Crazy Mofos For Sure~

Are we crazy???  At times, I really think we are.  But when we talk things over, and pencil things out, it just seems like our unorthodox ways work for us.  And in this particular case, they had better.

We are doing it, yep, shake your head if you’d like, but we are selling our beautiful home and our eclectic 01b22de98b3c542c63114ef031cfc921bdd68901e4array of belongings and moving into our motor home.

This decision did not come lightly, took a lot of research, questions, and some questions with answers, a lot of “i don’t knows” and a wee bit of gypsy on our part.  Randy really appealed to me when he said that it would be a fun way to test our skills.  I have to say that’s true, we pretty much know what we can do with a typical property, so let’s see how we do living in this rather Bohemic way. Well, not totally Bohemic, if you’ve seen our RV in previous posts, you know…

But it’s been a process.  A process of changing the way we look at things, the items we’ve accumulated over the years.  Things that have been near and dear to my heart for the time, the place, the people that are connected to those items.  So things have been gifted to many, sold and donated.  It takes time and the proper state of mind.  I’m kind of an expert packer…this will be my 29th time moving in my 58 years. The catalyst is that both of my husband’s wrists are deteriorating and he needs to take a much needed break from using tools, which means we are through, for the time being, of fixing houses up for ourselves.  Home ownership will not be in our future for perhaps a year or so, longer if we like living lightly.  Living Lightly…I like the sound of that.

We will stay local for the time being, not wanting to leave the Venice area, family and friends, and of course we will continue to work.  Not near enough to retirement age.  Just need to take a time out, won’t help the damage done to Randy’s wrists, but it may prolong the inevitable (they are talking a double fusion).

So stay tuned for what could be the ride of our lives~the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Living Lightly~

Matters Not~

matters notblack, white

it matters not

all fresh tears

start out hot

#stop the hate

#stop the pain

#stop the fear

#we are better than this

Letting Go~

july 4 1976damn the ego

been said
that hindsight is 20/20
but on this situation
i am bug-eyed
360 degree
full-drone vision

i know why the signs
were so obvious
and i clueless

i’ve paid for the consequence
of choosing to remain deaf
pretending i didn’t hear it
feel it, know it

damn the ego and what it
thinks is good for your soul

how could it possibly know?

how could it know the lesson
bestowed on that independence day?

how could it know the impact that
that decision had made?

oh
how the psyche likes to cling
and bring up the very things
you scream to let go of

 

A month after high school graduation (June 1976), I had a whole life ahead of me.  Hoping to get that nursing degree so I could provide a better life for my young son and myself.  Life was going to be grand!

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Graduation 1976

But as we all know, life sometimes has other plans for us, for reasons we may never know.  Choices are made in every moment, and I was not making some of the best, at the time.  Even though my heart was right, my priorities were not.

One such choice was to ride with friends on motorcycles to enjoy a fun-fueled evening at Delhi Park in Dexter, MI.  I made a very conscious choice to override my intuition that told me to spend my day with my son and family.  It was July 4th, 1976, the Bicentennial of our country.

I opted for the motorcycle ride (damn the ego).  While traveling outside of Ann Arbor, the driver and I were broadsided by a car and the rest is merely what I’ve been told, since I only have vague memories of the next 3 weeks.

1 week in intensive care, 5 surgeries and 2 months later I left the hospital.  It was horrid, gruesome, torturous, and horribly frightening.  There was internal bleeding, a closed head injury, 10 broken bones and near amputation.  There were many uncertainties for the future.

Intensive Care

Intensive Care

Damaged

Damaged

How I spent 2 months.

How I spent 2 months.

1st day out of bed and traction.

1st day out of bed and traction.

Finally on my way home to my family!!

Finally on my way home to my family!!

The greatest pain of all, was the pain I caused my family, it was so difficult on them, particularly my mother.  I hold no ill feelings towards the driver of the motorcycle, they call them accidents for a reason.  He had a broken leg and a couple surgeries and spent a month in the hospital, he paid his dues.

I’ve carried this around for 40 years, it’s hard to avoid and with age PTSD has raised its ugly head..I’m tired of it all.

So I write this as a release, a way to publicly say that it has ruled my life for too damn long.  I no longer want to live with this memory.  I have learned the lesson and it has changed me deeply, where only trauma can touch.

I am grateful every day for my leg, my great teacher, that we didn’t part and that we have learned over the years to coexist in this human body, albeit difficult at times, but nothing in this life is perfect.  I am peaceful with that.  It’s our imperfections that make us unique.

I’m letting go!!  This is MY independence day!!!

Life is Good

Life is Good

Life and Lunacy~

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Anyone that knows me, knows that I am a highly intuitive empath, and one that has suffered traumas in her life.  I was also born under the sign of cancer, the crab.  Therefore I FEEL, and I feel DEEPLY.  To anyone like me (and I know many) we struggle to find balance in this world gone mad.

This week, month, year, has been exceptionally difficult.  On both the world stage and in our personal lives.  There has been a lot of loss lately, I need not have to tell anyone that doesn’t live unplugged.  Even those that live off the grid can feel the electrifying energy zinging through the air…I’m sure of it.

As a crab, I long to retreat into my shell of safety, hide from the madness.  But even inside the shell, the world echos loudly, I can still smell the stench of sadness, taste the salt tears.  I just long to make it all okay.

I know there are many that share my sentiments.

So let me just say, that if you are in my life, it is not by accident.  I am grateful for each and every one of you.  The memories, the lessons, the experiences.  As difficult as life may be, I’m grateful to know that we have each other.

Peace and Love always…in all ways.

crazy mofos 9~

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I think we are getting darn close to completion, all except for the bathroom, which at this point seems like a minor undertaking, one we’d like to get going on, but the weather has been so fabulous here in SW FL that we’re having too much fun taking it out and playing!!

 

 

I left off showing you the new changes to the bedroom; headboard, ceiling and valances.  We have moved on to the valances in the living area and a few small additional items.

First off, what does one man do with so many damn remotes?

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You marry a woman with sewing skills and creative abilities to surprise you with your own remote holder…he’s a happy man!!

It looks great and keeps them handy for a quick flame in the fireplace, just in case he wants to make a move, or to put on some funk and bust a move.  Or how about a fast dose HGTV, or disco lights on the ceiling…yep, he has them all!

 

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Here’s a reminder of some of the faux leather and faux naugahyde we purchased to go with the couch fabric.  The lighter color was used to redo the valances around the windows in the living/dining areas.

 

 

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On the upper valance above Randy’s chair, we decided to add a swatch of the couch fabric, just to tie things in within the living area.

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The darker brown naugahyde was used to wrap the backs of the dinette.  We figured it would give it a little more pizzazz not to have the lighter color, also adds some texture and wouldn’t show dirt/markings.  We have yet to tackle the ugly ass fabric on the cushions of the dinette.  I’ll find the perfect fabric in time, looking for shades of brown, leaning towards stripes.  You’ll just have to wait to see…

Hope all is fine in everyone’s world. Take a walk, smell the air…breathe deep.

Namaste~

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And we keep on keeping on, changes are a coming, and they are looking good.  Our RV is a great cozy nest, I find I don’t want to leave the extra comfy bed or the awesome couch that wraps its arms around me and won’t let go!!

 

 

Last we left off, I was teasing you all with some delicious fabrics we found to work with. This is the items we bought for the bedroom.

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Aren’t they fun?  I fell in love in love with them.   So this is what we did with the material…

 

 

 

 

This is what we did with the solid gray fabric.

 

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BEFORE-the UGLY headboard

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took the fabric off the upper decor and painted it with chalk board paint so I can change the words. Now it reads “a couple of happy campers”.

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we wrapped the headboard in the gray suede-like fabric and added diamond buttons for aesthetics. I love them.

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AFTER-the finished product, much improved. Pic does it no justi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since I wanted to keep gray as my accent color in the bedroom, we wrapped the valance on the 2 bedroom windows with a solid gray and used the print for something different.  Now they are fresh and clean, no more “other people’s fabric”!  The shade color will just have to do, not going through the expense of changing them out.  They go with the brown ceiling.

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i like the clean lines and the retro look of this fabric

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New bedroom ceiling.

 

Yes, Randy even recovered the bedroom ceiling to match the new ceiling in the living room.

 

 

So that’s it for today folks, hope you enjoy!  Next blog I’ll show you what we’ve been doing in the living room with the brown (fake) leather.

Take Your Pick~

IMG_0014Today, I’m sharing 3 different versions of the same poem.  Two of these poems were recorded in studios; one with my beloved Upthegrove Reynolds Project that I performed with in the Ann Arbor/Detroit areas (more on that in another post), the second of which was a CD I recorded with the help of music producer Michial White Jr. (no relation).  What great experiences they both were.

The third is just me, recited the piece without music accompaniment…just me and the instrument I was born with.

 

I hope you enjoy all three versions.  My words run deep and so do my feelings, so be kind, if you don’t mind.

Here is Defiling Heaven

above, the never before heard version with the Upthegrove Reynolds Project, recorded in 2003 in Ann Arbor, MI at the Solid Sound Studio

this is the version produced by Mechiel White Jr. (aka the Groovematist) in Dexter, MI (turn up your sound a little)

just me…enjoy~

Shopping~

We’ve been shopping for material for the motor home…stayed tuned to see what we’re doing with it!!

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Still Remodeling~

Hello all, how are you making it through the winter?  Spring is a comin’…I can smell it in air.  Mother Nature has her subtle ways of reminding us that she is in charge, and sometimes not too subtle.  But spring is a comin’.

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We are still in the process of making the motor home our own.  Things have settled down now after the hoopla of the holidays, and we are in-between company, so we are back to working on it, and we actually went camping again.  The first time in the RV without any rain!!  Woohoo~

We still have not gotten the window treatments done, nor have we reupholstered the dinette and still haven’t found the fabric for the headboard yet, oh, and don’t forget the shower redo, but what we have gotten done are some of the fun things.  My husband, always wanting to play.

Our wet camp site in the keys, it never quit raining.

Our wet camp site in the keys, it never quit raining (in Dec 2015)

First off, we had a detour in the remodeling due to a leak around the slide-out, and since every camping trip we have taken it out it rained, Randy took it apart and replaced the whole seal.  He’s incredible.  What he doesn’t know, he will spend hours investigating until he conquers it.

So with that done, we were able to move on with some off the other things that we wanted to get done.  Small things like painting plug plates and light switches.  The hood fan over the stove is no longer off-white, it is now black to match the other appliances.  Also painted some of the wood trim an off-white instead of the god-awful pink tones it had.  Randy also built new cabinets for the slide-out, using the old doors and new hardware.

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hood vent/after

hood vent/after

new drop down ceiling (in brown), accent lighting, new trim paint

new drop down ceiling (in brown), accent lighting, new trim paint

Some of the larger things are a new ceiling in the bedroom, haven’t covered it yet, but the wood is up.  We may put a small, ceiling-hugging ceiling fan the bedroom, I like moving air when I sleep, so that’ll be cool (no pun intended).  Also, a new drop-down ceiling in the living room area with some pretty magical (disco anyone?) lights wrapping around the edge.  He’s a crazy boy!  When we were camping this past weekend, it was just too calming to lay in there and listen to some classic rock and look at the lights.  Awesomeness.

new fireplace where shelf used to be

new fireplace where shelf used to be

                                                                    Since we’ve been home, crazy boy has already added a (fake) fireplace in the thing.  Mind you we’ve been home for 2 days.  Good grief man!  He’s setting some pretty good ambiance…he must want me!  That’s pretty sweet after 28 years together.

such ambiance~

such ambiance~

We come by this camping thing naturally.  Camping is the only vacation my family has ever experienced in our youth.  I’ve always loved it, but I don’t do the tent thing, not with this broken body.  We started out with a slide-on truck camper, remodeled that too.  Then we went to a 5th wheel, then a bigger 5th wheel, then a motor home.  We then tried to down size to a smaller pull-behind trailer, then a bigger pull-behind trailer, and now on to our current RV.  When will the madness stop!!

Just for reference, my parents are soon to be 85, and this was their set-up at the campground this past weekend.  Oh daddy, I guess it is true, you marry a man like your father…help me.

018ab4904ec5715e7c93e0a8f2fc0b1916fbd203e7011c9d49eabe5553dd6cce29bb898080ed3d01814fAnd just because I haven’t done this yet, and should have all along, I want to give a huge shout out to North Trail RV in Fort Myers, Peter is a great salesman.  Good people!!

Already, So Soon

The Carousel Goes Round and Round~

The Carousel Goes Round and Round~

And just like that, we have passed the last day of the first month of the new year.  Couldn’t even tell you where I’ve been or why I haven’t been posting, life is just a whirlwind at times.The carousel continues on its path, wearing ruts in the grass; stuck going round and round, gaining no new ground.

I’ve been on the carousel.

I survived the gray days that came over me near the holidays. Whew, that’s all I’m gonna say. Also survived an odd series of rainy and dark days, weeks, in a normally dry Florida winter season. Mother E is reminding us of who is in charge of things…Nature; exquisite, exotic, maddening, defiant beauty that She is.  Bending our arms back with the pure power of her force, forcing us to look her in the eye. I hide my head in shame for the actions of those that lack respect.

So like many, I look to the new year as a time to reflect, take inventory, and revisit goals, try to regain control (like we ever had any).  At least if I think about these things, maybe make a few lists, take down a couple notes and do a little research, I feel better about myself.  OK, maybe not initially, but eventually.  Kind of like watching yoga on TV, I feel better afterwards, I stand taller, breathe deeper.  Just imagine how good I’d feel if I’d actually get down with some yoga moves (which I do, I’m just not religious about it, or anything).

So I’m off on a pretty good start for 2016. Have been dealing with a cold and the gray days, but the blues have been staying at bay.  I was re-energized by time spent with my sissy and her hubby.  I’ve lived in Florida for 12 years now, and have dear friends here and it feels like home, but there is something to be said about being with someone that knows you, I mean really ‘knows’ you, like a sister.  She represents so much to me, besides family. She represents roots and memories, hope and perseverance, stability and determination, my youth and my place.  Of course I could go on, but I shall refrain for the time being.

So I welcome myself back, from where I do not know, and I welcome you back.  Sometimes I just go.  Sometimes even I can’t stand myself (ha), but I know that eventually my colorful, funky, funny self will return.  Rest assure.  I always return…

beautiful lifeI am back.