Last night, i almost got to bed early, for me. 11:34 p.m. My sleep habits changed... last year when i went on the road. I started living in the bi-coastal. Taking to friends on the east coast till 9pm and then friends on the west coast till 12, 9 west coast time. for one i was on the road, with the crew, alone for the first time, and then there was my others impending health issues.

Then when i arrived in L.a i was up all day and night. never went back to that routine of in bed by 9 asleep by 10. now i can't seem to shut the brain down, but at last, i was asleep early to the sound of rain drops drumming at the roof of my coach, and the tapping on the awning, i put out for the first time, since we left L.A.

I'm still exhausted, maybe too much sleep, or is it i may never catch up from the long drive, the early morns just as i arrived east to work and then the long drive to rochester, 8 hrs. fortunately it was a quick journey to Canandaguia, where we set up camp at the KOA, for a few days before the show this weekend. was moving at a snails pace yesterday, took my time, slowly emptied the holding tanks from the weekend, and parked the coach. then reread some texts from the day/night before, smiled, and took a pathetic shower with no water pressure. and then off to get supplies. God awful Walmart. we had a lot of fun though, hadn't been in a store in a year. put things in the basket, then put them back. nope, don't need that, went through my head. came home with nothing but the necessities.

Plan on working on changing my work schedule, and then looking for a local thrift shop, found out from a camper here, that there is an encampment, just a few miles away that we can visit, from the 1840's. love that kind of stuff, and love to go back in time. and have done so many times before. If we dress the part we can go into the special area, completely out of this time. a good reminder of how we got here, in 2010. evidently those moccasins we found in new mexico r gonna come in handy!! think i'd better find a hat to cover my colorful hair, or they'll know we r time travelers, don't want to be discovered!

If u were to go back in time when and where would u go? who would u most like to meet? I'd like to go to new york, and visit with Tesla, i'd follow him around like a puppy dog. I tell him that no matter what anyone says don't listen to them. I beg for a ride in that car he built, with westinghouse. and to show me how it worked off of the frequency of the earth. I think i'd like a visit with jefferson also. A time when we were really inventing ourselves . . . our future, one we seem to be really fucking up now. or at least governments. We the people will have to do something to about this... I appreciate capitalism but not at the expense of the people. The plans they have for us.. not too good, and there aren't enough Walmarts, home Depos, and the like for us to all work at anyway. I will NOT GO DOWN THAT ROAD!!

so here's to art, and the endless imagination.. anything is possible, and there's no such think as can't. I can, i can... we all CAN... R U WITH ME?

till tomorrows thoughts of yesterday.

andrea and crew

It is a sunny morning, in rochester, high cirrus, whitening the sky, quite different from the Maxfield Parish blue sky at sunset last nite. In the parking lot of an iceskating rink we've stayed in over the last 8 years, for the art show in Cornhill. The weekends weather was outstanding, compared to the full on rain we'd incurred last summer. 80 degrees nearly no humidity, under the shade of the tree where my booth has been for 4 of the 8 yrs i've sold here. The crowd was lighter than in years past, a sign of the times, as we all wonder, is this it, is this kind prospecting for gold over, like the days in california, during the gold rush. suddenly towns closed up and left ghosts behind. I see main streets, with empty stores, signs for lease, just the beginnings of ghost towns of our futures. sounds dim. but it is a coarse, and when one door closes, another opens...

I've found that in my experience it has always been tricky as one passes through, but once through it, it has always been by far better than what was left on the other side. so we can only hope that this too shall to be for best.

surrounded by artists, i find less of them have an exit plan, many r not really artists, and r looking to figure out what it is they can create that will sell, in this currant environment as we all buckle down to spending less as do the customers. selling things that people don't need, I sold one necklace, and bracelet to one of those customers from days past, evidently there's at least one out there, i'd originally asked $225. and was happy to find it a home for $145. and a bracelet once $135. for $95. and was glad to have it. what was once icing on the cake, is now the boost that helped keep the days sales in check. sold earrings, but just one to each person that, was up for the parting of $$, where once they would have likely done all their christmas shopping, at Up Your Ear. past out a lot less cards, of the 5000 I'm prepared to part with this year. often 200. now maybe 1/2.

I had the privilege of visiting with friends i parted with, now a year. loved ones whom over the years became family. Hugs and kisses, embraces hard to let go. as so many have kept up with our lives and it's sudden changes in so short a time. The brave, one might say, exit from a marriage, filled with negativity, no hope. and my mothers illness, taking from us, her presence, in the physical form. A privilege i could have never known had i not just up and left it all behind, and driven out to california, where i still have to get used to calling home, after staying on. to find a new future.

Plans of art projects, i've put off for a life time, will be my exit plan, have many ideas but have a sure focus on one I've always wanted to do. and now, with the grace of god, i hope to persue when L.A i return.

Till more thoughts manifest i bid u all a good day...

with all our love, and wishes for a profitable summer, in love and $$.. (:

Andrea and Crew

it's off to work we go...hi ho hi ho

Snow white, that is what my french teacher said i reminded her of when i was 14. I only have 2 dwarves though!! enough.

Left the cape today, to get to rochester . seems as though my most perfect people tested me all day. in the end patience was sacrificed. If i here myself say stop it one more time..

evidently i didn't sleep well.. madeline told me i woke her up screaming in my sleep. something about the motor home. but it was undistinguishable I never remember my dreams, just my day dreams!

i just got a smile... as Andres watches indiana jones, and they mentioned "when the cows come home" I say it all the time, and one day when Andres came home from school, he announced the cows were home!! and everyday there after, along with the warmest hug a person, much less a mom could receive. and with that melts away the annoying day, and lets in the sun as it sets over syracuse, at the late hour of 9:15 pm. love summer here. hot as hell, but beautiful, the farms streaming by as we cruse at 75 mph. Madeline made popcorn and we ate it as we drove, and watched real movie time.

while driving today i got a call from the IRS, they r auditing me for 2008. she was to call me on tuesday, but no decides to call me again while i'm driving. as i was talking to her, on my cell, i kept saying... i'm driving. at least 10 times, till madeline started screaming, that's our exit to

I-90, all of a sudden i'm screaming FUCKK... I MISSED MY EXIT, GODDAM I, FUCKKK.!!!! she took the clue.. off the fing phone... wants to hook up with Alfredo and i in the next few weeks, is she kidding. over my dead body. haven't worked in months and i should fly to florida. is she nuts..they'd pick on me now. what the heck, lets see i haven't got money to by groceries and she thinks i'm cheating the government, quite the other way around, if u ask me. maybe the government would like my house, fuck i sure don't!!!!!!!!!hahahaha and she can have the PT crusier Alfredo crashed last month too. they can cash in on that worthless art i've collected at art shows through the years, maybe that should do it.!!

hell, i haven't a sarcastic bone in my body.. she can really take it. and all the other stuff i bought into, about the american dream.

i'd like to be free of it all, keep driving down the road, with smile on my face, and a lot less responsibility. just the rent, my crew... and me

lov to all

andrea and crew

Stop to smell the flowers, not just the roses!! and keep your eyes open for the boababss

It's Tuesday, and i swore i would sleep in, evidently according to my body clock 7:42 am, is the limit to that.

I am deeply conflicted... The way i set the schedule for shows this year, was based on years past, and so choose to try out the cape for many weeks, after this weekend, I'm not so sure this was my best choice. at least not financially. now what gets to me is the relationships being forged here in just over a few days. My neighbors in the campsites around me are tremendous people, and my crew has found friendships, and fun, and a lot of laughter, with the children here, of their same ages, i hear Andres laughing and it sends me to heaven and back again.

Unlike in years past, where we are in a different location every week with so much time driving, we would be in one place for many weeks, and so we could all have the chance to make friends, mostly it would be nice for the kids, we were invited to join, a group at the beach after the show, and did. it was so nice.

When at first we met Bob, it turns out he is in charge of some ministry, which of all things has it's main office in .... ok wait for this.... L.A. La Brea and Sunset.. less than 2 miles from Roots Place. do the coincidences ever end, then later, Chris, another camper here, comes to check out the new people on the block, Us, and it turns out he writes, and even crazier, is a "Mason".. for those that don't know, my grandfather on mom's side, was a Mason and her mother Agusta, was eastern star, so i feel a draw here but can't quite put my finger on it.

As for now i will contemplate . . . I do not want to choose between personal growth, and financial. and frankly don't think i'm in a position to choose. and yet, i must then completely rely on faith, that i am where i am supposed to be, right now. ... and everything will be just fine. hopefully better than fine.

oh and about those blue flowers i mentioned previously that are out side of the many quaint cottages of the cape this year, along pretty wood fences, when i returned home to the camper, on my picnic table, was a glass, filled with the beautiful, blue flowers and a note that said.."see u next weekend, Kate, Chris, and Emmet. Can u beat that? I swear i hadn't even mentioned my love for the blue flowers.

devine.. let it stay that way.. continue on with the good stuff of life.

and may it all work out so i can "Pay The Rent"!! too funny right?

love to all, my deepest.

Andrea and Crew