I fear pictures tell the story

This is how my parent's house looked after I renovated it.

Clean.

Shiny.

Lots of Space.

This is what my house looks like now....a dining room that is
filled to the brim........

A three car garage with two spaces filled with stuff from my parent's house.

Hmmmmmmmm

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Home

I am home.

I am happy to be home.

I am happy to sleep in my own bed

and stumble over all my own stuff.

I am home.

I am happy to be home.

Going Home.........

I've spent a whole day conferencing and wandering.

Sunday morning I leave for home.

I have to repack yet.....shuffle things .....cram in a few souvenirs and probably make a big cup of tea.....I feel a cold coming on....but I think at least 213 people at the conference coughed on me......so...a lite cough and a scratchy throat isn't too surprising.

I have had some extraordinary hours here in NYC.....doing what I love the most.....talking.....laughing....sharing.....over exquisite food and heavenly wine.

Tonight I was even able to catch a brand new African exhibit at the Met.....and although I was by myself.....I had a lovely dinner....at the museum.....with a nice pinot noir...pleasant food....and beautiful old marble statues as my dinner partners.

I've had more than my usual share of ghost times this trip.....and even a severe Harpie attack.....but ...thoughfulness and striving to do things outside the box......has a price.....and sometimes life asks you to pony up.

I have a couple of funny pics and a few great NYC stories ....I'll share over the next week....while I go through big city withdrawal.

but now......suitcase time.
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When Your Art Trumps You........

So hub and I were walking down a street in Boston a couple months ago when he said, "Hey there's that elephant."

"What elephant?"

"The Ganeesh elephant."

"Where?" And sure enough in a store window was Ganeesh, a Hindu God.... a particular favorite of mine.....boy wonder....remover of obstacles.

The store had lots of Oriental furniture and a wall full of paintings/lithos/art.

Without warning, an entire row of pictures starting "yooo hoooo ing" at me.

"Stop now, I can't take you all home." It's okay when one piece of art calls out my name....but a crowd is disconcerting. "Take me home....take me home."

I asked the clerk what she knew about the paintings or if she had some idea what was written on each one.

"No, we haven't a clue. They just came in this way."

"Interesting."

I picked the plump bottom girl with no panties. We had lots in common. I forget my panties too (sometimes).....I have a cat..... I had a bird....(unfortunately my Springer Spaniel ate it) and I liked Chinese calligraphy.

Tonight while getting the house ready for company. I sat down on the stairs. Plump bottom girl was leaning against the wall on the landing. All I needed was a hammer and a nail and she'd be home.

So we were sitting there looking at each other....when I began to "see" things I hadn't noticed before.......


Like her nipple was hanging out of her shirt. Like her cheeks were abnormally flushed. A fan was on the floor.....had she been lying down on the mat?... a resting cat.....a startled bird.


"Well my dear.....self-love or lover?"

I bet self-love.

A cat never looks content if a man's involved.....

And the writing? I can only imagine......

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