Where is my Tongue Lodged?

Paul and I toiling through one of our typical days

Ariel Wusthoff works her Fifth Chakra, Yosemite 2007

Angelo Pagano: Bestower of Wonders!

My Home away from Home in San Fran: 1043 Steiner St.

Jeff trying to analyze me

" That Judy...I'll just try to humor her"

Miz Flounce and Sweet Queen Janita: 1983

Paul and Judy in Love

My New Sweet and Dewy Nature on Display

Recent comments posted to my blog reveal to me that those who do not know me do not realize that my tongue sometimes resides in my cheek.

I can see that my recent good health which fuels my written good humor appears to be drawing folks who, perhaps, should withdraw from Society and duke it out amongst themselves somewhere in the boonies of Idaho. Hint, hint...

We have had rains recently here that cause my newly minted garden to laugh and titter even as the evenings and days cool into a glorious Autumn. It is hard to imagine life in Shangri La much better than this.

Well, until Friday next when I will have more of my curative Witch's Brew shot into my veins. Then a week and change of slow motion agony.

For the moment I live in my newest warhorse of a saying..."make hay while the sunshines"!

You should do the same. Forget the stock market. It will correct (given a rough few years...probably for the best. We might live within our budgets and not consume the planet to extinction afterward). Right now I am a fervant fan of simplicity and deeply loving and enjoying my family and friends.

So I feel almost unnaturally grateful today. One person that is much on my mind is Angelo Pagano. He is truly amazing! Over the last two decades he has worked like a trojan for me to orchestrate trips to foreign countries and throughout California. Whenever I go anyplace where he is present I am treated like a Regal Personage. And, now that I am a bit under the weather, he spent hours and hours copying music I would like and put it on an Ipod he sent out to me so I can enjoy the best music at all times. Who can ask for a finer friend?! So many things I have been able to experience probably would not have happened but for him. Kisses and cudos to you, Angelo.

Less human (than Angelo that is) are the creatures and plants surrounding us here on the Lake and down in the swamps of Louisiana. As much as I love the clang of collecting trash cans at 5 AM in the morning in Rome or London or Manhattan or San Francisco it is the sound of the wind and birds that continually sustains me. Paul and I are so fortunate to have so much of the Earth's calming bounty laid before us every day.

Nature has always been important to Paul and I. These days we can hardly tear ourselves away from the unfolding drama of egrets, ducks and geese creating a dance of beauty every day. The hummingbirds and bugs rivet me. And the plants....magnificent.

One of my few concerns these days is for my daughter, Janet who is having a stressful time of it. Her husband, Chip, has a tumor in his stomach. It may be cancerous since he had a cancerous polyp removed just a short time ago. Rentals and the cost of living (with a child in college and another getting there soon) are also high in New Orleans and rough on her. Let us all send her our Blessings! (and a large anonymous check?). Chip we send our love. I certainly can empathize with his situation. My grandchildren, Ariel and Wolf are true sources of joy to me on a daily basis. But Janet is THE lovely, lovely person who always delights and invigorates me.

Someone was right in asserting the best things in life are free.

Wafting in a cloud of Noblesse Oblige,

Judy (via Jeff)