. It was
> getting from point A to point B. There was that time when we didn't
> get a motel room and slept in the car, after having traversed the top
> of Texas where it was over 90 degrees. There were lot of smells that
> day, but they weren't from the flowers. It doesn't take long for the
> body to decompose, and we weren't even dead!
>
> You're probably working and, hopefully, making tons of money. It's
> still a bit chilly here. They're probably having hotter weather in
> Russia! Yesterday I went to a screening at the Director's Guild. I
> found myself back in the "hood" and, boy, has it changed. It was
> kind of strange to park my car on Hayworth and not be able to go in
> and say hi to Root. By the way, I had never shared an apartment with
> anyone, except my two husbands, until I moved there. It was quite an
> experience at my advanced age. It wasn't exactly "The Golden Girls",
> more like "The Weird and Crazy Girls". And I do have those tapes.
> Unfortunately, I had to get married to have my own apartment. When
> you grow up in a Sicilian, Catholic family, the only way you move out
> is in a white dress or a pine box. I chose the former.
>
> I'll stop here. Say hi to the "crew" for me. If you send an e-mail,
> I don't mind reading a long message from someone who's on the road
> while I'm sitting in my dungeon. I also look forward to more blogging.
>
> Love,
>
> Rosanne
Monday 9 August 2010
ok what subject do i want to broach tonight? well i have a second follower!! its Madeline.. oh dear sorry miss B.. but don't see u signing up.. that's ok.. but as for the rest of u.. secretly reading.. well.. that just a riot.. fine then keep it to ur selves over ur morning coffee, tea and crumpets what ever!
there must be a statistics page here i will look into it as to how many readers i actually have! because i'm certainly, getting e-mails.. one to follow from roseanne is a crack up.. she's just a riot, incidentally, i have her written permission to publish, so know what ever u write to me in confidence i shall never publish, without ur written permission.. some things r for just us.. whoever us is.. if that makes any sense..
noodles with butter.. hope their still good.. cooking here sucks..
ok there great, with the butter left over from the little tiny lobsters we had for dinner, andres had.. oh wait hold ur breath.. chicken!
my challenge this week is to find a way to restore my maiden name, along with work, the crew, lets face it kids, and sales, my website which is still not up, willy.. and no time to breath.. and yet i still have time for bullshit like this.. frankly this could be exactly how things do change.. by changing ones focus.. to the other things.. who knows, maybe this is the next,or augment the one i have, income.. we should do what we love and the money will come, i read somewhere. well if it doesn't i have other loves, and something will come of something! plan "A" and "B" of course..
so long as it isn't ordinary or conventional, i'll be satisfied, so long as i don't have to clock in.. I truly would if i had too.. but i wish never to.. i want to keep my schedule.. as it is, for he kids, as little as it seems to them, most of the time.. i can take them to school, go on field trips, take pictures.. make dinner before they get home, while working from the comfort of my home, while i clean up the kitchen.. dear god does it ever end. but it beats the alternate, of working 9-5 or 12am to 7am boy wouldn't want that.. but to each his own.. we all have our lot to fill..
sounds just a little prince.. didn't read it tonight.. and madeline is back on her bunk.. with a little space for herself, wish i could say the same for my bed, with all her stuff there. well she's straightening up tomorrow, it was a long day today..
and nether of us could move..
till we hear the whispers of crickets humming, together.. the sound of the roaring sea, wearing a sweater, as the wind beats against our cheeks, to gaze upon a sunset.. watch the sun melt into the sea over La Jolla.. what a sunset.. the joy of seeing old friends, and meeting new ones..
be well...
Miss Andrea and Crew
and btw.. this is the start of common law name change.. so there folks..
there must be a statistics page here i will look into it as to how many readers i actually have! because i'm certainly, getting e-mails.. one to follow from roseanne is a crack up.. she's just a riot, incidentally, i have her written permission to publish, so know what ever u write to me in confidence i shall never publish, without ur written permission.. some things r for just us.. whoever us is.. if that makes any sense..
noodles with butter.. hope their still good.. cooking here sucks..
ok there great, with the butter left over from the little tiny lobsters we had for dinner, andres had.. oh wait hold ur breath.. chicken!
my challenge this week is to find a way to restore my maiden name, along with work, the crew, lets face it kids, and sales, my website which is still not up, willy.. and no time to breath.. and yet i still have time for bullshit like this.. frankly this could be exactly how things do change.. by changing ones focus.. to the other things.. who knows, maybe this is the next,or augment the one i have, income.. we should do what we love and the money will come, i read somewhere. well if it doesn't i have other loves, and something will come of something! plan "A" and "B" of course..
so long as it isn't ordinary or conventional, i'll be satisfied, so long as i don't have to clock in.. I truly would if i had too.. but i wish never to.. i want to keep my schedule.. as it is, for he kids, as little as it seems to them, most of the time.. i can take them to school, go on field trips, take pictures.. make dinner before they get home, while working from the comfort of my home, while i clean up the kitchen.. dear god does it ever end. but it beats the alternate, of working 9-5 or 12am to 7am boy wouldn't want that.. but to each his own.. we all have our lot to fill..
sounds just a little prince.. didn't read it tonight.. and madeline is back on her bunk.. with a little space for herself, wish i could say the same for my bed, with all her stuff there. well she's straightening up tomorrow, it was a long day today..
and nether of us could move..
till we hear the whispers of crickets humming, together.. the sound of the roaring sea, wearing a sweater, as the wind beats against our cheeks, to gaze upon a sunset.. watch the sun melt into the sea over La Jolla.. what a sunset.. the joy of seeing old friends, and meeting new ones..
be well...
Miss Andrea and Crew
and btw.. this is the start of common law name change.. so there folks..
Sunday 8 August 2010
its so much over so many short days. i'd like to share the view out my window, listening to music, tide in.
still in the parking lot, incredibly quiet at last, i can try and put down few words.. so many thoughts .. who needs driving.. frankly i do.. just for that time to myself. as madeline cried, she just wants to be alone!! my teenager to be, that, as i did at 12, wanted to be in one place, make friends, learn to read, write and make friends... nothing i wanted more... of course she's an unbelievable student, doing extremely well.. but the scenario is the same, that need to connect.. to our own.. find out , in her case, who is her kind.. she's a Root incarnate
When i was 8 or so, just after my mom was divorced, and had surgery, cancer of the cervix, or something, she went to the west indies, to recover, spent time with stan,( more on him later, i'm sure. ) after she returned she said to 2 little girls, how would u like to move to the west indies for 6 months, after describing how the stars were so close, u could reach up and touch them.. ok mommy.. lets go.. and son of a bitch if she didn't sell everything and move us to the west indies.. where we lived, for 6 months in the friendship bay hotel, had a christmas there.. i remember every detail, could so take u there.. but wont .. the coral stone like path, from the cottages we stayed in , after quite a short spell in the main hotel.. up some stairs to the left that took u into the dining room, a big parrot in a cage, surely saying "Hello"
the cottage must have been small quarters, i just can't clearly remember.. i remember, making taffy, in the grand hotel kitchen, with brenda.. picking cherries from a tree, out back that same kitchen..
ultimately miss Root, not then, really Root, decided to stay on, and rented a house at the gap.. Bequia, and her new life began.. as Root.. so many could not understand.. i certainly just went with the flow, until we did leave. another long story, worth telling at some time, only to say, that we came back to the states, when i was 10, turning 11, and when summer vacation with dad came up we went to california, where mr Gleb, had recently relocated from new york.. it was the perfect place, a house, with room.. space for ones self.. i jumped on the opportunity to live there, and eugenia, and i stayed to my moms dismay.. more on that sometime.. most significant.. madeline is at that point.. so this will have to change, fortunately she doesn't need to learn to read or write in 6th grade, which no excuses, addresses my spelling issues!
maybe less trips on the road, some way to make Up You Ear a success in a completely different way..
and my other art plans.. i simply can not, not do art.. so god.. i need and want this.. some way to do more than pay the rent.. by creating art!..i wanna make my ..opps cant say.. wouldn't want to give it away.. but i'm doing it..
all dreams can come true.. i don't want to grow into the person that doesn't believe, not in just fairies, but all our dreams.. anything is possible..true love, great work, the joy of sleeping in! boy we'll need that around here... communication.. boundaries, and then none at all.. or pushing the limit, just a bit right? how can we ever know what can be if we set our selves up for what others think.. who gives a darn, maybe we would be respected .. maybe after we're dead..
well with that let me think, hope i'm funny tomorrow..
had some fun moments at the booth today, but nothing can top yesterday.. even with biz not so good, i had some good banter, with a friend, i do hope, by phone..
and another day has past.. a slight breeze coming in the window, my last look at this harbor.. scituate.. ma. love these americans.
who drive over to the parking lot, i'm camped in, to just watch the boats come in, and the sun set.. my people..
I need, more adult companionship! but i'm good for now.. thank god.. and the many friends that help guide me..
and the crew, which is why i get up everyday, not that i wouldn't, but what great motivation
i love u crew, and i know this is hard.. i'm sorry..
with all my love,
miss Andrea and Crew, god bless them..
and everyone else we know..
still in the parking lot, incredibly quiet at last, i can try and put down few words.. so many thoughts .. who needs driving.. frankly i do.. just for that time to myself. as madeline cried, she just wants to be alone!! my teenager to be, that, as i did at 12, wanted to be in one place, make friends, learn to read, write and make friends... nothing i wanted more... of course she's an unbelievable student, doing extremely well.. but the scenario is the same, that need to connect.. to our own.. find out , in her case, who is her kind.. she's a Root incarnate
When i was 8 or so, just after my mom was divorced, and had surgery, cancer of the cervix, or something, she went to the west indies, to recover, spent time with stan,( more on him later, i'm sure. ) after she returned she said to 2 little girls, how would u like to move to the west indies for 6 months, after describing how the stars were so close, u could reach up and touch them.. ok mommy.. lets go.. and son of a bitch if she didn't sell everything and move us to the west indies.. where we lived, for 6 months in the friendship bay hotel, had a christmas there.. i remember every detail, could so take u there.. but wont .. the coral stone like path, from the cottages we stayed in , after quite a short spell in the main hotel.. up some stairs to the left that took u into the dining room, a big parrot in a cage, surely saying "Hello"
the cottage must have been small quarters, i just can't clearly remember.. i remember, making taffy, in the grand hotel kitchen, with brenda.. picking cherries from a tree, out back that same kitchen..
ultimately miss Root, not then, really Root, decided to stay on, and rented a house at the gap.. Bequia, and her new life began.. as Root.. so many could not understand.. i certainly just went with the flow, until we did leave. another long story, worth telling at some time, only to say, that we came back to the states, when i was 10, turning 11, and when summer vacation with dad came up we went to california, where mr Gleb, had recently relocated from new york.. it was the perfect place, a house, with room.. space for ones self.. i jumped on the opportunity to live there, and eugenia, and i stayed to my moms dismay.. more on that sometime.. most significant.. madeline is at that point.. so this will have to change, fortunately she doesn't need to learn to read or write in 6th grade, which no excuses, addresses my spelling issues!
maybe less trips on the road, some way to make Up You Ear a success in a completely different way..
and my other art plans.. i simply can not, not do art.. so god.. i need and want this.. some way to do more than pay the rent.. by creating art!..i wanna make my ..opps cant say.. wouldn't want to give it away.. but i'm doing it..
all dreams can come true.. i don't want to grow into the person that doesn't believe, not in just fairies, but all our dreams.. anything is possible..true love, great work, the joy of sleeping in! boy we'll need that around here... communication.. boundaries, and then none at all.. or pushing the limit, just a bit right? how can we ever know what can be if we set our selves up for what others think.. who gives a darn, maybe we would be respected .. maybe after we're dead..
well with that let me think, hope i'm funny tomorrow..
had some fun moments at the booth today, but nothing can top yesterday.. even with biz not so good, i had some good banter, with a friend, i do hope, by phone..
and another day has past.. a slight breeze coming in the window, my last look at this harbor.. scituate.. ma. love these americans.
who drive over to the parking lot, i'm camped in, to just watch the boats come in, and the sun set.. my people..
I need, more adult companionship! but i'm good for now.. thank god.. and the many friends that help guide me..
and the crew, which is why i get up everyday, not that i wouldn't, but what great motivation
i love u crew, and i know this is hard.. i'm sorry..
with all my love,
miss Andrea and Crew, god bless them..
and everyone else we know..
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