The embryo of thought. Sometimes it is negligible, as is life. I am the puzzle maker and every time I try to carve the right size square, I fall off the board and have more material to write about! The puzzle is so vast that it covers our life time and the pieces are the choices, and non-choices that fit into themes. We are a theme,
My life, is like a melody, a Gershwin tune. As a dancer and prancer at heart, my feet are my hands, and my hands are my heart. Yes , Christmas is in the shop isles, and cafes, the windows displays and string lights mated to children’s eyes, in blissful delight. a doll size tree left on my patio, with a note that made me grin, and the Direct TV technician who who solved the signal loss, that his job, but when I asked him why the CD/DVD trays didn’t work in the Movie Theater he pulled out cables, jogged to his truck and brought new ones, installed and un-installed the cables until, ” There is your trouble; someone unplugged this one.” A moment that matters when you are given more than you ask for , and it is a big deal for a vacation rental to be wired, and entertaining. Last week it was the tub faucet, the previous tenant yanked the knob out instead of turning it and pulled out the whole shaft. Outside is the spillage stain on the concrete driveway, the week before that, the circuits in my bedroom went out randomly…. the house functions as an older lady, she was built in 1907. We call it Gallery LouLou, but truly it is Elliott Barker’s home..
I am to blame for these follies, and I exercise my poise and power when I have paying guests. I love hosting 80 percent of the time because strangers from all over the world (this summer from Moscow) walk up the driveway grinning.