Hello World!

Holley Schmolley!  It’s been six-months since my last post.  Where has the time gone!?  First I went back to the fields, become one of the minions, re-entered the workforce, yes, got a job!  After years of looking and then a few months of desperation and just throwing it all to the wind, I stumbled upon a very nice job.  When I say, “Throwing it all to the wind,” I say this because I recently wrote a letter to a company to whom I owe money.  I currently auto-pay them $1.50 a month.  Not much, enough to keep me honest and out of jail.  I wrote to them and said, “Listen, I’ll make a deal with you, if you hire me, I’ll make sure your one of the first I pay off.”  They didn’t take me up on the offer.  When the politicians rave about the drop in the unemployment numbers, they don’t take into account the thousands upon thousands of baby-boomers who have just given up.  Like that boomer who previously held a job as a CEO position.  WOW, they land a minimum wage paying job and it feels like winning lotto.

On another note and veering 360 degrees, I never thought I would be one to contemplate eating cat food (which I haven’t) but I know realize just how many come so critically close to doing it just to survive.  AAaaah, enough with negative and politics.  Just wanted to touch base and thank the world for the good that has come into my life.  With faith, some good karma and perseverance, it too can happen to all of you who may be struggling.  Mind you, I am not out of the woods, far from it, but the biblical weights have lifted off my shoulders.  Tom, Dick and Harry still call.  I most likely will pass onto the wild blue yonder with debt.  Never planned it that way.  Regarding Tom, Dick and Harry – just today I accidentally deleted all the messages on my answering machine, whilst deleting the robo-callers and the jerks still trying to collect on debt from husband #3.  “Mate, he’s gone down unda and he ain’t comin’ back.”   C’est la vie!

Been doing some art and loving it.  Being the year of a horse and a true horse person, it’s as if all the stars aligned and I am inspired to create art non-stop.  (This is where the job thing gets in the way.)  One does what one can do.  Stay strong, keep putting one foot in front of the other and tell yourself you can.   Nobody else has got your back better that good-old-you.  Giddy up!

Maybe I should take one of the Tom, Dick or Harry calls, I haven’t had a real date in quite some time, too busy living life!

Velkomin til Íslands

DSC_0469  Well Peeps, just back from a short jaunt to Iceland.  A land of wonderfully nice people who talk very fast and use letters and sounds like nothing that can be found in the U.S.  We gave it the good Old American try – when speaking that is and gave many, many Icelanders a great laugh.

The weather was similar to the Northeast’s for the first week of April.  This was their spring and I hear that summer starts next week.  While walking through the town of Reykjavik, I actually came upon a well routed dandelion and the crocus and other early spring flowers were sprouting.  While there we encountered light snow, rain, heavy rain and some great sunny days.  We did not encounter (to the naked eye) any of the Northern Lights.  Too late in the season and cloudy overhead.  On the evening we drove out in what they call a Jeep Tour, using a Path Finder (way to confuse the Americans), we scouted around for areas that were clear.  The guides radio between each other from their respective locations in the viewing area.  At an area where the Teutonic plates collide – The North American Plate with the European Plate, we stopped and shot some photos.  I kept getting a red glare in my shots.  Several on the trip accused me of clumsily getting my fingers in the way – I was wearing red gloves.  (#redgloveadventure)   I offered up my camera for them to shoot the photo and low-and-behold, they too got a red glare mixed in with the clouds.  The guides told us that although you can’t see the lights with the naked eye, the cameras can pick up the color coming through the lens.  So, although I didn’t see the Northern Lights, my camera had one heck of a time viewing them.

We, my sister and I, did the requisite tourist things, Northern Lights, Icelandic Pony horseback riding and the Blue Lagoon.  In addition to these activities, we managed to save on dinners so we could go out and meet the Icelanders at the clubs and have a wine or beer.  Food, drinking, hotels, clothing – just about everything is very expensive in Iceland.  A liter of gas is 247.50 kr, or $23.00/liter US.  Our ‘Jeep’ guide told us that it costs about $135.00 US to fill the Path Finder tank of 75 liters.  WOW!   Rumor has it they all make good money, so they are quite used to the prices.  Sticker shock for fellow travelers!

The Icelandic pony ride was fun, but being a horse person, I knew why the horses looked as they did – shed season.  If you did not know, you would think you were being given a flea-bitten old horse to ride.  Mangy to say the least.  You could view the ponies grooming one another to help ease the itch of the heavy shedding coat.  I got a 5-gaited horse on the way out, a nice mare that was used for breeding and she was not a slug on the trail, but keen on listening to my leg commands and cues.  She somehow suffered a bloody nose on the trail and the guide of the slower group offered to switch horses with me.  I rode another mare back to the barn from our 1.5 hour trip on the lava paths.  This mare was only 4-gaited.  I wasn’t disappointed at all.  This one was much more sensitive to seat and leg commands and wanted to be up front leading.  Riding any Icelandic is like sitting on a couch but moving.  They are smooth if you know where to place your bum.  They ride with a very long stirrup and leg out straight and extended way past the girth and shoulder/hip line – unlike the traditional rider of the Western or Dressage/Jumper variety.  A great trip!

On our way home we visited the Blue Lagoon. Luckily we met someone that lived in Iceland and told us to lather up our hair prior to the dip with gobs of hair-conditioner.  This helps protect your hair from the drying effects of the mineral water.  EVEN with gobs on the hair, I came out and washed my hair 4 times and applied hair conditioner 4 times.  My hair after a quick dry was like straw and had this very unique volume to it.  I quite resembled the attachment one has on some vacuums that is used to clean either drapes or furniture, bristly, coarse and just sticking out.

From the frigid wilderness of the lagoon location, we barely caught the bus back to Keflavík – the town where the airport is located – a mere 15 minutes from the Lagoon.  With about 2.74 kr in change, I left the land of smelly fish, wonderfully friendly people and $10 happy hour wine to come home to the U.S.A.  It was pleasant enough to want to return, but next time in summer, say maybe in a week?

Bless, bless, þangað til við hittumst aftur!  – As they say in Icelandic.

Frostbite will be Nipping More Than My Nose

Frostbite will be Nipping More Than My Nose!

When planning for a ski vacation, the one thing out of your control is the weather. I will be skiing the mountains of Vermont this week, probably during the most freakin, unbearable cold weather of this winter!

I can guarantee you, I will be be taking nips to keep the nips off my nose, toes and any other part that Mr. Frostbite wants to take.

Cheerio and a Nip for you too~!

Sad Day

Today is a day of reflection, not a funny fodder day.  Yesterday a friend lost his 94 year old mother.  She was a hot ticket and had boyfriends right up until the last one kicked the bucket.  She was a fighter and a feisty one, may she rest in peace.

A couple days ago, a friend in Oz land lost her cat.  Today my niece called hysterical right after her cat mysteriously died.  We hadn’t even been on speaking terms, (me and my niece, the cat and I were fine), but family is family so when she called I dropped everything I was doing and went over to be there for her.  The cat was a hefty 11 or 12 year old cat and there was nothing apparent or really wrong with him.  I am just glad it went quick.  Dying sucks.  Cancer sucks, losing a friend, a relative or a wallet – it all sucks. 

On this sad note, I will head off to bed to la-la land and dream of happy places with blue skies, nice jazz music, angels, wine, chocolate and pleasant temperatures.  I pray for all the sick people in the world.  RIP I and F. 

Winter Blues

It’s been a week since my last post and I would like you all to think it is because I had such a rocking New Years, but alas, I cannot tell you that was the case.  I have been sick, another damn cold.  Me the healthy ox I was once is now down with another cold.  I must not be eating all my vegetables or Wheaties.  Truth is I never ate Wheaties, yuck.  I am a sugar coated kind of gal.

It’s now January 7th.  I totally blew it with the #twitterartexhibit in LA.  I didn’t get my art piece submitted by the 4th.  Perhaps I will post it here to see how it ranks.

Took my little kitty River to the doctor to check out the removal of his powder puffs.  Yup, River is going to get defluffed.  Poor guy.  I know any guy reading this is sitting there wincing at the thought of the removal or de-fluffing as I call it.  I truly hope he doesn’t change much, he is one heck of a funny cat.  Vivacious, precocious and all the other xxxcious words too!  But, little male kitties if not de-fluffed reach an age to mark their territory.  As an indoor pet, I don’t need anyone to mark anything!  Thank goodness none of my 3 ex-husbands were like that!  They would have been out the door quicker than they were.

Weather is changing a bit and we have a bit of warm weather coming in.  So much for snow shoeing in the next few days.  I guess I could always clean.  Isn’t that what rainy days and bad weather days are for?  That or movies or sex.  I remember when those were great sex days.  However, on that note, let it be known, River is not my type.  Happy January 7th.   “Live, Love, Laugh!”