tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79249670315344603662024-03-12T16:59:21.958-07:00Southern Belles & ArtistsYou'll read about art and fashion dolls and my wee little life. I like to write, so, if you like to read, you're in the right place!PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.comBlogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-53300449325461827472019-07-11T11:54:00.000-07:002019-07-11T12:03:18.818-07:00I will remember you ...Last Saturday was, perhaps, the most awful day of my life.<br />
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Always an early riser, I had scheduled an 8 AM appointment for my sweet boy, Toes. We had been dealing with kidney failure for nearly three months, and twice a week I took him in for fluid replenishment, a sort of kitty dialysis. Except, this morning, I was there to see the doctor.<br />
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He wasn't eating, and in my ignorance, I thought there was something wrong with his mouth and that's why he wasn't eating. Maybe he had a toothache or something.<br />
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When his condition was first diagnosed in early May, I asked the veterinarian how I would know when we had reached "the end." I didn't want him to suffer. I just wanted to give him the best quality of life possible for as long as Nature permitted. The vet responded with a simple statement. "He will stop eating." And, there I was on a steamy Saturday morning in July thinking he had a toothache. How could I have forgotten?<br />
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It's been five days since then, and, in retrospect, it was denial. I didn't "forget." I didn't want to remember. I wanted there to be another answer. A simple solution. Even a complicated solution would have been more acceptable that no solution. But. There was no solution.<br />
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Upon arrival at the vet, the technician took Toes out of the exam room for the doctor to look at his mouth. I had insisted that something was wrong, perhaps with his teeth. I sat down, scrolled through my email and played a game of Dots. Then the veterinarian came in wearing her white lab coat, holding a sheet of paper with red marks on it. She said things like "kidney failure" and "danger zones" and "seizure." My brain fell down into my stomach causing a great pain. My heart was hurting. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, splashing on the paper she showed me with the red marks on it.<br />
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How could this be?<br />
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The vet was sympathetic and kind as all veterinarians should be, so, I asked her: "If it was your cat, what would you do?" She had mentioned her own cat earlier, when we first began the exam.<br />
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She paused. Then she said the words I didn't want to hear. I wanted to put my hand over her mouth. I wanted to take the question back.<br />
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In her gentle, quiet voice with the tiniest Scottish brogue she said, "I would let him go."<br />
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Even now, as my fingers dance across the keyboard, I have a knot in my stomach remembering the sick feeling in my chest, the knot in my gut, a sense of reeling as though I was losing my balance. But, I wasn't falling. My heart was breaking.<br />
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Toes came to me through my younger brother. Never married, ever the loner, my brother is a cat whisperer. Since we were children, he always had a thing for cats. He loved them. And, Toes came from that environment, raised from a kitten, knowing only love and pats on the butt and treats. In 2009, the recession cost my brother his job and, eventually, his home. When he prepared to vacate the premises, he asked me to take one of his three cats. I told him I would. "Pick one," I said.<br />
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Whenever I visited him, Toes would be the one to sprawl across the coffee table, pawing at my hand to pet him. He was friendly and affectionate, so, I was glad he was the chosen one to come to my house. He arrived by car, sitting in my brother's lap, no kitty carrier visible. Once we were inside the house, we hung out, allowing the cat to get a handle on his surroundings, including our two female cats, Minka and Minipussy.<br />
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After about an hour, my brother left, and, in the blink of an eye, Toes disappeared. It took me an hour to find him, hiding between the full length winter coats tucked away in the doll room closet, where he would spend most of the next month of his life.<br />
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The thing about cats is that they don't all adapt easily. Toes had known only one home, only one master, and now he was in a strange place with strange people. It was sad to see him hiding, but, every day when I got home from work, I would coax him out to eat and be brushed. He had a thick coat of glossy black fur adorned with a white chest, white paws and white whiskers. The ultimate tuxedo cat. And, he was a big boy, weighing in at 18 pounds. My brother said his father was a Maine Coon and he thought that accounted for his girth. My husband called him Bozo, because, when he ran after the other cats, he seemed clumsy.<br />
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He was a lap cat. And, a foot cat. And, he insisted on sleeping in the bed with me. Early on, he would scratch on the bedroom door throughout the night in his attempts to gain admittance, and after a couple of months battling with my husband, Toes won. He became a bed buddy cat as well.<br />
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He followed me around the house, from room to room, sitting on my feet when I sat, standing guard nearby when I was on my feet. He was nearly always at the front door to greet me when I came home from where I had been, whether I was gone eight hours or eight minutes. I had never experienced this kind of affection from a cat and his behavior lead to my husband and daughter referring to him as "Mom's dog."<br />
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You might wonder what the symptoms of kidney failure are in a cat. Toes ate mostly dry food. Back around Christmas time, we began to notice that occasionally, within 15 minutes after he would eat, he would throw up. We changed foods, offered wet food, and most of the time, things would return to normal. Until springtime.<br />
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That's when I noticed he was losing weight.<br />
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I would often pick him up and carry him from one room to another just to get him out from under my feet. One day, I picked him up and he felt different. I called the vet and made an appointment the next day.<br />
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You'll never know how much I wish I taken him sooner, that maybe he would still be here. The vet said, "No." It's a part of the aging process in cats, he said. Maybe he was saying that to make me feel better. Maybe it's true. I don't know.<br />
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I never knew a love like that with a cat. I've loved dogs in my life. And, more than a few cats. But, this one was different. He was a soul mate. And, I will miss him for a long, long time to come ... maybe always.<br />
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I hope it's true what they say ... that when you get to Heaven, all the cats and dogs you've loved will be there to greet you. I sure do hope that's true.<br />
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<i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piggly_Wiggly" target="_blank">Piggly Wiggly</a> was the first true self-service grocery store. It was founded on September 6, 1916 in Memphis, Tennessee by Clarence Saunders. This "new" model of grocery store would change the way Americans shopped for groceries.</i></div>
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For about 15 years now, since around the time the gay community discovered Wilton Manors and adopted it as their own, there's been a drive (pun intended) to change the character of Wilton Drive, the main drag through the central part of the island city. The most common refrain is to "make it more like Las Olas," which is a 7-block stretch between downtown Fort Lauderdale and the beach to the east. East Las Olas Boulevard is peppered with high-end shops, restaurants and bars and it's been a touristy place since the days of Spring Break and "Where the Boys Are."<br />
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When I moved to Wilton Manors in 1987, this tiny piece of real estate was just a suburb of downtown Fort Lauderdale. Surrounded by the south fork of the Middle River, it was home to doctors, judges, bank vice presidents and school teachers with a population of 11,000 or so. Mostly middle class, we were neighbors with others like us, young families with school age children.<br />
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In those days, there was a Piggly Wiggly in the shopping center on Wilton Drive at NE 6th Avenue. It was accompanied by a Social Security office, a paint store, a small exercise studio and a coffee shop. A bar with a pool table occupied the corner store, naturally called "The Corner Pocket," and the end spot adjacent to the Drive sold sunglasses.<br />
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To the south were little strip shopping centers in the blocks along Wilton Drive. There was quite a variety of offerings that regular people might need or want. A plant nursery on the south side of the shopping center offered native and exotic plants cultivated in decorative clay pots along with advice on how to get things to grow. Next to the nursery was a strip center with an antique store, a record store, a doll shop, a quilting shop, and About Town Lock & Safe, which I think is still in business today. Across the street was my favorite thrift shop, Hidden Treasures. The two women who ran it had big personalities and a whole lot of style and their ever changing collection of merchandise made a favorite spot for many local fashionistas.<br />
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On the west side of The Drive further south you would have found an office supply store, insurance agency, and hair salons. The Junior League Thrift Shop was a fun visit, offering high end women's clothing and accessories for really good prices. There were two laundromats, a Burger King, a camera shop and a few bars and restaurants, the best of which was Wings 'n Things. And, Dairy Queen, which survives today and is a landmark for locals and visitors alike.<br />
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Since the Great Recession, a lot of things have changed around town. Taller buildings. More people and more cars. Lots of bars and restaurants. And, not many businesses like what there was when I came here to live.<br />
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I get that change is inevitable, but, I don't think all change is good. Sometimes we need to just leave things alone. Humans have the tendency to be short sighted and I thing that's what's happened to Wilton Drive. Many of today's small businesses struggle to survive. With little daytime traffic and the overall impact on retail of the internet, it's a tough go for those selling their wares. Rents continue to climb and local leadership tends toward creating a "tourist destination" rather than serving the tax paying residents in the community.<br />
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Wilton Drive is never going to be like Las Olas Boulevard. You cannot make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Eventually, they will figure it out, but, for me, it's a time gone by. Hence, I long for the days of the Piggly Wiggly, when things were easier.PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-86948651909560263862019-06-04T12:33:00.001-07:002019-06-05T13:21:23.738-07:00Life, Art and Fashion Dolls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since 2012, I have been a part of a team of art lovers running a little neighborhood art gallery we call <a href="https://artgallery21.org/" target="_blank">Art Gallery 21</a>. The building used to serve as the Woman's Club and has now been re-purposed as a cultural center and home to the gallery.<br />
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On March 9th this year, we hosted an exhibit titled "The Art of Barbie." The international icon of fashion and style celebrated her 60th birthday and we were blown away by how many people came to the opening and to the exhibit in the weeks that followed.<br />
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It's not the first time I've been involved in an exhibit of Barbie dolls, but, this time ... this time, it was art. Beautiful art. Amazing art. Created by amazing artists.<br />
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We were blessed with the donation of two photographs from <a href="https://www.shesalwayswright.com/" target="_blank">Sharon Wright</a>, who I have the pleasure of knowing personally and whose career I have followed since she first took pictures of Poppy Parker. She's an Emmy Award Winning film maker, actress, model and all around terrific human being and the proceeds from the sale of her photos went to support the art gallery. I think it was extremely generous of her to donate her pictures and I love her for being so kind.<br />
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And, she wasn't alone. We also received a donated photograph from Rebecca Berry of <a href="https://insidethefashiondollstudio.com/" target="_blank">"Inside The Fashion Doll Studio,"</a> which sold the first night! The artistic talent I've discovered in my journey as a doll collector continues to amaze me.<br />
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Which just goes to show you ... doll people are the best kind of people there are. They ARE artists. And, doll lovers. And, generous of spirit. And, I'm so lucky to have been a part of this. Thank you, Universe!PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com2600 NE 21st Ct, Wilton Manors, FL 33305, USA26.153975 -80.13813900000002426.1254705 -80.178479500000023 26.1824795 -80.097798500000025tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-20275894845538697952017-12-01T07:43:00.000-08:002017-12-01T07:43:23.798-08:00The first day of the last month of the year ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Being a grownup is hard work. The responsibility of a job places time constraints on how we get things done and I've been lucky to have a boss who tolerates my tardy arrivals when I try to cram too much into the early morning before I leave my house. But, I grow weary of the long commute. When I began working at my current job back in 2005, it took me 25 minutes to get from my house to my office. Today it requires 40 to 45 minutes to make the same journey. That is 7.5 hours per week spent in my car getting back and forth to my job. Or, 16.25 days per year. Insert a sad face here. Why? There are just too many people in southeast Florida where I have lived for the past 41 years. And, the rich developers keep building high rise condominiums priced for the wealthy. Affordable housing? Not in Florida. Not anymore. So, my long commute may well grow longer.<br />
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I've always worried about money. I never had enough of it. As I move closer to retiring from my full time job with benefits, I'm getting butterflies in my stomach. Will my meager retirement income be enough? Will I be able to find part-time and/or free lance work to fill the gap? Will I grow into one of those sad old ladies at the nursing homes whose families have abandoned them because they had to sell everything they owned to be able to qualify for Medicare to get into the nursing home in the first place? Now, THAT is a frightening prospect, for sure. Should I work til I'm 70? What do I really want to do? Why am I so anxious about this?<br />
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The current proposed tax bill making its way through the Senate this week scares the bejesus out of me. This could change the way we live in America. I think of "The Hunger Games" and the division of classes and I fear we are hurling toward a time when the rich have everything and the rest of us just survive. I am stunned at how the dynamics of class division is being manipulated in the media today to prevent oppressed groups from joining forces into a united front against the government's actions to rob from the poor and give it all to the rich. Apathy runs rampant. Where do we go to to protest? Our legislators aren't listening to us!<br />
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My escape from all these tough issues is, of course, art and fashion dolls. They are way more fun and way less stressful than all that other stuff, but, I cannot ignore what is going on in this tiny life of mine. My struggle to survive is nothing compared to those in Yemen, for example. Yet, a struggle it is at times. I've kept my tongue in my head for a long time now. That's over. I'm writing. Finding these words has been a real effort this morning, but, there they are. My thoughts. My truth. My joys and my fears. Mostly my fears today because the Senate is voting on that fucking tax bill that will make the rich richer and richer. Insert another sad face here and let's call it a day. Time to start decorating for Christmas!<br />
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There's lots been going on around here. Just to catch you up on things ...<br />
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<i>... hosted</i> five ... count 'em! 5! ... art exhibitions at Art Gallery 21 at the Woman's Club of Wilton Manors between October 2015 and May 2016.<br />
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<i>... finished</i> my eleventh year visiting fourth and fifth grade classrooms and talking about living in the Everglades. (Yes. We live IN the Everglades, on drained land.)<br />
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<i>... preparing</i> to install a museum exhibit which I have titled, "the Barbie story," using my personal Barbie doll collection to show her #evolution as a social icon and popular children's toy.<br />
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<i>... working</i> with the City of Wilton Manors Leisure Services Department to bring the "official" Wilton Manors Visitors and Newcomers Welcome Center to the art gallery.<br />
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... <i>getting</i> stronger in Jazzercise classes, increasing my weights by one pound and jumping for the first time in two years!<br />
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What have you been up to???PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-80627980132949038952015-11-20T12:00:00.000-08:002015-11-20T12:00:05.002-08:00Reflecting on Road RageThis morning, on my drive to work, I had a most remarkable experience. I stewed over it for more than two hours, then posted this to Facebook:<br />
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WARNING! If you get behind this car and the woman driving doesn't proceed because she's chatting on her cell phone, whatever you do, do NOT blow your horn to alert her to the situation. Otherwise, she will jump out of her car and yell at you and threaten you. That's what she did to me. Jeez! What a grump!<br />
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I thought that would allow me to put the incident to rest. But. It hasn't worked. I keep seeing her grey Victoria's Secret shirt and her bunched up hair, with that big mouth of hers not six inches from my face, yelling, "You don't want to fuck with me!" and, for a moment, I thought she was going to hit me. I just stared at her, thinking that if I didn't respond verbally, she would back off. And, she did.<br />
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I thought about giving her the finger and saying, "fuck you," but, in the nanosecond that it took me to choose NOT to do those things, I considered it would prevent things from escalating. Some folks are just looking for someone to go up against. For this particular individual, it wasn't going to be today and it wasn't going to be me.<br />
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The more I thought about what I coulda, woulda, shoulda done, the more I came to realize how vulnerable we are in our cars. Had I not had my window down enjoying the morning air, would she have smashed it? Had I attempted to back up and go around her, would that, could that have resulted in an ugly accident? And, the ferocity with which she attacked me, albeit verbally, and that element of surprise ... are those not the techniques the terrorists used in Paris and other locations around the world? What person thinks they're going to be shopping for bread or having dinner or sitting at a stop sign when some lunatic decides it's time to shoot them, bomb them, attack them, whether with weapons or with words? How are we to respond? Do we just sit there as I did or do we take action? And, how do we know which is the right thing to do?<br />
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After stewing over this for the better part of the day, I will make a conscious effort to be kind. I don't feel like being kind, to be perfectly honest. I feel like pounding some bitch's face in. But, I'm going to choose peace and joy and kindness. I'm also going to think about carrying my gun in my car.<br />
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If this was karma coming at me this morning, then I must be kind. Think kind thoughts. Do kind deeds. And, hope that wench in the black VW Jetta with Florida license plate 725LMK doesn't cross my path again. Next time I might not be so nice.<br />
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There was a nice article in the Sun-Sentinel earlier this week about how the Mayor and Board of Commissioners of Wilton Manors had directed city staff to find an appropriate location within the city to fly the rainbow flag permanently. I hoped that my neighbors who had shared their concerns over the flying of the flag in front of City Hall saw the article and that it would offer them some reassurance that they weren’t being rejected for being not-gay. I understood their feelings. More than once in the past week or so I have heard or read statements along the lines of, “It’s like they want to get rid of us.” I have felt that way a time or two, myself, but, sloughed it off as me being too sensitive.<br />
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So, there I was, flipping through the online edition of the South Florida Gay News this morning, and on page 2, above the Table of Contents, the headline read “Wilton Manors City Commission Votes To Fly Rainbow Flag Permanently.” There were little photos of individuals with little quotes under them, so I zoomed in to see what folks had to say.<br />
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RJ Petrucci: “Yes the WM community should have an incredible favorable bias celebrating the gay residents and tourists that turned the ghetto slum of 1995 into a world famous upscale vacation destination in 2015.”<br />
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And, David Mann: “Str8s have the whole country to feel comfortable in; Wilton Manors gays have a few miles of city block.”<br />
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I read those quotations a couple more times, just to make sure I was understanding what was said. And, then, I realized that my heart hurt.<br />
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I’ve lived in Wilton Manors since April 1987. It wasn’t a “ghetto slum” then, or I wouldn’t have bought a home here. It was a perfect neighborhood for a family with kids. The elementary and high schools were within walking distance and Hagen Park was a block away. Instead of bars and restaurants lining Wilton Drive, there was a Junior League thrift store, an office supply store, a hair salon, an exercise studio, the Piggly Wiggly store, and Wings 'n Things, along with many other small businesses, all providing services to those of us who lived here. It wasn’t a slum. It was a small town in Florida.<br />
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And, as for us “str8ts” having the “whole country to feel comfortable in … “ I’ve been here 28 years. Where the heck am I going to go? I have invested nearly half my life in this city, as have many of my other not-gay neighbors. Where could we possibly go after all this time and “feel comfortable?” What a thoughtless comment that is ...<br />
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The word “divisive” was reportedly bandied about during the commission meeting when the decision was made to find a place for the rainbow flag. Now, I understand why. Those gay property owners who think they have somehow saved our city need to realize that all the “str8ts” who accepted them when they came here are as much a part of the city’s revitalization as they are.<br />
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I like the word “diversity” much more than I like that word, “divisive.” We're each one different, for sure, but, we're all human beings. It takes all of us, working together, to make our little island city a place of peace and prosperity. I sincerely hope a rainbow flag doesn’t spoil it.<br />
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Ever met Katniss Everdeen? You may have encountered her on the printed page. Or, maybe you discovered her at the movies. What did you think? Did you love her?<br />
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I have read the Hunger Games trilogy. Twice.<br />
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I read the first book, "The Hunger Games," right after Christmas 2010. It was the second book I purchased for my Kindle that I had received as a Christmas gift from my darling husband. I started reading and, honestly, I couldn't stop. I know it was written as "youth fiction," but, the characters had heart, the story was plausible, and the writing was really well done.<br />
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I downloaded "Catching Fire" the day after I finished the first book and it, too, caught my fancy. It took me a bit longer to get through the second book, though; I found myself going back and re-reading to make sure I understood what I thought I had read. There were new characters, too, and I had to keep them all straight in my head, which is no easy feat!<br />
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"Mockingjay" was the most challenging read. It was slow going in the beginning, but, about a quarter of the way into the book, it began to pick up momentum. By the time I was 50% through the third book, I couldn't put it down either. I was hooked. I adored Katniss Everdeen's spirit. And, I understood her tortured heart.<br />
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I saw Jennifer Lawrence on "Good Morning America" doing an interview prior to the release of the first movie. Amy Robach was asking her if she thought her life was going to change after the movie came out, which I thought was a really dumb thing to ask this beautiful young woman who was clearly enjoying the fans. She responded that it could be hugely successful or it could bomb. She didn't appear to be worried about it one way or the other. Her responses to Amy's questions was so fresh and authentic and I remember thinking, "Don't change. Don't change." Stay like you are!<br />
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As we all know, "The Hunger Games" made Jennifer Lawrence a superstar and, as all superstars should, she was fashioned into a Barbie doll, designed by none other than the acclaimed Mattel designer, Bill Greening. As a fan of the books, the movies and, of course, Barbie, I purchased each one as they were released. Earlier this week Mockingjay finally arrived and as I was removing her from her prison of plastic, I made some observations about this line of three Katniss dolls.<br />
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First and foremost, all three dolls are articulated. Let me repeat that. AR-TIC-U-LATED. And, at a decent price point of $24.95.<br />
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I have put emphasis on that quality because Barbie dolls have never had anything more than "bend knees." And, that's a crying shame for such a beloved icon as Barbie. I have doll collector friends who have swapped bodies so they could pose their Barbies in more realistic positions for photographs and display. Why can't Mattel give us articulated Barbie dolls? Okay. Maybe not every single one, but, I would love articulation for the Repro dolls in my collection, and the Barbie Basics, and the other pop culture dolls, as those seem to be the ones most appealing to adult collectors. Surely, adult collectors are a part of their business model. And, surely they want us to keep adding to our collections. Don't they?<br />
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The costumes for each of the dolls is quite detailed and each Katniss comes with her bow and quiver of arrows. The hairstyle on all three dolls is her braid, worn to the right side, but there are subtle differences in hair color and the treatment of the tendrils around her face from one doll to the other.<br />
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My Google research lead me to discover that she used the JLo head mold for the first doll and I saw one claim that a unique sculpt was created for the second and third dolls. I see very subtle differences between them, but, it's not glaring. In my humble opinion, all three have the same mold, but the second and third have better face screening than the first doll. Based on MegannArt's nude pic of Katniss that I found through Google, I think the body is a Model Muse body. But, I'm not an expert on these things. If you know for sure, please share.<br />
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I don't normally collect pop culture dolls, but Katniss Everdeen was a must have for me because of her literary value. She embodies the spirit we want all our girls to have. Brave. And, kind. With strong leadership skills. These are the types of characters we hope will inspire our girls and so I say "Thank You" to Suzanne Collins for creating her.<br />
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I'm also sending out a "Thank You" to Jennifer Lawrence for bringing Katniss to life on the silver screen and giving her those qualities of strength and integrity that we seek in our heroes.<br />
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I've seen the first three movies (in the theatre, then purchased on DVD) and am looking forward to the final installment in just a few weeks! I reread each book before going to the theatre, as a refresher, if you will. So, I'm currently rereading "Mockingjay" for the third time before Part 2 hits theatres. I understand why they split it into two movies. There's a lot going on!<br />
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On November 20th I will dig out my Mockingjay pin to wear on my jacket and head to the theatre with great anticipation! I will savor this one last visit with my favorite heroine, Katniss Everdeen! And, you know what else? If we had more Katniss Everdeens in the world, I am certain the world would be a better place. But, hey ... that's just me.<br />
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Now, if Mattel would kindly use the articulated body of Katniss for a few Barbies, I could find true happiness.<br />
<br />PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-33251580993663484562015-09-10T11:07:00.000-07:002015-09-11T11:18:09.850-07:00My "Mayberry" ...<div class="MsoNormal">
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daughter was born five days later and she grew up in a neighborhood where we
knew everyone on our street. She walked to elementary and high school and spent
many hours at Hagen Park and Mickel Field.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">I awoke in the wee hours this morning thinking
about <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Andy_Griffith_Show" target="_blank">The Andy Griffith Show</a>’s episode 10 from season one, “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0512550/fullcredits/" target="_blank">Stranger in Town</a>.”</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">It was on cable TV last night. The
citizens of Mayberry were suspicious of a young stranger who seemed to know
everything about them. It turned out that his army buddy was from Mayberry and
he had loved hearing his friend talk about home. After discharge, he began
subscribing to the local newspaper and he had decided to come to Mayberry and
make it his home. Thanks to the sensitivity and wisdom of the local sheriff,
the folks of Mayberry came to see this man deserved to be welcomed because he
loved their small town as much as they did.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, there I am at three in the morning thinking
about this, and I had a little epiphany.
I’m watching my “Mayberry” morph into something I don’t recognize and I
can’t do anything about it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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don’t know everyone on my street any more. Of the ten houses that line my
block, four of them are vacation rental businesses. Today, three are lined up
in a row, across the street from where I live.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are those who say these houses were blighted
and their rehabbing has increased our property values. I don’t know if that’s
true. I agree that they look pretty. But, the thing is, they’re not part of
community life. There’s no one to know. They’re not residents. And, that makes
me suspicious.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">When this whole conversion thing started a few
years ago, it took me a while, but, I came to accept the business across the
street. After all, I didn’t have much choice. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Then, I discovered there were two other
vacation rental businesses on our street, but, they were scattered in between
my real neighbors, so, I worked at making peace with their presence, too. I
knew the State Legislature had stripped municipalities of the ability to
regulate vacation rentals in any meaningful way, so, I knew I had to be patient
and give the cities time to find a way to rein them in.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, last month, an owner occupied house between
two vacation rentals was sold and I’ve learned it is being converted to a
vacation rental, making three vacation rental businesses in a row, across the
street from where I live. So, I have come here to ask. Can you do anything
about that? Is it okay for 40% or 50% of a residential neighborhood to be
Stepford Wife vacation rental businesses? Don’t we, homesteaded residents, have a say in
this? And, if not, why not?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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quiet enjoyment” of MY property. That’s pretty much gone from my life and, I
admit, I’m mad about it. Please? Can you guys help save my “Mayberry?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thank you.</span><span style="font-family: Arial Narrow, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-90312940089835583632015-08-04T16:00:00.000-07:002015-08-04T16:00:00.838-07:00august, however ...Honest to God. I don't know where the month of July went.<br />
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My recovery from <a href="http://www.spine-health.com/treatment/back-surgery/acdf-anterior-cervical-discectomy-and-fusion" target="_blank">spinal surgery</a> is going well. I'm incredibly grateful for modern medicine and for an amazing surgeon. I can walk without stumbling and I no longer need any kind of pain medication to get through the day. Don't get me wrong; the recovery is a lengthy process, but, I'm so glad I did this. I suspect when my recovery is complete (about 6 months after surgery) I will continue to be grateful for the improvements in my quality of life!<br />
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Not being able to do simple things has had its challenges, though. I cannot lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk (which weighs 8 pounds, by the way), so, no big grocery shopping for me. (I can do desserts and cat food, though!) I also cannot vacuum or clean the cat's litter boxes and I can't schlep the laundry basket. I can, however, wash dishes and put groceries away and I'm excellent at folding socks and underwear! My darling husband hasn't complained once through all this, which is why he is my prince!<br />
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I've resumed working on the Island City Art Market at <a href="https://artgallery21wcwm.wordpress.com/?p=45&preview=true&preview_id=45" target="_blank">Art Gallery 21</a>. Things languished during July. I have to admit to a week long bout with depression. It had been so long since I was depressed that, at first, I didn't recognize what was going on. It passed, though, and I'm most grateful for that.<br />
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I went with friends to see Ali MacGraw and Ryan O'Neal in "Love Letters" at the <a href="http://browardcenter.org/" target="_blank">Broward Center for the Performing Arts </a>and I'm so glad I did! They were lovely together! Even more so than when they made "Love Story." One of those friends works at the Broward Center and while he couldn't arrange a meet-and-greet with the actors, he was able to procure autographed Playbills for each of us. I found this to be one of the most thoughtful gifts I've received in a long time. Thank you, Bill!<br />
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I put two dolls up on ebay and one sold. Ebay made $2.40, Paypal made 90 cents and I made 8 dollars. Needless to say, I didn't relist the second doll. It's just not worth the hassle. However, I have an idea for a doll show! (A new project!)<br />
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I visited Office Depot today and they are stocked with school supplies galore! Oh! How I love school supplies! New pens and pencils and notebooks and reams of paper and a new 3-ring binder! Those were the things that made going back to school worth doing! It's hard to believe that the kids will be back in the classroom in just a couple more weeks!<br />
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I hope my readers are having a wonderful August! Carpe diem!PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-17802834701581669362015-07-17T12:16:00.000-07:002015-07-17T12:16:23.250-07:00around here ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The last twenty-two days have been a tumultous ride.<br />
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Among other things, I have been ...<br />
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<i>experiencing </i>an <a href="http://www.methodistorthopedics.com/anterior-cervical-discectomy-and-fusion" target="_blank">anterior cervical discectomy and fusion</a>. There is a long recovery time.<br />
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<i>discovering </i>a plethora of technical papers written by physicians, nurses and physical therapists, about spinal fusion, but little from the patient perspective.<br />
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<i>recalling </i>the pre-op experience like a trip on LSD, sort of like "A Family Affair." <br />
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<i>feeling </i>extremely naked and vulnerable. And, scared.<br />
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<i>extremely grateful</i> for the outpouring of love and support.<br />
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<i>aware </i>that I am truly blessed to be married to my darling husband.<br />
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<i>watching cable TV </i>where I saw five <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meryl_Streep" target="_blank">Meryl Streep</a> movies in five days. "The French Lieutenant's Woman;" "Falling in Love;" "The Devil Wears Prada," twice; "Julie and Julia;" and my most favorite of all her movies, "The Bridges of Madison County."<br />
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<i>laughing and crying</i> through the first season of Netflix's new series starring Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin, "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_and_Frankie" target="_blank">Grace and Frankie.</a>" It's simply wonderful and incredibly real!<br />
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<i>learning </i>to walk normal again. For several years now, I have literally stumbled through life. Today, I can walk a straight line. The danger of falling has been reduced significantly, and THAT is a really big deal.<br />
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<i>enjoying </i>just being still.<br />
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<i>walking </i>with my dh every morning just after sunrise, while the air is cool.<br />
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<i>counting </i>my blessings.<br />
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I saw this picture on Pinterest and saved it to my phone. It reminded me of an earlier time in my life, when I was still figuring out who I was going to be.<br />
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I lived in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Key_West,_Florida" target="_blank">Key West, Florida</a> from April 1975 until October 1982, before the Navy sold Truman Annex and the cruise ships arrived. For most of those years I drove a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nash_Metropolitan" target="_blank">1958 Nash Metropolitan</a> just like this one. It was a hardtop with bench seats and the gear stick on the column. It was "Caribbean Green!"<br />
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I bought it for $260 from an older woman named Shirley who lived on the Gulf side of Big Pine Key. She purchased it "new" in Miami and drove it into the Keys and it had never been further north than Miami in its life. It had 5,800 miles on it when I bought it and it had been sitting in her garage for a few years. With the help of a friend, we put a new battery in it, and it started right up. The body was made of galvanized steel making it resistant to the rust that permeates vehicles in the subtropics and it was a very sturdy little car! It was an awful lot of fun to drive!<br />
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During the years I owned this car I was involved with the local community theatre group at the Waterfront Playhouse. One of the directors, Ruth Newton, brought guest artists into town for one or two shows at the theatre to raise money. One day, she asked me if I could pick up a man at the Key West airport. His name was <a href="http://www.body-snatchers.com/" target="_blank">Kevin McCarthy</a> and he was doing his one man show, "Give 'em hell, Harry." I was to take him to the Pier House so he could check in to his hotel room, then bring him to the theatre.<br />
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When Mr. McCarthy (I never could call him Kevin) approached my car in front of the airport that day with his leather valise in hand, he laughed at my car, then told me he had done TV commercials for Nash-Rambler in the 1950s for the Metropolitan. He said there were less than 14,000 of them produced, which seemed like a lot to me, but, I would learn it really wasn't much. He seemed quite delighted to be escorted around Key West in my little car and it was certainly fun for me. He was an absolute gentleman the entire time and actually talked of his wife and son with much fondness. I took him back to the airport when it was his time to depart and he gave me his address and phone number and told me to call when I finally made it to New York City. I never made it and now he's gone. But, I've got this lovely memory!<br />
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I also had the privilege of schlepping Academy Award winning actress <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estelle_Parsons" target="_blank">Estelle Parsons</a> around in 1979 when she came to do her one woman show, "Miss Margarida's Way." My girlfriend and I were her "handlers." They didn't call it that back then, but, that's what we did. We took her shopping, out to eat, drinking, and, I'm telling you, she was a wild woman! She called us on stage during her performances and I do believe Kristy and I held our own during the improvisations! It was a dynamite experience to be that close to that kind of talent and I prayed some of it would rub off on me!<br />
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Superman's love interest, Lois Lane, drove a custom Metropolitan on the 1950s TV show, and that did as much to make it famous as any of the television commercials. Mine was the only Metropolitan in the Lower Keys and for those few formative years I was someone special because I drove that car.<br />
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I grew up in the Commonwealth of Virginia with a very bossy (some would say overbearing) mother, so driving around a tiny island at the southernmost point in the United States, far away from her, in my little Lois Lane car gave me the freedom to discover myself. I really needed that. I needed to be around other people, especially other women, who lived their lives on their own terms. It showed me the way I wanted to go. And, while it's not an easy path to travel, I think it's much of the reason I've been able to find joy in the face of despair. I had great role models and for that I am eternally grateful.<br />
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<i>working </i>on wrapping up the school year and the Everglades Eyes children's art exhibit at <a href="http://odshm.ch2v.com/content.asp?PageID=3" target="_blank">Old Davie School</a>.<br />
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<i>shopping </i>for 1:6 scale white lace fabric for a wedding dress for my Jacey Birch Barbie doll, and, I'm here to tell you, it's easier said than done.<br />
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<i>thinking </i>about my dad this Memorial Day weekend.PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com0Florida, USA27.6648274 -81.51575350000001720.4843744 -91.842902000000009 34.8452804 -71.188605000000024tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-72253043483566748412015-04-22T00:00:00.000-07:002015-04-22T00:00:06.921-07:00Happy Earth Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Since I took up photography, I have had some lucky accidents with my camera. I'm always impressed when the really good pictures are shots of plants, birds and flowers. We live in paradise here, and I'm just so tickled I have these images to remind me where I am! (As if I could forget!) The kingfisher catching a fish and the 'gator pics are two of my all time favorites!</div>
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One Saturday night last summer, my darling husband and I were watching the evening news on Channel 10, the Miami ABC affiliate, and Jacey Birch was the weekend anchor. When the weather guy, Trent Aric came on, there was some joking going on between the two of them, and we both commented on their chemistry! It was fun to watch!<div>
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I remembered seeing a picture on Facebook that they were "dating," and, then, for who knows what reason, it popped into my head ... Barbie and Ken!</div>
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I rooted around in the Barbie room for a redheaded Barbie (I have several in my collection) and found Suite Retreat™ Barbie®, one of the Silkstone dolls from 2005. Her hair seemed to be a very close match to Jacey's, so she was to become the chosen one. I had a beautiful hand knit red dress made by my doll friend, Vince Nowell, and it was exactly the same shade as her lips, so it seemed perfect for this little beauty! It was definitely something Jacey would wear!</div>
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Sure enough! There he was! Still in the box at the top of the closet! The Fashion Insider™ Ken® Giftset from 2003! His dark hair was like Trent's, and they both had that great athletic build. The suit and tie would definitely give him the air of a TV meteorologist, so ... it was done.</div>
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After dressing and combing and primping, (although I never did get that tie to look right!) I took a picture of the Trent & Jacey Barbie and Ken dolls with my camera phone and tweeted it, tagging Jacey & Trent. I hoped they wouldn't be insulted or think it weird.</div>
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It wasn't too long after that weekend watching them on the evening news that they went off together on an adventure to Thailand. They posted pictures of the places they visited, and it was clear from the photos they shared on Facebook that their relationship was something special ... it was clearly grounded in friendship and fun ... and, for all of us paying attention, we were so hoping they would fall in love with each other. We would be rewarded!</div>
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Before Thanksgiving last year, Trent accomplished a feat of magic! He proposed to Jacey on television. Or, rather, in the television studio where it could be filmed for the whole world to see. You can watch the proposal <a href="http://www.local10.com/station/trent-aric-surprises-jacey-birch-with-marriage-proposal/29697034" target="_blank">here</a>, and grab a tissue! You'll tear up!</div>
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Their fairytale romance took on new meaning for so many of us! We had a wedding to look forward to! We had our own "royal couple" to watch, and we knew these people. They had been in our living rooms and kitchens, talking to us about news and weather and traffic. They were part of our family.</div>
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On April 12th, Jacey and Trent were married on an island in French Polynesia. It was just Jacey and Trent and their officiant and, to be perfectly honest, that seemed like the perfect way to do it. So much of their romance had been shared with us, their adoring fans, and it was only good and proper that the most intimate moments should be between just the two of them. I applaud their choice.<br />
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They will be headed home soon. It's been joyful to watch their antics as well as their romance. That Trent Aric is quite a jokester! And, Jacey? She's just sweet and lovely and a formidable animal advocate, which is why so many of us love her! She's a voice for those who cannot speak for themselves, and that's what makes her a noble princess to us.<br />
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Thank you Jacey and Trent for letting us in on the magic of love! We wish you happily ever after!<br />
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Easter is a funny Christian holiday. You never know where it's going to fall on the calendar. Could be March. Could be April. I've wondered about this for ever so long, so, today I Googled it and found answers. Yes. That is plural. There's not just one answer.<br />
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For those readers who may not know, Easter is when Christians celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, who rose from the dead on the third day after his crucifixion and ascended into heaven where he is seated at the right hand of God. These events are recorded in the New Testament of the Holy Bible.<br />
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Given the literal implications of resurrection, it makes sense that Easter should be celebrated at the beginning of Spring, when everything is new again.<br />
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On the two equinoxes every year, Spring and Autumn, the sun shines directly on the equator and the length of day and night is nearly equal – but not quite. (Which is a whole other conversation for another day.)<br />
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In 325 AD the Council of Nicaea (the first Christian advisors, of sorts) established that Easter would be held on the first Sunday after the first full moon occurring on or after the vernal equinox. From that point forward, the Easter date depended on the ecclesiastical approximation of March 21 (the first day of Spring) for the vernal equinox.<br />
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According to the New Testament, Jesus celebrated Passover before he was crucified, so, clearly Passover is linked to the Christian holiday of Easter.<br />
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BUT!!! Easter and Passover are based on two different calendars. Easter is based on the solar calendar, the calendar commonly used today. In Western churches, Easter is dated as the first Sunday after the first full moon of spring which means it will occur somewhere between March 22 and April 25. Eastern Orthodox churches have a different approach based on the lunar calendar.<br />
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Passover, on the other hand, is based on the Jewish calendar, a lunar calendar that has twelve 28-day months. (Oh, the moon!) The Book of Leviticus, chapter 23, verses 4-8, puts the emphasis on the first and seventh days of Passover, calling for "gathering of a sacred assembly and abstaining from regular work." I have attended a Jewish Seder and the message appears to me to be similar ... many of the aspects of communion seem to have been taken from the Passover tradition. Renewal. Restoration. Or, as the Baptists say, "Born Again."<br />
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When I was a girl, Easter meant a new dress and new patent leather shoes, which I think was my favorite part of all the Easter brouhaha. There was always this atmosphere of newness in my mother's family (she had six sisters as nutty as she was!) and my mother prided herself on being a fashion conscious and modern woman. We always looked good!<br />
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As a child, Easter also meant dying eggs beautiful shades of red and blue and green that would be hidden for us to find and chocolates filled our colorful Easter baskets. For kids, Easter was a party with lots of cousins and ham and potato salad and lots of pretty new clothes. I don't know how we comprehended what Easter really was, but, somehow the message got through.<br />
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The way I think about my religion is more spiritual these days. Like the New Year, I'm eager for renewal and a new opportunity to get it right, if such a thing is even possible, that is.<br />
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I suspect there was a Jesus, and, after reading those New Testament stories so many times, I imagine that he was a radical, preaching love and kindness, which seems to have been unheard of at that time. We have different methods in the twenty-first century for crucifying people, but in Jesus' time, love and kindness were not qualities associated with conquering new worlds, so they treated him really bad. They made an example of him. I guess that Sanhedrin council thought they should just nip it in the bud. Clearly, that didn't work very well!<br />
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I watch daily the religious wars in the Middle East and it breaks my heart. If it were my world, everyone would start fresh come Easter Sunday, whether Christian or Jewish or Muslim or Buddhist or Agnostic. A fresh start for everyone would be good for the planet! I wish that each of us is renewed, restored and find a chocolate rabbit waiting for us!<br />
Happy Easter!<br />
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<br />PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-10195339945703682592015-03-24T13:27:00.002-07:002015-03-25T07:45:13.999-07:00baby in the cradleHow odd.<br />
I've discovered something that's NOT on Wikipedia.<br />
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Do you remember CB radios? They were popular with truck drivers before there were cell phones, allowing truckers to talk to each other while they were driving. They'd share weather and traffic info, alert their fellow drivers where the cops were set up with their speed traps, and if someone had trouble, a CB radio call brought help. When Burt Reynolds' movie, "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smokey_and_the_Bandit" target="_blank">Smokey and The Bandit</a>" hit movie theatres across the country in 1977, CB radios became popular with mainstream America and the CB culture was born! Got that, good buddy?<br />
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I had been living in Key West for nearly seven years when Reagan's recession hit in 1983 and I lost all three of my jobs, one at a time. It was a desperate time for me. I didn't want to leave Key West. I loved it there. I wasn't a world traveler, so, I didn't know where else I could go and find work. I'd been playing around with the idea of Fort Lauderdale; I'd been there a couple of time with my girlfriend and it had a good vibe. But, you don't just up and move when you have a child. You have to plan and prepare. I wasn't yet smart enough to understand this, so I drove to my mother's in Virginia and left my daughter with my mom while I figured out what I was going to do. We agreed it would only be for a few weeks.<br />
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It was on that return trip to Key West that I learned about "baby in the cradle."<br />
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I was driving a 1977 Toyota Celica, like the one in the picture. From Key West to my mother's home in Virginia was a 13 hour ride, and, back then, I could handle it, stopping only when one of us had to go to the bathroom. It was me, the kid and our dog, and we made it to our destination without incident.<br />
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I stayed over for two nights, leaving my mom's right after dinner on the third day for the return run, thinking I could get through the Carolinas and Georgia and well into Florida by morning. Traffic late at night was mostly tractor trailers hauling freight. There weren't that many tourists driving to Florida back in the early 1980s; nothing like it is today. Disney World and Spring Break were folks' main reasons for coming to Florida back then.<br />
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I thought I was making really good time when I hit South of the Border at the NC/SC state line just after midnight, so I pulled into a Burger King for a cup of coffee and a bathroom break for me and the dog. I also bought her a hamburger. And, no, she didn't get the bun or the pickle; just the burger! When we'd finished our break, I got back into my car to head out, but it wouldn't start. It was definitely a "what the fuck" moment. Here I was, a long way from home with a tiny amount of money and no idea what to do.<br />
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I sat on the curb next to my car, the hood up, talking to the dog, trying to figure out what my next move was. I was grateful that it was night and there weren't a lot of people around. I was able to have a good cry. I'd been sitting there for a while when two guys came out of the Burger King and asked me what the problem was. I told 'em my car wouldn't start. The taller of the two walked over to his big rig and brought out a tool box. The other one, puffing on his Marlboro, poked around in the engine. It took them just a few minutes to diagnose my problem. The tall one said, "Your alternator is shot."<br />
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When I asked what that meant, they explained to me that they could get my car started, but, the battery wouldn't charge and I wouldn't be able to run my headlights. They suggested I wait until morning and return to my mother's in Virginia. They were clear that trying to drive to Key West without headlights was a risky thing to do. (Yes. I was foolish enough to think I could do it.)<br />
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I remember quietly crying and thanking them for their help and watching as they packed up their tools. The tall guy walked over to his truck, and the Marlboro man walked around behind the Burger King.<br />
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I watched as the tall one pulled his rig out onto the highway; then, he pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway. At the same time, the Marlboro man came around from behind the Burger King in his rig and stopped right in front of me. I was still sitting on the curb with the dog on the leash. Mr. Marlboro jumped down from his cab and walked toward me.<br />
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He asked me if I was a fan of "Smokey and the Bandit."<br />
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Well, of course I was! Who wasn't?<br />
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Then he asked me if I had a CB radio in my car.<br />
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I did. My handle was "Lady Blue."<br />
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Then, he explained to me what they (he and the the tall guy) could do. He asked me if I knew what "baby in the cradle" was. I didn't. Then he explained it. I could drive my car in between their trucks without my headlights. They were going to Jacksonville, planning to be there come morning, and if I could keep up, this was what they would do for me.<br />
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I don't know why they were willing to help me. To this day I cannot tell you why these two men would help a weepy woman with a dog. But, they did. And, I was very grateful.<br />
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I asked the Marlboro man if I could go pee and, before he could answer, I handed him the dog's leash. I didn't know how long it would be before they stopped, but, I had consumed a cup of coffee and I needed to tinkle before we hit the road. I was definitely in.<br />
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Driving your car between two big rigs is intimidating. Under normal circumstances, when you hit your brakes, your car stops within a few car lengths, based on the speed at which you're traveling. A tractor trailer needs a lot more of those 'car lengths' to come to a complete stop, so there's no messing around when you're riding in the "cradle." I spent the night listening and watching and maintaining 70 mph.<br />
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I will admit that the first hour or so was a bit harrowing. If you've ever driven through Georgia via I-95, there is one long stretch that's just forest on both sides of the road for as far as you can see. Somewhere in that stretch of road I began to feel comfortable. They chatted it up on the CB and every now and then they would call out to me. I was so overwhelmed by their kindness that I didn't know what to say most of the time.<br />
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We stopped at a truck stop around 5 AM, about 30 miles from the Florida state line. They started talking to me about stopping a good half hour before we ever exited the highway. It was the hardest part for me, maintaining speed and distance, slowing down slowly while watching behind and in front. But, I did it. Or, THEY did it!<br />
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They bought me breakfast, waited while I got gas and we got out on the road that one last time. As we crossed the Florida state line, the sun was coming up and they got chatty on the CB. They began explaining to me what was going to happen when we got to Jacksonville, that they would be exiting the highway and I would continue on my journey to Key West. I remember telling them I wished there was some way I could thank them. And, I remember the Marlboro man saying, "Get home safe. That'll be thanks enough."<br />
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It's been a really long time since I thought about that trip from Virginia to Key West. A single memory, frozen in my mind. So, when it surfaced recently, as old memories are prone to do, I Googled "baby in the cradle." I was truly surprised that there was nothing at all. Not a single entry.<br />
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Since that time, I have loved and respected truck drivers. I'm the one who slows to let them pull over in front of me on the highway when no one else will. And, I'm the one who gets mad (and, blows her horn) at people who cut in front of big rigs. Those idiots need to spend a night in the 'cradle' to teach them a lesson! Although, these days, you probably won't see that happening. Too many cars, too many people and way too many regulations. And, lots of highway patrol officers.<br />
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Wherever the tall guy and the Marlboro man went, whatever they did after that night, I'm sure their good karma followed. Lucky for me those angels were on duty that night. They kept me safe and helped me get home. Thank you, both.<br />
<br />PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-2300791321310867032015-03-10T13:12:00.002-07:002015-03-10T13:12:47.461-07:00homelessnessI read the local newspaper almost every day. The (Fort Lauderdale) Sun-Sentinel. And, I'm talking about the actual newspaper, the one that's delivered to your front door. Not the digital version. There's just something about the newspaper ... the way you hold it up to shut other folks out as you read the news or the comics or the obituaries. There's a melody to the rustling paper as you turn the pages. Sometimes I even get a whiff of the ink used to print the paper and I like that.<div>
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There have been a lot of stories in the "Local" section of the news this past year about the homeless situation in Fort Lauderdale. The groups that <a href="http://www.sun-sentinel.com/local/broward/fort-lauderdale/fl-homelees-feeding-ruling-20141202-story.html" target="_blank">feed them on the beach</a> have been targeted because feeding the homeless people at the beach interferes with the tourists' perception of paradise and that is contrary to the Fort Lauderdale mayor and city commission. They think it should appear that life in south Florida is all sunshine and rainbows so everyone wants to come here. Which is exactly why the homeless come here. It's warm. And, someone will feed them.<br /><div>
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Last week, I left my office to get a sandwich. I got caught by the traffic signal and so, had time to sit and watch what was going on at the bus stop there on the corner. There's a bench and there is usually a couple of folks waiting for the next bus. I am an avid people watcher, but, on this particular day, there was this woman ... she was wrapped from head to toe in a rather stylish combination of fashions and she walked in circles around the bench, talking to someone unseen by me. There were people waiting for the bus, but they had clearly distanced themselves from her. </div>
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As she repeated her path around the bench, I noted there were several shopping bags leaning against the bench, clearly filled with this woman's few personal belongings. I watched in fascination as she walked around and around the bench and I wondered to myself how a person could be this way, how they could repeat this walking around the bench over and over. I wondered how long she had been here. I grabbed my camera and fired a couple of shots.</div>
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Later the same day, a little after 4:30, I headed back toward that traffic signal. There is a gas station on that corner and I was on "E" for empty. I pulled in, parked next to the pump, swiped my ATM card and set the pump to fill my tank. And, as I leaned against my car to wait, I saw her.</div>
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I don't know much about homeless people. I am deeply saddened by families who live in their cars, a type of homelessness that no one talks much about. I see people sleeping in the bushes sometimes on the back side of the bus station. And, I know the local police often find homeless individuals hiding, sleeping, peeing and pooping in the beautiful landscaping we have here in sunny, south Florida. It seems these folks have little regard for the other folks around them, though. This lack of respect makes it hard for me to have sympathy for them. Why can't they just get a job and get their life together? What's so hard about that?</div>
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You see, the thing is ... I know how hard it can be. I've watched my brother struggle with issues that caused him to be homeless just two years ago. He's in a group living facility today, working day labor and just getting by, but he still hasn't found a full-time job. I often wonder if there is a connection between those two things? The homelessness status and getting a job?</div>
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They are not going away anytime soon. Not until it's warmer up north. Then there aren't as many of them. Especially during the summer. They come back, though. When it gets cold up north, they head south and a lot of them like Fort Lauderdale Beach. I don't think they're here for fun in the sun, though. I think they come here just to keep warm. It's a good thing the sunshine is free, isn't it?</div>
PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-89293774634953941602015-02-24T13:26:00.001-08:002015-02-24T13:26:17.335-08:00the color blue<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I love the color blue, like the blue skies we see often here in Florida.<br />I often take pictures of the blue skies and the puffy white clouds.</span><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">I have blue eyes and I love blue jeans. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I don't feel blue very often, but I love blues music.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">My favorite Joni Mitchell song is titled, "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5782PQO5is" target="_blank">BLUE</a>."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25.5px;">Singer-songwriter Lesley Gore, who topped the charts in 1963 at age 16 with her epic song of teenage angst, "It's My Party," and followed it up with the hits "Judy's Turn to Cry," and the feminist anthem "You Don't Own Me," died this week. She was 68.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 25.5px;">This loss is personal. She was 16 years old. I was 13 and I knew every word to "It's My Party." One of her later hit songs, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDUjeR01wnU" target="_blank">"You Don't Own Me,"</a> became my anthem! I remember telling my parents 'you don't own me!' when they wouldn't let me do what I wanted. To make matters worse, I couldn't tolerate boyfriends telling me what I could wear and who I could be friends with, so I would use the lyrics to declare my independence. It might be why my boyfriends came and went so quickly back then!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 25.5px;">"American Bandstand" was a TV show that came on at 4 o'clock in the afternoon in the early 1960s </span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25.5px;">and my girlfriend, Betty Ann, and I were faithful fans</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25.5px;">. As high school freshmen, we were desperately seeking who and how we were going to be. We watched Bandstand for hairstyles, makeup, clothes, and shoes as much as we watched to listen to the latest tunes and learn the dances. For that half hour each day, we would dance around the living room in our sock feet, and share beauty tips and gossip. It's what teenage girls did back then. That was our social media, I guess!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25.5px;">Eventually I figured out which hairstyle worked best for my hair, but, oh, what a lot of work that hairstyle was! Using big plastic rollers with the pink plastic pics to hold them in place made sleeping a real challenge. To find a comfortable position where a pic didn't poke was a nightly ritual. And, I did this every night, Sunday through Thursday. After all, I had to keep up appearances! That's what high school freshmen did in my day! It wasn't just about being smart (although that was very important) ... it was about what you wore and how you wore it!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25.5px;">One other reason why I am taking her death so personally has to do with mortality. Hers and mine. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25.5px;">With only a few years difference between us, it has given me pause to consider how close I am to the end of my life. Yes, I have longevity in my family ... my maternal grandfather lived to be 110 ... so, there's probably a longevity gene floating around in there somewhere. But, still ... none of us knows how much time we have left. None of us know this, not even those diagnosed with terminal illnesses. Yet, when a friend dies ... or someone we've known all our lives as I've "known" Lesley Gore ... well, it makes me think.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25.5px;">Goodbye, Lesley. We loved you. Thanks for the memories.</span>PoetC7http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544744109708024717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924967031534460366.post-3209809495521877542015-02-13T09:00:00.000-08:002015-02-13T09:00:04.231-08:00Saving the art gallery ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some days you just go along and everything is fine. Then, one day, someone sends you a note and says, "Hey, you might want to check this out." Lemme tell you. It's a good thing I did.<br />
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I went to the City Commission meeting on Tuesday night. I had written my little 3 minute speech. I had a beef, but, I'm working very hard at being diplomatic. It's quite challenging for a big mouth like me, but, I'm getting the hang of it.<br />
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The speech pretty much says it all. It took two minutes and 59 seconds to deliver it to the mayor and four commissioners ...<br />
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<i>Tonight you will review a Staff Update on Lanier Parking. Under “unfinished business,” item d.2. on the report, is to “Remodel the Woman’s Club building” to accommodate the parking office. The estimated cost to do this “remodel” is $60,000.</i><br />
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<i>I urge you to consider striking this item from the list. Here are a few reasons why, in no particular order. </i><br />
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<i>No. 1: I am certain this was NOT what the Woman’s Club had in mind when they deeded the property over to the City in 2011. It has served as a cultural center for nearly 50 years and it is on a path of resurgence to continue to serve as a cultural center, which is evident in the cultural activities that have been held there since July 2012.</i><br />
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<i>No. 2: To remove the kitchen would SEVERLY limit the ability of the Woman’s Club building to serve as a rental facility. Generating revenue is essential to longevity of the building’s use as a cultural space. One of our Big Hairy Audacious Goals is to create a “small,” unique, art-filled space for rentals, including business seminars, art workshops, bridal & baby showers, family reunions and more. Not everyone needs a huge hall that will accommodate 200 people. However, the absence of a kitchen would essentially put the building out of business as a rental.</i><br />
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<i>No. 3: I have been the biggest advocate there is for preservation of the Woman’s Club building since I first identified it as an underused public building, for everything from keeping the jalousie windows to preserving the bead board on the walls. I suspect the Historical Society will support me when I say that to violate the integrity of the building to create an office is a crime against historic preservation. The Woman’s Club was built by none other than Al Hagen, himself, and his wife was the club’s first president. There is historical significance in the building and it would be heartbreaking to see that destroyed to accommodate people paying their parking tickets.</i><br />
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<i>I could go on, but I think you get the drift. </i><br />
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<i>Of the five options offered for consideration in the report, I was surprised that moving Lanier Parking’s office into the City Hall building wasn’t on that list. City Hall is close to the parking lot, provides ample parking during daytime business hours, the comings and goings of staff and visitors to a parking office would not be disruptive to other activities like they would be for, say, <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/poetc7/art-gallery-21-~-wilton-manors/" target="_blank">an art gallery,</a> and the fiscal impact could be negligible. The City wouldn’t have to build anything or remodel anything. I don't know everything, but, it seems like a real no brainer to me. As a taxpayer, it’s my money you’re spending, and I’m all for economically sound choices. Please. Choose wisely. Thank you.</i><br />
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When the 'Public Speaking' part of the meeting closed, I went outside to speak with a friend before heading home. "Unfinished Business" was at the end of the agenda and it was late. We weren't outside two minutes and a man came out and said, "You better get in there. They're talking about your kitchen." My friend and I raced back in and took our seats as one commissioner commented that he was "very opposed to this idea."<br />
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One down. Four to go.<br />
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The next commissioner said he agreed with the first commissioner. Then, the mayor suggested other ways they might address the issue, which was to reduce parking costs and find a suitable place for the parking office. He was in agreement that the Woman's Club wasn't a suitable place.<br />
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Then, our newest commissioner ... well, let me just say I never heard him say he was opposed to using the Woman's Club. He did say he thought it was "important" for the parking office to be close to the parking for the Arts & Entertainment District (with so many bars and restaurants and not yet enough ART). As soon as the city posts the video from the meeting, I want to listen, again, to what he said. I believe this man has an agenda that isn't necessarily in the interest of the tax paying residents.<br />
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The last commissioner, the only woman on the panel, agreed that the Woman's Club should be taken off that list. When she spoke, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Four of the five heard my plea.<br />
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Now, I don't know if what I said had any influence on their decision. Usually politicians already have their minds made up about agenda items before the meeting even starts. Perhaps they had each decided beforehand that this wasn't a good idea. Regardless, I'm so happy they agreed with me.<br />
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And, tonight, Friday, the 13th of February, is the opening of a new show at the gallery with a delightful artist who is also a long time friend. She says she's bringing cupcakes and twinkies.<br />
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Hey! I'm ready!<br />
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I could be handy, mending a fuse<br />
when your lights have gone<br />
You can knit a sweater by the fireside<br />
Sunday mornings go for a ride<br />
Doing the garden, digging the weeds<br />
Who could ask for more?<br />
Will you still need me,<br />
will you still feed me<br />
when I'm sixty-four?<br />
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Second verse of the song by the Beatles<br />
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I had a fantastic birthday weekend. I took Friday and Monday off from work and did some things. On Friday, I mostly puttered around the house. I like puttering and I am a good putterer.<br />
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Saturday, I started my birthday morning at <a href="http://www.jazzercise.com/" target="_blank">Jazzercise </a>with a Personal Touch class with Darlene. It's a personal trainer kind of environment, but instead of one-on-one, it is a small class with the focus on technique and strength building. We do a lot of core work. It seems a strong core is really super important. We did a lot of planks. A lot. Planks are hard. I am much better at puttering.</div>
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Saturday afternoon I had the pleasure of spending a couple of hours with a wonderful doll friend and his partner. We sat in his "workshop" surrounded by dolls dressed in his 1950s inspired fashions and drank wine and talked about dolls and love and life. It was deeee-lightful!<br />
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He made for me a miniature of the first Barbie Dream House. You can see Poppy Parker holding it in the photo there ... and there was a sweet, pink cupcake and a sweet card to make me feel sweet. It worked!</div>
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Saturday evening my darling husband took me out for dinner at an exquisite Thai restaurant I had never been to before. I asked him if he'd brought his girlfriend there. LOL! He's so funny! He goes along with my teasing because he knows I'm so terrible at it!</div>
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Sunday was a very laid back kind of day. DH did the grocery shopping, I did the laundry and we napped. My girls came over for a vegetarian dinner and mango key lime pie and they brought me flowers and made me feel special. My brother gave me a lovely gift of a stainless steel anchor with gold trim on a black cord. I put it on immediately and love it! He said I'm his anchor and a few other people's as well. I wonder if that's a good thing ...<br />
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Monday I helped a gifted artist install her one-woman show in our little neighborhood <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Art-Gallery-21-at-The-Womans-Club-of-Wilton-Manors/162589607103590" target="_blank">art gallery.</a> She's interesting as a person and fascinating as an artist. She's created wonderful collage filled bird cages that are delightful and thought provoking. She uses such odd materials to create her art ... everything from vintage books and papers to store receipts, fabrics, photos and rusty metal. You just never know what you'll find in one of Janet's collages!<br />
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Now, it's hump day, the temps are falling and it's chilly by south Florida standards and we're going into a 3-day holiday weekend. You never know what might happen! So far, it's been fun being 64!<br />
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When I get older<br />
Losing my hair<br />
Many years from now<br />
Will you still be sending me a Valentine?<br />
Birthday greetings?<br />
Bottle of wine?<br />
If I'd been out till quarter to three<br />
Would you lock the door?<br />
Will you still need me?<br />
Will you still feed me?<br />
When I'm sixty-four?<br />
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You'll be older, too,<br />
And, if you say the word,<br />
I could stay with you ....<br />
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<i>First verse of the song by the Beatles </i><br />
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Some people make resolutions for the New Year. I'm not one of those people. I make resolutions on my birthday, which is a very good day to have a birthday, by the way. It's just far enough past Christmas that I never got cheated on gifts. And, it's far enough before Lent and Easter, so I never got cheated on gifts. (I still feel bad for those folks whose birthdays fall between December 24 and January 2.)<br />
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This year the theme is <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViKkjSzdwL4" target="_blank">"When I'm sixty-four."</a><br />
So, here is a list of the things I will accomplish while I'm sixty-four:<br />
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1. <b>Print </b>a book filled with 64 photographs by me. I will title it, "When I'm sixty-four." I hope it will be mostly portraits of people I know, but a few cat and dog photos will probably sneak in there.<br />
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2. <b>Whittle </b>my voluminous doll collection down. I have too many, my collecting habits have changed, and it's time to sell and give away at least 64 of them, sending them off to adventures with others.<br />
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3. <b>Write </b>64 blog entries. Sounds easy, doesn't it? There are 365 days in the year, which breaks down to one blog entry every 5.7 days. That's more often than once a week, you know. Sometimes I have weeks go by when I can't think of anything to write about, so this one will be a real challenge. I need a good challenge though, so let's have at it, shall we?<br />
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Three things is enough, I think.<br />
Besides, I still have three more days until my birthday!<br />
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<b>Let the wild rumpus begin!</b><br />
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Straight from Wikipedia ... <b>Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel</b> (19 August 1883 – 10 January 1971) was a French fashion designer and founder of the Chanel brand. She is the only fashion designer listed on Time magazine's list of the 100 most influential people of the 20th century. Along with Paul Poiret, Chanel was credited with liberating women from the constraints of the "corseted silhouette" and popularizing the acceptance of a sportive, casual chic as the feminine standard in the post-World War I era. A prolific fashion creator, Chanel's influence extended beyond couture clothing. Her design aesthetic was realized in jewelry, handbags, and fragrance. Her signature scent, Chanel No. 5, has become an iconic product.<br />
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I've watched every movie ever made about Coco Chanel and I have long admired the style of the clothes and accessories she designed. Today, Karl Lagerfeld is the designer for Chanel, and his recent stuff isn't bad.<br />
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For the longest time, I couldn't understand haute couture. I love fashion, but I didn't "get" the outrageousness of the fashion shows or the high prices of the clothes. In reality, who can afford $3,000 for a handbag or a pair of shoes? Seriously.<br />
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Then, Meryl Streep explained it to me, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzu-RgorcSo" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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The "IT" bag. VOGUE had a little <a href="http://www.vogue.com/projects/8072087/it-bag-election-2015/" target="_blank">online survey</a> of which of ten handbags would be the "IT" bag for 2015. I picked the Chanel flap bag with all the funky embellishments. IF I was going to buy a Chanel bag for the season, THIS is the one I would purchase.<br />
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The advertising slogan for this bag is quite likable. "Carry some wisdom into spring: All you need in life is peace, love, understanding, and Chanel." But, with a price tag of $3,800, this chickadee won't be sporting Chanel's Flap Bag. She'll be looking for the style of the bag at a lower end, like Macy's or Nordstrom. The flap bag is not a new design. I have a nice leather flap bag from Eddie Bauer in my handbag collection that dates back to the 1990s. It is a classic design. What Chanel has done with it here is they've made it fresh again. And, I'm betting you'll see flap bags everywhere this year.<br />
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<b>2015 Runway Collection</b><br />
This modern take on the classic Chanel "look" includes that adorable Flap Bag! I liked that all of the models in this series of designs are wearing shimmering gold stockings and gold shoes with black wingtips. It accents the clothes and keeps the focus on the clothes.<br />
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Lagerfeld likes black. And, he uses it well throughout the Runway collection. I especially like the modern skirt suit and the skirt & pants/leggings. I would wear these clothes. I'd wear those shoes, too. No high heels was a welcome sight!<br />
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This looks more like it, don't you think? The Chanel suit in a soft pink and that little knitted hat? Love it! It works with those black boots, too.<br />
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The skirt will trickle down. Young women can bare their belly button, but, a little higher on the waist works for us more "mature" ladies. It's the black belt that makes the skirt so likeable. It's a great visual element.<br />
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I just like the whole look. It's so Karl Lagerfeld.<br />
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I like that every model is wearing those black booties. No sky high heels. OMG! Comfortable shoes from haute couture? No way! What a concept!<br />
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The cut of the top is so classic Chanel. It appears again in this collection and I'm betting it will appear off the runway come spring/summer.<br />
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I like how the black belt is used with the floral skirt. It works here as well as it worked with the pink skirt from earlier in the collection. Doesn't detract from the colors. Adds a great design element.<br />
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This was a big surprise.<br />
So Barbie-esque.<br />
Pink.<br />
Bow at the waist.<br />
Sparkles elongating the figure.<br />
And, then, that fluffy pink hat just really tops it off!<br />
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I can see a young lady at her prom, dressed in Chanel!<br />
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I just like everything about this dress.<br />
I do not like that eye makeup.<br />
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This is too cutesy for past 25, but the pieces are adorable. I love ruffles and Peter Pan collars and the pale color and print strike a charming contrast to those black boots and that "I'm mad" eye makeup.<br />
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Again, the use of black as a design element. Well done.<br />
And, there's that blouse again. We'll be seeing that come spring. I'm sure of it.<br />
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<b>Karl Lagerfeld</b> is the master of reinvention, having repeatedly transformed himself as well as his labels. He is currently the creative director of Chanel, Fendi and his eponymous label. He has previously designed for Chloe and created a range for H&M. In 2014, Mattel released the Karl Lagerfeld Barbie which sold out immediately. She is coveted among collectors.</div>
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I love fashion, which might explain why I am so enamoured of fashion dolls. They can wear all the things I cannot. I wore sky high heels, short skirts and long hair when I was a young woman. But, as life dictates, things change. And, all of that has changed for me. As Lagerfeld lost weight so he could wear the clothes of a certain designer he fancied, I've had to find new designers who create clothes that I want to wear. Us boomers are still a market AND we have more money than the 18-to-34 demographic. Whether I'd spend it on the Chanel Flap Bag is a horse of a different color. I could change my mind, you know ...</div>
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