Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Braces Day 1

 "Braces Day 1" (AKA "School Year 2012-2013 Minus Day 1"):  I've begun this adventure with a positive mindset, also vowing to be the best (adult) orthodontic patient that Pavlo Orthodontics has ever had.  I will win tons of Pavlo Points as proof.  I also promise that along the way I will not hide my smile.  Repeat (more to self): I will NOT hide my smile!

So, before the ache and tenderness sets in, here you have Smile #1:



And two years later:

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Summer 2012

Nearing the end of summer 2012, it's time to take stock of what has been going on.  I must say that it has been a blissful several weeks.  So what if once again I didn't accomplish even a half of what I had on my "to-do" list.  The weather has been great, I was able to mentally disconnect (from that other life I lead for ten months), vacation in Stark NH was all I could hope for, and our wall/patio/walkway project finally happened.  So, some photos are needed here to capture the times.

Hardscape/Landscape Project, a big part of which was completed by Mass Stone, specifically Fernandez - master mason with a small & compact body but an enormous heart, Erick - indefatigable and oh-so-sweet-and-gentle, and Paolo, diplomatic supervisor and task-master:







I do love my container plants:




And, of course I've been productive creatively for Joy Handbags and for friends & family:


my first-ever attempt at eye-splicing:



I'll call this next creation the "Vickie Bag", intended for someone called Vickie, so it is currently an exclusive, not available through Joy Handbags at Etsy:


Vacation at Two Lakes Lodge in Stark, New Hampshire:






And, gosh, an hour has just flown by!  Better set some concrete goals for the day!

(Apologies are offered for my lack of wittiness, insightful observations, or deep thoughts.  Maybe next time.)



Thursday, February 23, 2012

This is GREAT!!!! (When did technology get so sophisticated?!)

A girl from the "Prison Neighborhood"; that's who I am...was... I mean WAS!  If you weren't a part of that sub-culture, you have NO idea what it was like.  News reached us well after it had become "olds."  "Friends" were those other urchins who ran around Alden Square, dreaming up and executing secret schemes of torture, as well as milder forms of entertainment suitable for the ever-observant mothers.  Well, ever-observant is merely what we feared; how observant can a mother of seven, ten, or even thirteen children be?

With the exception of first cousins and Olive (whose role as "friend" remains obdurately suspicious to this day,) my first true friend from beyond the neighborhood didn't enter my life - or accept me into hers - until I was just entering high school.  (No! Your pity or my self-pity doesn't fit here; let me just say that ignorance is bliss.)   But, just imagine the instant expansion of my world!  Finally, there was a real connection with the larger world; new perspectives, personal narratives and adventures kept me in constant awe for four years.  In my mind I had become worldly, in step with "fast-paced" changes.  No matter that I still wrote by hand nearly every essay, on occasion renewing both my skills and finger strength as a speedy typist (on a circa-1945 Remington typewriter, I believe.)

And then, Fall Semester 1975 presented me with yet another expansion of my world.  I met a guy.  In a bar. (All legit, of course, because the drinking age was 18 at that time.)  With piercing dark eyes that I swear did not blink once, this Van Morrison look-alike studied me - or my friend Fanny (it was still unclear what his intentions were) for an uncomfortably long time.  At "last call" Van mustered the courage to approach our table and engage in oblique conversation, and offhandedly asked me to dance.  ME!  Supreme non-dancer of All Eternity!  Curious as to where this was all leading, I accepted.

Inasmuch as this is not about boy-meets-girl, promises of eternal-love-love-love, marriage, children (that story I'll save for another day), I gently steer you to the other dimension of this new juncture in my life.  Van - then a senior at Bridgewater State College, with an electronics background acquired from a voc-tech high school, introduced me (a freshman at BSC) to. . . headphones!  At the Student Union there was a room dedicated to SILENT music listening.  Van patiently showed me how to "borrow" a set of enormous headphones and select music.  And what was the first album I chose?  Of course, "Wavelength" by Van Morrison.  In a comfy chair I burrowed in, closed my eyes, and invited Van - Van Morrison, that is, not Van-the-boy-with-piercing-brown-eyes, - to fill my head.  Holy shit!  "Half a mile from the county fair and the rain came pouring down."  THIS IS GREAT!!! I WHEN DID TECHNOLOGY GET SO SOPHISTICATED?!  The room erupted - with laughter, of course, but also with a smattering of superior-know-it-all comments of disgust.  Van, as in Van-the-boy-with-piercing-brown-eyes, scored millions of points with me that day by lifting one earphone away from my head and explaining in all seriousness that, even though my voice might sound faint and small to me, it in fact, well. . . you can figure that one out.

I scarcely need to point out how technology persists in retarding my development.  I fearlessly persevere, however.  Today's mission?  To figure out the rudiments of search engine optimization.  What the heck are spiders?  Stay away from Spam.  URL is not, as it would seem, the initials for a university.  Backlinks?  JAVA?  Small suggestion to self:  engage playlist titled "Van Morrison," and stop typing keywords such as "widget," "domain," "crawler,"  "technology for emerging idiots."   I want to rock your gypsy soul, just like back in the days of old!   Now, THIS IS GREAT!!!!!