I would like to say what an adventure already this week has been. I have not stopped running since Amy and i landed in south Florida. after an all night flight from LAX leaving at 1:30 am wed. and as always the hassle at the airport. to go through the check out is horrendous. LAX is under all kinds of construction, and the terminal we had to go through must have been the worst. when we arrived we were a little hungry, not a single place was open, not even a vending machine was anywhere to be found.. but before we knew it we were boarding. once aboard, i decided to take the advice of a few friends, one particular that suggested meditation, stephen, so i tried, closed my eyes and started to listen to my breathing, and before we had reached cruising altitude i was a sleep. and surprisingly so, i slept..in a flutter of forgotten dreams, we were landing in Houston, Tx. and with a mild rush to the next Gate, which as it turned out was at the far end, what a surprise. in the wrong shoes i might add. i asked a girl driving one of those golf carts through the terminal of united/continental (now merged) for a lift, and gratefully she did glide us through to the gate, where Amy and i backed tracked for the worst coffee ever brewed on earth, Star Bucks, and was i glad to have it!! We boarded the connecting flight, and i was sure i wouldn't be able to sleep on that short flight, but before u know it, i caught the sun rising and my eyes fading into dreamland again, i awoke to a harsh landing in miami. BAM, and there we were, Clyde there, on time to pick us up, and off to an Israeli restaurant, for a bite to eat.
From there we left clyde at the enterprise where he'd left his Porsche, and off we went to our lavish accommodations. just so one is very informed the cheeper the motel in florida the more likely vagrants and drug addicts reside and waste their lives doing unspeakable things. frankly, i wouldn't care, but that unsavory type is last the group i want to hang with when i'm selling jewelry, have all my life's work in a suit case, and unarmed, no man or weapon, which i'm beginning to think is a must.. ready for the shooting lessons.. saw a fellow artisan put a gun in his pants one day packing up and nearly wet my pants.. not only was it sexy, but really wise.. that's when i started to think, would i be sexier with a gun in my pants? hahaha.. probably not.. but i'd feel a lot safer.. especially after the week in this hell hole we stayed in..
after such a long night flight we opted for the beach, where we recouped, took in some sun and were swept up by the sound of a gentle surf, gliding up upon the sand, the topaz blue sea fading into sapphire as far as the eye could sea!
we decided to check out delray, where the show was to be, and grab a bite, found a bar with music, an irish pub, with little charm but a band, which as it turned out was a bit loud , even amy at 27 thought so.. too funny, so we graduated to the outside, chatted and went back to the motel. we spent the rest of our funds at publix the south east grocery chain, to save money, and the manager of the store made friends with us that first day, and each time we went in he'd find us some how.. and offer us a pleasant greeting.. frankly this has to be the nicest publix I've ever been to,, in the eighteen years i lived in florida i never knew one employee at a store i frequented every other day.. unbelievable..
thursday we went to pick up my booth set up, at my former residence, and friday we set up. and off to the financial sales race we were, early in the morning.. I had a strategy and was working it, probably to death, but did do relatively well, saturday, was brutally hot and humid, i was wet all day, my hair became a curly sue disaster!! but as no one knows how it was or should look compliments to my frieze was frequent.. so many elderly, that is likely they would have needed a better prescription to see i looked like hell.. with a big smile on my face and cheer to go around.. surprisingly not one really interesting conversation took place most of the weekend, a fellow artisan spent the weekend sharing, innuendo with me, which was good for a laugh, and some really older man whom id met years before, who sells pearls and stones, innuendo hah, thought i was the catch of the weekend and hit on me, from his electric chair!! FUCK!! he explained that years before upon our first meeting, i had flirted with him. I said "what in your wildest dreams would make u think that, i was a married woman and never ever looked at another man in my entire marriage", i hardly look now.. !! as the pervert tried to look down my blouse and up my dress, what the…. before u know it he and his electric chair which he'd driven into my booth, were gone.. jackass.. being a woman is really something.. just because we look at a man, and are polite hardly constitutes flirtation.. oddly the poor bastard came back 3 times on sunday to say hi, and i blew him off each time.. and thats not what your thinking!! ewwww.. guess NO means maybe to some.. and yes to others, whatever happened to the meaning of NO anyway, guess we often cant reely make up our minds, so we say no and then renege.. i myself rarely do that, if ever, oh well ..of course there are some exceptions! life, as confusing as can be..
Sunday, was even hotter, and i slashed prices to their bottom price and moved gems out!! in the end i did do well, and frankly barely made a dent in the inventory i have, good thing, off to work in a few weeks to the sunshine state again for my most beloved show, Sunfest, where i will spend the weekend, selling and enjoying the company of friends, blessed as always..
I am writing from the fair skies of my flight aboard united/continental.. at last, but they are a bit behind the times and haven't wi fi, what's this world coming too? technology i love it when we have it, so i will have to postpone my published piece till i land..
i was tortured to have not written and posted last saturday, so i appreciate my understanding readers for my latest broadcast, from which i have little life analogies today, only to say i am looking forward to going home to my safe apt, with my darling children, who love me, and putting my arms tightly around them.. and to be in my own shower, my bed, my kitchen.. my town.. and in my car.. easter to come, and my fun week, with my pair of pixies to share it with and slip some needed work in too..
what i would most like to say is this, one does appreciate a bit more what one has when for a moment in time, there is a break, when for a bit separated for what ever reason, a wealth of appreciation for a treasured friend, family member, or ones beloved children, is then restored to it's natural state, be it ever changing, still where it is meant to be.. for now..
with the greatest love and gratitude for my children, friends, and (fantasy lovers!!) {tell me that's not funny} as i leave some and reunite with others.. kisses to all!!
Andrea and my absent Crew
