Addiction Confession

For a long time, I thought I was one of those people with a non addictive personality.  Like most people, when you think of addictions you think of alcohol and drugs, right?  Who am I kidding?

An addiction is an addiction and addictions come in many colors, shapes and forms.   You may have one and not even realize it.  Yours won’t be like mine or quite possibly anyone else’s. When you discover it, you may not even think it’s an addiction and/or serious.

Some addictions can steal time, money, friends, family, or productivity.  Some are actually okay to have. But… if it serves no purpose and keeps you from being the best you can be then maybe you need to take a hard look at it.

Even if you should discover that it’s there, you may want to weigh it’s impact on your life, in which case you may want to blow it off or do something about it. If you aren’t sure,  you could ignore it and pretend it isn’t what it is or you may just give into it, wallow in it and not give a flip about it. After all, what’s the big deal if it’s not killing you or anyone else… or is it?

At some point in your life, later on in your life, you may be forced to take a harder look and begin to fight it.

That’s me. It has taken many attempts and fails to realize these habits are a form of addiction because they control me. That’s when I had to take a closer look and gain control.

Mind you, I cannot be so arrogant to think I’ve actually gotten the upper hand because I haven’t.  Recognizing you have a problem does not absolve you of it. I’m like on a see saw, up and down.

My addiction?  As harmless as they may seem to you, they are real to me.

Sweets.  Binge watching T.V. while playing games and procrastination. I might add… I have an excuse for every single one of them.

SWEETS

I’ve always known about this one and in times past it was never a problem. I could pick up a gallon of ice cream and eat the whole darn thing.  A package of Igloo’s or “drumsticks” and eat them all in one sitting.  When I was young, physically fit and active, it was no biggy.  I also didn’t do it all the time.  It only became a problem in my later years when it started affecting my weight, blood pressure, cholesterol levels and mood. I’m not sure when it happened because it crept up on me slowly.  Perhaps it was because as a kid, we weren’t allowed many sweets, so it became an obsession. My favorites.

It affects me the same way as my reaction to alcohol. The next day after a sugar binge, I go into a deep depression.  And then guess what? Yup, I need a sugar fix and I start looking for anything that might curb it.  Sometimes there’s nothing sweet around, but guess what?  There’s popcorn. Quick sugar conversion carb. Yup! It is.  Get a nasty carb and it quickly turns to sugar.  I don’t like bread, so it’s not my go to, but if I can’t run to the nearest 31 Flavors… I’ve been known to settle.  Oh! and guess what?  A cocktail or drink at the end of the day works too.  I may not be an alcoholic, but alcohol is loaded with sugar!!!! (BTW I rarely drink alcohol)

You may not know it, but start taking notice.  If you have an extremely cranky day or feel a deep, dark sadness after a sugar fest, or with one too many drinks with a friend, then do something about it now.  Your body is trying to tell you something.  Keep in mind, this won’t apply to everyone. We are, after all,  uniquely different.

In my case it has affected my health and my motivation.  When you’re in a downer, it’s all you can do to get out the door and do something productive.  So guess what happens? I justify to the next addiction.

T.V.

Here’s the ugly gory.  Because I write screenplays or I should say have the goal to do so and I’ve written a few, I justify sitting in front of the T.V eating my sweets or whatever.  After all, an artist must study her craft, right?  I especially binge seasonal shows, but not all shows.  My hubby, God bless him, never complains or puts me down for which I’m grateful.  BTW, I am not obese and never will be but I’m certainly unmotivated at times.

My goal is to study the formatting and seeing what people are watching and why and that’s good. BUT, I’m obsessive.  Once I start a show, it’s day in and day out until it’s over and then on to the next.  Much like the box of ice cream.  I keep going until it’s done and I seldom hop around from show to show and when I do, it’s to accommodate hubby.  He’s not much of a T.V. guy anyway.  He’s on the computer either working his eBay after his regular day job or and now thank goodness, riding his bike again.  (His truck broke down, so he started riding to work until they could figure out what was wrong with it and now that he’s back on the bike, he’s remembering how good it felt.)

The problem here is that I usually have a game going simultaneously, so how much am I really getting out of the shows I watch?  I could do so much more. So out the window go the important things.

Screenplays.

PROCRASTINATION .

Procrastination and excuses go hand in hand and is a result of all the above.  I want to write great T.V. and/or a great screenplay, but… my self confidence, for lack of a better word…sucks!

What I’ve learned from T.V. is that the shows with agenda’s seem to be the ones that get made and that is discouraging. Many of the shows these are making “moral” statements, and I use the word loosely.  They are conditioning us and our children to adopt certain lifestyles.  Everything and anything goes.  The supernatural is fostered and I admit, I’m a sucker for a good surreal experience as well.

And when I’m in my melancholy state, turning out a good script is difficult.  If I don’t feel inspired, how can I inspire? So, I’m in a downer, I put it off for when I will “feel better”, “happy” and motivated.

TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF

Now it may seem like I’m plugging someone else’s blog and I guess I am, but when I was reading a blog some of you may follow as well, called bgddyjim ,  I realized that my addictions were keeping me from being and doing amazing things.  Every time I read his blog, I’m inspired by the discipline it takes to stay on task. Over coming any addiction is not easy. It takes work recovering from an addiction and he’s the proof in the pudding, you might say.

And in light of that I’m making some changes.  I have been working out in a haphazard way for some time, but am finally getting a routine that is more frequent. I wish I could go cold turkey on the sweets, but given that so many things have sugar in them, I’m eliminating the obvious ones first and learning about and adding acceptable substitutes in moderation.

First thing in the morning,  I generally turn on the news which, when I’ve heard them repeat the same thing over gain a jillion times, or when when the crap shows come on, I go over to shows on Netflix or Hulu.  Well, I am not turning the T.V. on at all. Finis. I have to do it this way because I have no self control and I know it. (By the way, this goal was short lived, so I’m starting again.)  It’ll be the hardest to control since it is important. Note to self:  I said control because I can’t very well eliminate it, but what I need to change is the game playing while watching.

I have scheduled the completion of a short film by the end of next month, which will hopefully be used to generate income for a bigger project.  Wish me luck.

And, because Jim mentioned how important his sponsor is in his last post, it dawned on me that I was in need of one.

The first group I joined was that of a group of novelists, bloggers and news reporters.  That was fine.  We’d critique each others work, but there were no screenwriters.  The problem with that is that in screenwriting, less is more.  Novelists tend to be wordy.  They have to fill the page with words.  It’s show, not tell.  We don’t have to explain or go into great detail about what is happening. Characters are not overly wordy.  “Readers”, the gatekeepers to producers, the ones your screenplay must get past first are looking for white.  White pages.  If there are too many words, it generally gets tossed without even getting looked at. Yeah, that’s how it is.  So, when people in this group read my screenplays, they kept wanting more words, more elaboration. So, I left the group.

San Diego is not a big movie making stand alone location to be, but it’s made leaps and bounds.  In the last five years, more groups and people are popping up everywhere and so, voila I found some recently.

A friend of mine, in the business, who puts on the Da Vinci International Film Festival  in Hollywood, once told me the best way to see how your work is doing is to produce your own.   Last year I helped with a film called You Are Me, which has won an award and made it to another film festival.  Blog6

Recently, I’ve connected with a group of new filmmakers, wanting to produce and act.  I will be working with them in filming The Late Bird, not my writing, but with the prospect of doing mine at a later date.  Right now we are still seeking funding through Kickstarter.  Not much has been raised yet but… if you care to help?

Since then, I found this other group and was eagerly accepted.  My new group:  SD MediaPros  Filmmakers who encourage one another by offering classes to give new filmmakers like moi the tools to succeed.  Woohoo!

Why didn’t I think of that before?

 

 

The Blogger Tag

I was tagged by the lovely Tanya for this blogger tag. I’ve not done a blogger tag before, so I’m not quite sure how this works.  I’m guessing I will use the same questions my blogger friend replied to.  I am flattered at having received this and compelled to respond to it for so many reasons. The most important being that I think it’s absolutely amazing that through blogging, people of all backgrounds from all over the world, and in various stages of their life can share information, perspectives and encourage one another from so many different vantage points.  For example I am several generations senior to sweet Tanya who is still in high school and yet we’ve made a connection.  That, in of itself, is phenomenal!  So here goes.

Question 1: How tall are you?

I am short. I am somewhere between a 5’2 and 5’3, but I think I’ve shrunken some. It comes with age, you know. And no you can’t take my height as 5’2!  As Tanya wrote, “The tiny difference is important. (short people will understand).” She’s right, we count every cm or micro-inch we can.

Question 2: Do you have a hidden talent?

Hmmmm. If it’s hidden, how would I know about it? I’m inclined to think not. I’m what you may call, “A jack of all trades, master of none”. Since I have friends from all over, that just means I can do almost anything (or try to) but I’m not magnificent in any of it.

Question 3: What’s your biggest blog-related pet peeve?

Rants.  Not much else.  I can’t stand blogs that go on and on about the same thing, like they’re beating a dead horse. My feeling is “get over it”.  Sharing what you learn from a bad turn of events is different, sharing to help someone else is also different, but belly aching about the same thing over and over and over again and getting nowhere is an exercise in futility and beneficial to no one. I like cheery blogs. Entertain and teach me something new. I’m too old to be feeding on negativity.

Question 4: What’s your biggest non-related blog pet peeve?

People who expect me to believe and respect their opinion or way of thinking without giving consideration to mine. I may come around to your way of thinking but don’t force or tell me I have to believe as you do. The street runs both ways.

Question 5: What’s your favorite song?

I don’t think I have a favorite song. The theme from To Kill a Mockingbird still sends chills up my spine and I like Monday, Monday by the Mama’s and Papa’s. It reminds me of Badfish, and “Little Surfer Girl” by the Beachboys remind me of ditching school to go surfing. (I didn’t surf, but my boyfriend did and I’d write all the excuse letters for him and his friends to go to the “dentist”, so I was the surfer girl).

Question 6: What’s your favorite social media website?

Twitter, Instagram & LinkedIn. I get to meet so many like-minded people there.

Question 7: What’s your favorite way to spend your time when you’re alone?

I’m alone most all the time. (Not Kidding) I read, write, bask in quiet solitude, play cognitive games to challenge my brain, (mother had Alzheimer’s so that worries me some) or watch movies and shows to relax me and learn.  At least that’s what I tell myself.

Question 8: Whats your favorite junk food?

Ice creams with chocolate, fruit and nuts and Lays Potato Chips. Unfortunately, I puff up like a balloon (salty Lays) or go into a deep frump (sugar downer) when I have them, so I dodge them like a bullet.

Question 9: Do you have a pet or pet(s)? If so, what kind and what are their names?

I have two.  I have a Papillon named Ferguson around 7 years old, and a tabby cat, Chloe who is 14. We’ve known her since she was a kitten.

Question 10: What are your number one favorite non-fiction and fiction books?

Non-fiction – As a kid, it was the entire encyclopedia Brittanica . Otherwise, If How To’s Were Enough, We Would All be Skinny, Rich and Happy by  Brian Klemmer.

Fiction. Wow! No number one book here.  I guess novels of fantasy adventure, historical and mystery genres.  I’ve read all works by Agatha Christie (at least I think I have). I love old works, stories written ages ago and found at yard sales and old book stores.

Question 11: What’s your favorite beauty product or tool?

I take very good care of my skin. My favorite “tool” is my hands. Cleansers and creams vary all the time as I rotate them out as I age. Some I make myself by combining product, but that’s how I stay looking young. Believe it or not, a blend of olive oil and coconut oil massaged in the creases works better than botox (not that I’ve ever used botox) to minimize wrinkles.

Question 12: When were you last embarrassed? What happened?

I keep embarrassing myself.  I have poor navigational skills and my husband never lets me forget the time we went on a hut trip (cross country skiing) in Aspen. We left our cabin to ski some slopes not far away and at the end of the day, I offered to lead the way back…   as I confidently headed in the wrong direction, the rest of the group just stood there staring at me and laughed. Actually, I don’t know who was more embarrassed, me or my husband. Needless to say they never asked me to lead again.

Question 13: If you could only drink one beverage (besides water) for the rest of your life what would it be?

I have to pick one? I like water best.  I make my own juice (a combination of beets, carrot, celery, kale, ginger, apple or pineapple), but I only have that once first thing in the morning. Coffee or tea (maybe) later in the morning and wine (occasionally) in the evening. Coke or Sprite with popcorn at the movies. So of all those, any dry wine, (I’m not a sweet wine drinker).

Question 14: What’s your favorite movie?

To Kill A Mockingbird has always been my favorite, but I  was really affected lately by a new release called A Monster Calls. Trailers linked.

Question 15: What was your favorite lesson at school?

P.E.  Physical Education (I always liked sports) followed by English.

Question 16: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

I have always thought I’d like to live in Italy, though I’ve never been. If wishes grew on trees (like money does) I’d live out of my suitcase and be a wanderer and sample all (well most) countries. Some for longer periods than others.

Question 17: PC or Mac?

PC (and iPhone.)

Question 18: Last romantic gesture from a crush, date, boy/girlfriend, spouse? 

Ummm Sorry. I gotta censor that one, but it was all good. (smile) Trust me. For those of you still young and have a belief that “it” may die, it doesn’t, I promise.

 

Question 19: Favorite celebrity?

Liam Neeson.  I have a big megga crush on him and as long as he keeps his politics to himself, he will remain on my “hot” list. Kurt Russell is my next “hottie” love.

Question 20: What blogger do you secretly want to be best friends with?

No one special friend, well maybe Badfish because we already know each other personally. I feel that my other blogger friends and I are already “besties” though we’ve not met and despite the fact that we may not agree on all subjects.  Our diversity is what makes them all special to me.

Question 21: Who is your biggest inspiration?

My family, my children. They cheer me on when I think I can’t and their confidence that I can do anything is what keeps me motivated.

Question 22: What is your favorite blog to read?

Oh, I have lots of favorites and not enough time to give them. I like Badfish‘s travelogues, Bunkarydo‘s humor, Nutsrok’s stories, fashion, cooking recipe, photography, inspiration, health, bodybuilding, poems, reviews, you name it.

Question 23: What is your favorite high street shop?

What’s a high street shop?

Question 24: Are you in education or do you work?

I  currently work at being retired and it gets lonesome some times, especially now that my husband has a day job. Before that we horsed around a lot and that was fun. We enjoy one another’s company and I miss that.

Question 25:  One thing you are proud of?

Family. I love my kids even though I sometimes question their choices as they take detours that surprise me. I love my hubby, who is my best friend.

I Tag –

Elizabeth

P.J. Lazos

BelleUnrah

gradmama2011

Chape

Alexis Rose

 

My most difficult past post to share is here. (You could say my last post or favorite post or whatever.)

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Yes, they Do over near Tucson AZ -Badfish

Huh?

December 15, 2016

This is too funny.

I was getting all these “likes” and an unexplainable “Huh?” from BF for the above Title (comment) posted five days ago and I didn’t know I’d written it.

Some time ago I’d replied to Badfish on someone else’s post and didn’t realize that I’d done so as a “post”, so here I am looking at all these likes and wondering why the reaction to my reply.  It wasn’t that interesting. Really.

Now, I also know why Badfish responded as he did…

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I guess the truth is not everyone reads our blogs as well as we imagine they do ( I notice that with me, the ones I read most often are ones that don’t arrive in multiples on any given day, it’s just too hard to keep up with three or four from the same source.)

I’m sure some of my readers were wondering what the hell I might have been smoking when I wrote the headline and not following it with anything.  They probably had no clue nor understood what this one was all about.  Thank you for indulging me.

The truth is, it proves that unless we have a catchy title that draws one in for the read or are exceptional writers, like Badfish, we may not get our blogs read all the time.

Badfish and I go back a very long way as some of you may already be aware and I must admit his blogs are exceptional and few, which is a good thing. It gives me a chance to look forward to the next savory dish.We have, now and again, had a great deal of fun bantering and alluding to our relationship in our blogs. Why not, what are friends for?

 

However the above comment was mis-written and one that I later on corrected and sent, but only now discovered, never realizing or knowing the reason he hadn’t received it in the first place was that I’d “blogged” it in a title instead. (I did later resend it as you can see above)

Actually, the only thing that existed prior to me adding this little blurb was just the title.

By the way, the title was in response to his query about ostrich farms and where one is, in Tucson, AZ… at the base of Picacho Peak.

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So there you have it, the rest of the story.

 

The Cat’s Out –

My step sister uses the phrase, and I might add, way too often, “The cats out of the bag”.

She did this when she thought my son was seeing a girl she thought he shouldn’t be seeing.  He was actually doing something legitimate like homework. No matter, it was what she uttered accusingly at him whenever she thought he might be with the girl. Dumb.

So now that’s our inside joke for any and all assumed revelations. So begins my story.

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Mazatlan 1966 – Spring Break

Long ago, 50 years or so ago, I was a young girl enrolling in college. I had been out of school six months and decided it was time to further my education. My mother was unworldly and uneducated for the most part, no help there other than she thought it would be a good idea. So, here I was at registration doing my best to fill out the required forms.

I’d not been a good student, not because I wasn’t smart enough, no it was more the stress of my living environment.  My mother married a guy whose five children were all in foster homes. She thought it noble to take them all in, so she (they) requisitioned for them to live with us. One was adopted out to his grandmother before the other four were finally released to us.

Here I am a teenager in high school and our family is expanding. As it was, I had a brother and two sisters already, so adding the other four made us eight. Our parents  four years later, would have one more child between the two of them. I was the eldest and I had just turned 16. Mother worked and her new husband was shipped off overseas. There was already the whispering of war ahead, but I was so unaware until Kennedy was shot.

The little ones came to us two at a time. I fell in love with the first two. They were four and six years old. They had lived in Boston, so had the cutest Boston accents.

It would also be the year I would lose my “virginity” willingly.

The other two kids arrived six months later and were not as pleasant. They were 11 and 5. The five year old had a chip on her shoulder a mile wide and the other one was obnoxious. I would be in charge of them all. My list of duties were not unlike those of any parent. I was the parent.  As I kept house and cooked meals, my homework went by the wayside.  Needless to say, I escaped whenever possible. I went to football games and sneaked out whenever I could. Was I a bad girl? Well, in my heart of hearts I think I knew I wasn’t but like a good many teens I acted out sometimes, “looking for love in all the wrong places”.  My self esteem left a great deal to be desired in those days. In truth, I was overwhelmed in every possible way.

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1966 Beauty Pageant

There were times I thought of myself as unworthy and as stupid as I imagined everyone else thought I was. Deep inside I struggled to convince myself that I was more than the sum of my parts or than what lay on the surface. I relied on my good looks more than my brains. (Sorry- camera’s weren’t that great then – BF do you remember taking this?)

I remember one time, mom and I got in this big fight.  Name calling was what she did best. So, at one point, I’d had enough and left home. My boyfriend at the time had a friend, whose sister lived alone, so I crashed with her, cooking and doing laundry in exchange for room and board. I was good at both those things. During those months, I got straight A’s. I remember one of my teachers saying, “I always knew you were smart. What’s different?” I told him and he was sad.  That was short lived however and I, out of concern for my siblings, would eventually move back home.  I learned from one of them that with me gone, there was no one to run interference for them and they were miserable. It was what I did. Fight the bad guy.

So, when I graduated high school my grades were less than optimal. I didn’t actually think there was any way for me to go to college.  We had no money and my grades were abominable. Then I learned that if I could maintain good grades in Jr. College, I could earn my way into a four year college. I thought, why not?

That is where and how I met K. It was a late enrollment, so there weren’t as many classes open and I was having a hard time deciding what to take. I will never forget how he popped in from out of nowhere to help. That he noticed me was a mystery. He was charming and beautiful and I’m not exaggerating. He of course, got me into two of his classes, Business Law and English which would later become his profession teaching.

I had just gotten over a horrible breakup with the aforementioned boyfriend, who I thought I was in love with. He had  up and married unexpectedly, leaving me in the dust. I guess I should have expected it. He had graduated with honors and was attending a four year college and I was … hard on myself. I was devastated and K was so… what I needed.

I poured out my heart to him and he was a good listener. In those days he was quite the surfer dude,  always looking for the best waves and places to go for them. We did a lot of fun things together. He was so easy to be with. We were friends.

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During spring break, a group of us planned a trip to Mazatlan. As it turned out, of all the girls planning to go, I was the only one who made it there.  Here I was with K and several of his friends. They surfed and I’d lay in the sun. We drank tequila shots with beer, ate raw oysters and drank lots of pina colada’s and margherita’s. Hell, it was spring break!

We hitch-hiked everywhere.  Actually, I’d get out in the street and put my thumb out and when someone stopped, the guys would converge on the vehicle and we’d all hop in. I don’t think anyone seriously minded. They all thought it was fun, having this hot girl hitching for them. Yes, I was hot and… I would never have hitch-hiked in the states!

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Dudes waiting for a ride- my dude sits on the left

We also rented a jeep for those out of the way places like a lighthouse, (me moving a “formidable” rock in our way) and we

rented horses and rode on the beach. My nethers hurt so bad from riding as I’d never ridden a horse before, but it was so worth it.   That must be why our daughter loves horses.  So, yes one thing lead to another.

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Horseback ranch

If I thought K looked like a Greek god before, he looked even more so on the back of a horse.

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Adonis

I didn’t actually know I was pregnant for some time and by then K had gone back to Maryland and was no longer in my life. Interestingly though, when we decided to take a train home, a little old indigenous woman on the train came up to me/us and said I was with child which we thought ridiculous since we’d just done it.  I was fairly naive and thought I was suffering from a stomach bug, barfing all the time.

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Caught getting into my airline shoes!
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Tina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After our daughter was born, I got a job as a flight attendant and would marry a pilot and change my name. Unbeknownst to me, so did K. He went back to his birth name, so in the end neither of us could find the other.

Tina, in the meantime grew up and later married.

 

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Trying on her Bridal Gown

Move the clock forward 34 years later and we would accidentally come across one another via the internet.  When his sister told him she had found us. He exclaimed, “How? I’ve been looking for 34 years!” That was good to know.

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Tina meets Beatrice

She got to meet her grandmother and aunts for the first time when she was 35 or 36. I got to meet them as well. They said as far as they are concerned, I’m their “sister” in law. His mom was 96 or 98 at the time and would die just shy of 100, not long after.

Shortly after he would meet his daughter in Amsterdam and later take a trip to Bali and begin celebrating birthdays from the point they were reunited onward.

 

As for us, we have not seen each other since we parted. I know I wasn’t the love of his life nor was he mine. We were “just friends”.

Would I want to see him or he me?  Good question.  We’ve seen pictures of one another but not spoken except through emails and through our blogs.

I am currently married to the best person for me. My hubby was able to help me heal in ways that no one else could and it couldn’t get better than that.

As for K? I know he’s single. Been married twice and lives far away.

When our daughter first met him, to paraphrase her, she says to me, “Oh mom, I know now why you fell for him, he is so charming.” LOL

Yes, he is that.

She also asked me if the song “Monday, Monday” meant anything to me.

Oh yeah!

One of these days if we live long enough and if he ever returns to the states, maybe someday we’ll meet again. Who knows?

 

 

 

Blogging

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Do you know how long it takes to read blogs?  I love them but of late I’ve had to put them on hold. I especially love the friends I’ve made blogging.

 

There is tandemtrekking, who writes about her beautiful treks across this great country of ours, now in the process of doing the Pacific Coast Trail (?) better known as the PCT.

Nutsrok shares what it’s like to be southern and what it’s like having such a colorful assortment of relatives. Telling her stories with such great humor and candidness; bunKaryudo, I’ll be damned if I know how to pronounce that but then maybe it’s not meant to be said aloud, shares his trials of being a parent and other convivial sides of life. He is always on the hunt for subject matter to keep us entertained with.

Then, there’s thelonelyauthor, with his lovely poems about his humanness and I can’t forget all those posts from “the neighborhood @thepublicblogger“. Not lastly, there’s my friend from the past, Badfish, who shares his beautiful pictures as he journeys and gives his perspective of peoples and countries most of us may never get to know from across the world.

Not mentioned are the many more people I’ve connected with since I started to write this particular blog.

From time to time I’ve been prone to and will reblog other’s posts; if you weren’t named trust me, you’re still very important to me.

BLOGS

Do you ever start, stop then after awhile start again, figurin’ it’s been long enough?

That’s me.  I’ve got three half started blogs, no five. This is one of them. So now there’s four.

Lately I’ve had so much on my plate. Working on what I should be working on, screenplays and trying to battle moles and gophers from my yard and finding a way of getting my yard looking half way decent within the restricted water parameters in California.

I debated on graveling the front and/or the back, but my neighbor spent thousands on just a small 6 X 15 foot stretch in his front yard and I’ve got 5 times the yard.  No, I’m not ready to do that yet. It is interesting but California had us restrict our water usage and Californians being conservation minded complied, then the water board proceeds to announce that all our water rates will rise to compensate for the lack of revenue!  We can’t win!

This is one of those times I wish I were back in Alabama where rainfall is consistent enough to not need irrigation or outside water sources.

It’s time for a breather.

Julia and I at Hollywood Film Fest

I had a sweet Young lady visiting from France, Julia Pajot. We met on LinkedIn and became friends. After communicating for some time she came out for a visit. She was recognized for her music in an animated short that is making the film festival circuits. The following link as a beautiful piece and the pas de dux is a short she won an award for.

https://www.youtube.com/user/juliapajot

Dreamworks

She’s an amazing, young composer.

Through and with her, I had the grand privilege of attending some Academy animated film screenings. One at Dreamworks and another at The Writer’s Guild. Later we would view her animated short at the Beverly Hills Film Festival.

 

At one point I had to say “time out”, I’m not as young as I used to be and I had trouble keeping up with her.  She was patient with me.  <grin>

(If I’d known I’d get a red carpet pic, I’d have worn something different.)

We’d have fun for a couple of days and then I’d have to rest a couple of days. Seriously.

How she managed to stay up until one or two in the morning networking and hobnobbing, I don’t know. That’s not true. I do remember those days when I had no trouble staying out late. <sigh>

I too, was patient and I didn’t blame her, you got to make hay while the sun shines, and she had to make the best use of her time while here. She is now back in France but her efforts paid off and she is now in the process of getting a work visa to return.

Ahhh youth! At Dance a thon

In the meantime, the gophers and moles have been contained… for the time being anyway and my lawn is acquiring some color again.

I also got back into exercising  but only for awhile.  I think I’m prone to going at it like I was killing snakes and ended up overdoing and now have to take time out to heal my poor body. Ugh!

Isn’t it funny how our minds still think young and our bodies belie us?  What am I saying?  Didn’t I keep up with those young ladies at the Hollywood Dance a Thon for more than six hours?!  Of course, it did take a week to recover.

So I take time off to let my shoulder, hip and knees recover and next time I start out at a much slower pace. That was the beauty of having a trainer, she made sure I didn’t hurt myself. I can keep up and do the work, but after a few weeks my body doth protest. A bigger sigh. <grin>

It was lots of fun, but now it’s time to get back to work. C’est la vie! Oh well.