Hey just reading my stats, one of my favorite pages when i post, i check back frequently to see who's reading, and where the sources are coming from. Just love that kind of thing.. just so u know i have readers from everywhere, but today i can not tell u how many people from russia were reading.. what's up with that.. look it can not be that difficult to sign up and add a comment.. i love reading them so please do find a way to contribute, by adding ur self to the comment list and if u have something positive to say, say it.. there's no room for negativity just so u know!!!
having a great day, look forward to posting all about it later!!!
andrea, and my absent crew!!
Wednesday, 29 December 2010
Monday, 27 December 2010
and the journey continues
Here i sit in my former back yard, figuratively as well as literally, for the evening in my former home where nothing has been moved, I've started a fire, which warms my back, roaring behind me, the big tv, distracting me as i write, 2 girls from london, now in beverly hills, where my back yard is missing us all.. and yet the greetings of loved ones here has been so joyous.
christmas now past, and a new year approaching, i still take deep breaths. I have had the privlege of spending my nights at my dear friend sheri's god love her, in her tiny condo, in pompano, living with her 2 girls, 3 cats, and a wild pitbull, lab mix, who races through the room, at about 90 mph, as his uncut tail wipes out everything on the over crowded coffee table, i rest peacefully with the cats, the dog, and oh the fish tank, which has running water all night long, like the sound of a good pee, when u haven't gone all day and it seems to never end, i'm surprised i haven't wet the bed!!
and the crew, with their father, as i come and "baby sit" when alfredo is at work, valet parking cars.. I Made a turkey and some stuffing, along with sweet potatos, with apples, sliced and alturnating with cream, butter, cinnamon, nutmeg, powdered ginger, and cloves, brown sugar, and baked, yum... left them all a nice dinner and departed christmas eve. and back to sheri's, where we visited, though she was not feeling well at all, nothing like this time of year where colds run rampant.. ugg i got to bed early, and was up early, for christmas day, while sipping coffee wrapped the few gifts, i had ordered on line for the crew, my beloved children, and arrived on time at 10am to wrap the last few, with alfredo, it was really fun, he's the wrapper of the year!! and always was.. we chatted pleasantly while waiting our sleepy children's appearance. it was a pleasant day, and i finished packing the U Haul van with my booth set up, so i could work the weekend in Delray.
I awoke at 5am, i set my phone 3 times so as not to over sleep, whether i got a space on stand by or not, i was on my way, to Delray, in of all things early morning rain, which fortunately didn't continue for my many friends setting up while i waited, my chance at a space, not to be.. I had the fun of visiting with friends predawn, in the early morning darkness i first ran into the these two brothers, the most extraordinary men, who's mother is a good friend, many years now, and surprisingly Adrian, much like a serious Knight, had a smile on his face, quite becoming, in the cold morn, as they were setting up, one can always count on a smile from the prince like Jordan, both delightful this fine day, and onto my dear friends Mike and Kira, who last year Mike and his father insisted on my immediate departure from my art tour to be with my mother, for her last days on earth, what a thrill to see, as we r in touch, often, but nothing like touching the ones who have made such an impact on my life, then on to find many other artists friends whom i've known so many years, and then, Gail and Greg, practically family, calling them friends would be a sin.
They all were routing for me to get a space, and some dear ones even tried to put in a good word, but Heleine from American Craft Endeavors has long for gotten i was the original Up Your Ear, and when the others came along, she let them in when i'd been a loyal, exhibitor for many years, booked all their shows, where ever they were, while living in a pop up camper with my ity bity baby, madeline, nursing her at the booth, even, that long ago, we lived where ever the next show was.. from camp ground to camp ground.. now when it was my turn to be the last to apply, left out in the cold, and i might add literally, as it was fucking freezing in delray sunday morn. By 8:30 the verdict was in miss Derujinsky, would not be working, fine then, more time to catch up with friends, drink tea, and as the sun shone warm upon my shoulders through the layers of clothes, i rejoiced..I was able to do something never before, have one on one time with friends i so care about. The morning chatting with Marcy, sharing all kinds of life stories hers and mine, we have a connection i can not explain, never have, just that when in her presence, the light is brighter, she is many rays of the sun, unlike those that might be considered A RAY, that would be selling her short. maybe it is that we have in common, if i give myself any credit, and if i don't, who will.. hahaha...
I had run into James who makes kettle corn, and the best anywhere, i swear, and had offered my services if he needed, and sometime late day i got a call to bag corn, and off i ran, now if this isn't funny enough, i was a fucking riot, the corn is sold in to sizes, $3 and $5 or rather small and large and as Luigi was cooking it and customers were standing there i'd ask, at first, 3 or 5? not long after i was saying so u want a big one or a small one, followed by.. oh no wait, hahaha so u want a big hot one or a small one? which was completely miss interpreted by the adults in the crowd.. and only encouraged my naughty side, I wonder if James will ever let me sell again!! of course i "up sold" everyone i could and probably sold 80 bags of kettle corn, in 2 hrs, and then was off and on my merry way to visit with yet another friend, an intimate private moment, no words, just love.. and my day concluded, and back to the "zoo" where i would rest my head, body and soul.
Monday just a better rendition to sunday, more moments with friends, more time with Marcy, her prince and Knight to learn of their other fantastic labor of LOVE.. their new non profit corporation...Human Spirit Foundation.org which through arts, of all sorts the re-awareness of injustices upon our fellow man, genocide throughout history, and how we can change the world we live in through art, and the love of people, and hopefully learn the only prejudice we should have, should be against prejudice itself.
my love and support, as i wish you copy and paste this web link and share it with others of like mind, we'll work on the others in this way...
I am blessed, as are we all, when we are able to look around us and find passion in what we do for the sake of doing.. for ourselves, others benefit.
Andrea and crew
christmas now past, and a new year approaching, i still take deep breaths. I have had the privlege of spending my nights at my dear friend sheri's god love her, in her tiny condo, in pompano, living with her 2 girls, 3 cats, and a wild pitbull, lab mix, who races through the room, at about 90 mph, as his uncut tail wipes out everything on the over crowded coffee table, i rest peacefully with the cats, the dog, and oh the fish tank, which has running water all night long, like the sound of a good pee, when u haven't gone all day and it seems to never end, i'm surprised i haven't wet the bed!!
and the crew, with their father, as i come and "baby sit" when alfredo is at work, valet parking cars.. I Made a turkey and some stuffing, along with sweet potatos, with apples, sliced and alturnating with cream, butter, cinnamon, nutmeg, powdered ginger, and cloves, brown sugar, and baked, yum... left them all a nice dinner and departed christmas eve. and back to sheri's, where we visited, though she was not feeling well at all, nothing like this time of year where colds run rampant.. ugg i got to bed early, and was up early, for christmas day, while sipping coffee wrapped the few gifts, i had ordered on line for the crew, my beloved children, and arrived on time at 10am to wrap the last few, with alfredo, it was really fun, he's the wrapper of the year!! and always was.. we chatted pleasantly while waiting our sleepy children's appearance. it was a pleasant day, and i finished packing the U Haul van with my booth set up, so i could work the weekend in Delray.
I awoke at 5am, i set my phone 3 times so as not to over sleep, whether i got a space on stand by or not, i was on my way, to Delray, in of all things early morning rain, which fortunately didn't continue for my many friends setting up while i waited, my chance at a space, not to be.. I had the fun of visiting with friends predawn, in the early morning darkness i first ran into the these two brothers, the most extraordinary men, who's mother is a good friend, many years now, and surprisingly Adrian, much like a serious Knight, had a smile on his face, quite becoming, in the cold morn, as they were setting up, one can always count on a smile from the prince like Jordan, both delightful this fine day, and onto my dear friends Mike and Kira, who last year Mike and his father insisted on my immediate departure from my art tour to be with my mother, for her last days on earth, what a thrill to see, as we r in touch, often, but nothing like touching the ones who have made such an impact on my life, then on to find many other artists friends whom i've known so many years, and then, Gail and Greg, practically family, calling them friends would be a sin.
They all were routing for me to get a space, and some dear ones even tried to put in a good word, but Heleine from American Craft Endeavors has long for gotten i was the original Up Your Ear, and when the others came along, she let them in when i'd been a loyal, exhibitor for many years, booked all their shows, where ever they were, while living in a pop up camper with my ity bity baby, madeline, nursing her at the booth, even, that long ago, we lived where ever the next show was.. from camp ground to camp ground.. now when it was my turn to be the last to apply, left out in the cold, and i might add literally, as it was fucking freezing in delray sunday morn. By 8:30 the verdict was in miss Derujinsky, would not be working, fine then, more time to catch up with friends, drink tea, and as the sun shone warm upon my shoulders through the layers of clothes, i rejoiced..I was able to do something never before, have one on one time with friends i so care about. The morning chatting with Marcy, sharing all kinds of life stories hers and mine, we have a connection i can not explain, never have, just that when in her presence, the light is brighter, she is many rays of the sun, unlike those that might be considered A RAY, that would be selling her short. maybe it is that we have in common, if i give myself any credit, and if i don't, who will.. hahaha...
I had run into James who makes kettle corn, and the best anywhere, i swear, and had offered my services if he needed, and sometime late day i got a call to bag corn, and off i ran, now if this isn't funny enough, i was a fucking riot, the corn is sold in to sizes, $3 and $5 or rather small and large and as Luigi was cooking it and customers were standing there i'd ask, at first, 3 or 5? not long after i was saying so u want a big one or a small one, followed by.. oh no wait, hahaha so u want a big hot one or a small one? which was completely miss interpreted by the adults in the crowd.. and only encouraged my naughty side, I wonder if James will ever let me sell again!! of course i "up sold" everyone i could and probably sold 80 bags of kettle corn, in 2 hrs, and then was off and on my merry way to visit with yet another friend, an intimate private moment, no words, just love.. and my day concluded, and back to the "zoo" where i would rest my head, body and soul.
Monday just a better rendition to sunday, more moments with friends, more time with Marcy, her prince and Knight to learn of their other fantastic labor of LOVE.. their new non profit corporation...Human Spirit Foundation.org which through arts, of all sorts the re-awareness of injustices upon our fellow man, genocide throughout history, and how we can change the world we live in through art, and the love of people, and hopefully learn the only prejudice we should have, should be against prejudice itself.
my love and support, as i wish you copy and paste this web link and share it with others of like mind, we'll work on the others in this way...
I am blessed, as are we all, when we are able to look around us and find passion in what we do for the sake of doing.. for ourselves, others benefit.
Andrea and crew
Saturday, 18 December 2010
I'm leaving on a jet Plane
It is at last I write, sitting in my perch, tonight, the window seat of my office/bedroom, gladly looking out my stationary window, the rain gently showering, the street below my window sill, for a city, surprisingly quiet, outside of the tinkle of steady drops of rain, glistening upon my window, floor to ceiling, and like stars, sparkling against the screen..
My antisapation of my up coming journey, the crew and i, to florida, by air.. departing early, too early for words, we three, packing mentally, as madeline has already, completely packed, like grandma root who packed and unpacked , for a month before this same trip, for a few great years, to ft.lauderdale..
My title of this, reminds me of when i was quiet small, we'd moved to the city, Manhattan, from Pound Ridge, and my sister and i made a little stage in our room and sang the song to my mom, who was leaving to go to Bequia, i believe, and it was a popular song on the radio. she was going to spend 2 weeks there, to recoup from major surgery, the loss of her ovaries, due to cancer.That crazy woman came back 2 weeks later and said to two little girls how would you like to move to the west indies, where the stars are so bright, you can reach up and touch them.. and we said gleefully, "Yes mommy, we'd love to!" we packed up, sold things and moved to Bequia, for 6 months, and stayed 3 years!!!
Two little white girls, and what mom came to be know as, a bit later, the white Queen. We, at first, stayed at Friendship bay Inn, a most beautiful hotel, owned by stan young and his brother, they were from england, my mom had befriended or vis versa, stan during her honeymoon with Gleb, my father. My mother made friends, and developed friendships like none other. The hotel was massive, elegant, remote, hovering over the bay, and beach. I can remember many things about that first 6 months like it was yesterday, I was nearly 8, at the time, i remember our first christmas there, we'd moved from a hotel room to a cottage, style room, and i even think we had a tree, outside, the only gift i remember was a tiny radio, that had little ear buds, if u will, for those days. and ten days later i would turn 8. another birthday, i don't remember.
One morning, at breakfast in the sprawling dining room, the server, taking our order, and the wall of windows over looking the bay, sunny, an empty room but for us, and the bequian girl said after some incredibly long wait for OJ, after my mom inquired how long it would be, "Soon come" the standard answer for anything in Bequia, which basically meant, when ever its ready, or whenever period. another time at a luncheon in that same dining room, nearer to the floor to ceiling, wall of windows, a long set of tables, dining on turtle soup, a broth.
I remember one of many days on the beach that first six months, not long there, my mother had made many friends, Pam and Nick, Holly Ford, and Rusty Ford, and family, Tiare and Lee Austin, and their wild boys, about our ages, Winnie and Peter, the boys still friends of mine to this day, Jimmy Carvel and his lover Sandy Meisner.. a famed acting instructor, and booloo, and let me not for get christina miller, the young 20 yr old that arrived on her 100 foot black baltic trader from denmark, having captained the ship to Bequia with 2 young men, her crew. we had been embraced by all these people, and at 8 so impressionable, can remember all being so mad about Nick, I swore if i ever had a son, i'd name him nick, of course i had a son, but didn't name him nick after all.. but at that moment, walking along the shore, i knew i'd have a son one day..
Six months later, no way did my mother want to move back, state side, and so looked for a place to rent, found on the top of the center of the island, the Gap, where the road split in a "Y" left to friendship bay, and right to pageant farm. and we prepared for life as island girls, and registered for school, went to a seamstress to make our school uniforms, green skirts, and white shirts, and proper shoes, the private, one room (seventh day adventist) school, built of cinder blocks that didn't meet the galvanized roof, divided by two huge free standing black boards, 3 teachers, and grades, i was placed i believe in 5th grade, next to the first graders on my side of the black board, Miss Jarvis was the teacher, eugenia was on the other side. 2nd, 3rd, and 4th.. their was an out house for a bathroom. we walked with the other island children to school down the winding narrow, one way often, road. On our walks back from school, we'd pick guavas or mangoes, and sometimes broke off these orange vines called love vines, and if we threw it over an un-strangled bush, and it grew, our love was true.. so sweet huh?
we spent endless time on the beach, princess Margret, beach comes to mind, named after some princess from Denmark, i believe, that had been there once, we went sailing, hanging out at the frangipani hotel, watching mom hang with her friends, we went to many a party, mom took us everywhere, maybe because she had too, i don't know, or maybe they all wanted us there.
there are so many vinyets to share about each of the above persons, i could write a story about each of them, and remember it well indeed i do.. and will tell you sometime down the road, about them..This comes to mind only as i brace for myself this trip to florida, as my mom continued to visit Bequia, over the last 10-15 years.. and when passing through, to there, would stay with us, in ft.lauderdale. on exactly this same flight hour, 7am, she'd have to get up at 4am, as we will be, and had a 12 hour day of travel, quiet something for a woman, who at this point, had a colostomy.. and it's mishaps, a burden to travel.. much less the long day, more difficult with out a ready bathroom.. she certainly had courage, no one can deny that.. one might have forgotten but not me.. i always knew..mom..
and i do wonder how this adventure will pan out, over the christmas break, new years, i have no plans for, or worse my dreaded birthday, and Madelines.. not that i dread my birthday, just, was never a day i wanted to remember, and often can not even recall, , it has always been a disappointment, I put too much hope into one pathetic day. anticipating something nice, that never happened. so this year, i plan on doing nothing and let what may be, be.
i've always made a fuss over Madeline's so she would not grow up as i had, with a b-day 9 days after christmas, with the one lone gift under a christmas tree, waiting, taunting me, for all those days to pass.
Off i go to the wild blue yonder, the sunshine state, where some shows are lined up, one pending confirmation, and many other business things to take care of, it will be productive.. and i'm praying for some creative time to write.. heck i'm just gonna make time..see friends. and embrace what will be..
And to Bequia, where i'd hoped to be this christmas, to take mom's ashes, i will not be .. in person, but promise, weather permitting, i might sit on a beach for new years and think of mom and Tereasa, another of moms friends from there, make a toast to the stars, that shown so brightly, i could touch..
with all my love, to my readers near and far
may this holiday season bring you great joy in simple things, like the stars and star like things..
expect a miracle.. i do.
Andrea and crew
here are a few links that will help to see Bequia, hear the song and inform u of sandy M
http://www.google.com/images?client=safari&rls=en&q=bequia+island&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=univ&ei=hkkOTaKkO5P2tgPx-pnSAg&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=3&ved=0CEEQsAQwAg&biw=1224&bih=631
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDV6x4nIEhw&NR=1
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meisner_technique
i'm sorry u will have to copy and past links.. well worth it though..
http://bequiablog.com/
ah some one looked from bequia, getting round the world!!
My antisapation of my up coming journey, the crew and i, to florida, by air.. departing early, too early for words, we three, packing mentally, as madeline has already, completely packed, like grandma root who packed and unpacked , for a month before this same trip, for a few great years, to ft.lauderdale..
My title of this, reminds me of when i was quiet small, we'd moved to the city, Manhattan, from Pound Ridge, and my sister and i made a little stage in our room and sang the song to my mom, who was leaving to go to Bequia, i believe, and it was a popular song on the radio. she was going to spend 2 weeks there, to recoup from major surgery, the loss of her ovaries, due to cancer.That crazy woman came back 2 weeks later and said to two little girls how would you like to move to the west indies, where the stars are so bright, you can reach up and touch them.. and we said gleefully, "Yes mommy, we'd love to!" we packed up, sold things and moved to Bequia, for 6 months, and stayed 3 years!!!
Two little white girls, and what mom came to be know as, a bit later, the white Queen. We, at first, stayed at Friendship bay Inn, a most beautiful hotel, owned by stan young and his brother, they were from england, my mom had befriended or vis versa, stan during her honeymoon with Gleb, my father. My mother made friends, and developed friendships like none other. The hotel was massive, elegant, remote, hovering over the bay, and beach. I can remember many things about that first 6 months like it was yesterday, I was nearly 8, at the time, i remember our first christmas there, we'd moved from a hotel room to a cottage, style room, and i even think we had a tree, outside, the only gift i remember was a tiny radio, that had little ear buds, if u will, for those days. and ten days later i would turn 8. another birthday, i don't remember.
One morning, at breakfast in the sprawling dining room, the server, taking our order, and the wall of windows over looking the bay, sunny, an empty room but for us, and the bequian girl said after some incredibly long wait for OJ, after my mom inquired how long it would be, "Soon come" the standard answer for anything in Bequia, which basically meant, when ever its ready, or whenever period. another time at a luncheon in that same dining room, nearer to the floor to ceiling, wall of windows, a long set of tables, dining on turtle soup, a broth.
I remember one of many days on the beach that first six months, not long there, my mother had made many friends, Pam and Nick, Holly Ford, and Rusty Ford, and family, Tiare and Lee Austin, and their wild boys, about our ages, Winnie and Peter, the boys still friends of mine to this day, Jimmy Carvel and his lover Sandy Meisner.. a famed acting instructor, and booloo, and let me not for get christina miller, the young 20 yr old that arrived on her 100 foot black baltic trader from denmark, having captained the ship to Bequia with 2 young men, her crew. we had been embraced by all these people, and at 8 so impressionable, can remember all being so mad about Nick, I swore if i ever had a son, i'd name him nick, of course i had a son, but didn't name him nick after all.. but at that moment, walking along the shore, i knew i'd have a son one day..
Six months later, no way did my mother want to move back, state side, and so looked for a place to rent, found on the top of the center of the island, the Gap, where the road split in a "Y" left to friendship bay, and right to pageant farm. and we prepared for life as island girls, and registered for school, went to a seamstress to make our school uniforms, green skirts, and white shirts, and proper shoes, the private, one room (seventh day adventist) school, built of cinder blocks that didn't meet the galvanized roof, divided by two huge free standing black boards, 3 teachers, and grades, i was placed i believe in 5th grade, next to the first graders on my side of the black board, Miss Jarvis was the teacher, eugenia was on the other side. 2nd, 3rd, and 4th.. their was an out house for a bathroom. we walked with the other island children to school down the winding narrow, one way often, road. On our walks back from school, we'd pick guavas or mangoes, and sometimes broke off these orange vines called love vines, and if we threw it over an un-strangled bush, and it grew, our love was true.. so sweet huh?
we spent endless time on the beach, princess Margret, beach comes to mind, named after some princess from Denmark, i believe, that had been there once, we went sailing, hanging out at the frangipani hotel, watching mom hang with her friends, we went to many a party, mom took us everywhere, maybe because she had too, i don't know, or maybe they all wanted us there.
there are so many vinyets to share about each of the above persons, i could write a story about each of them, and remember it well indeed i do.. and will tell you sometime down the road, about them..This comes to mind only as i brace for myself this trip to florida, as my mom continued to visit Bequia, over the last 10-15 years.. and when passing through, to there, would stay with us, in ft.lauderdale. on exactly this same flight hour, 7am, she'd have to get up at 4am, as we will be, and had a 12 hour day of travel, quiet something for a woman, who at this point, had a colostomy.. and it's mishaps, a burden to travel.. much less the long day, more difficult with out a ready bathroom.. she certainly had courage, no one can deny that.. one might have forgotten but not me.. i always knew..mom..
and i do wonder how this adventure will pan out, over the christmas break, new years, i have no plans for, or worse my dreaded birthday, and Madelines.. not that i dread my birthday, just, was never a day i wanted to remember, and often can not even recall, , it has always been a disappointment, I put too much hope into one pathetic day. anticipating something nice, that never happened. so this year, i plan on doing nothing and let what may be, be.
i've always made a fuss over Madeline's so she would not grow up as i had, with a b-day 9 days after christmas, with the one lone gift under a christmas tree, waiting, taunting me, for all those days to pass.
Off i go to the wild blue yonder, the sunshine state, where some shows are lined up, one pending confirmation, and many other business things to take care of, it will be productive.. and i'm praying for some creative time to write.. heck i'm just gonna make time..see friends. and embrace what will be..
And to Bequia, where i'd hoped to be this christmas, to take mom's ashes, i will not be .. in person, but promise, weather permitting, i might sit on a beach for new years and think of mom and Tereasa, another of moms friends from there, make a toast to the stars, that shown so brightly, i could touch..
with all my love, to my readers near and far
may this holiday season bring you great joy in simple things, like the stars and star like things..
expect a miracle.. i do.
Andrea and crew
here are a few links that will help to see Bequia, hear the song and inform u of sandy M
http://www.google.com/images?client=safari&rls=en&q=bequia+island&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=univ&ei=hkkOTaKkO5P2tgPx-pnSAg&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=3&ved=0CEEQsAQwAg&biw=1224&bih=631
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDV6x4nIEhw&NR=1
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meisner_technique
i'm sorry u will have to copy and past links.. well worth it though..
http://bequiablog.com/
ah some one looked from bequia, getting round the world!!
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