Where are the tears?
It's now the longer part of months - they're two to be exact
I thought the rivers would turn on by now
but they have yet to come
It was October eighth when last I peered
Into those awesome eyes that clouded everything in sight when they awoke
Yet on that mortal day, clouded they were - not able to look back
I searched in vain, and when I didn't feel their warm embrace,
I wept holding her tight while she lay motionless in bed
But then I felt the knowing back into her eyes
Those eyes that I looked into when stories they would tell
more colorful than any words could draw
Abruptly I stopped my weeping my sadness to withhold of the approaching doom
And never could I beckon tears again,
Never to come, stay out -
Those lovely eyes
Don't want to know I'm sad.

here is Seniorita Maria Elena strutting her stuff, enjoy

Turkey – approx. a 10 pounder – no more
Chestnuts perhaps to be used for stuffing with raisins and plain bread crumbs – a specialty that I learned from the Angelou’s
Also stove top topping –don’t stuff the turkey.
Chopped meat – 2 lb for meatballs as an appetizer – used for appetizer (mamma style, wash the onions a-plenty)
Rice – that might be used in stuffed tomatoes, peppers and perhaps squash
Tomatoes
Peppers
Perhaps squash
Parsley, which I have
Onions, which I have
White potatoes to be baked with lemon, shun the turkey, but consider adding to the stuffed tomatoes, and even in the veggie side dishes, etc.
Sweet potatoes to be candied my way w/cinnamon and allspice and butter (maybe adding some walnuts.
Some canned cranberry sauce (don’t forget it this time, MoMo likes it)
Peas, or lima beans, or perhaps kidney beans for the Greek side of the family.
Corn
Perhaps attempt some soup with noodles
Consider getting celery to make as side dish Aunt Karolina style.
Olive oil (virgin)
Reynolds wrap
Pans to just throw away at the end of this
Some fruit
1 pumpkin, apple or custard pie, as people might bring desert.
Some wine and/or beer for those who like to indulge.
Soda
Vitamin water
Good plastic plates (decorative)
Very little regular bread or pita
Think of what’s missing
FAMILY & FRIENDS! and some gravy perhaps

"My Red Cello And Me"

NIGHT & DAY COLLAGE

Shades of Blue is what I drew, and though I never meant to, my heart I did reveal. If there is something I can do to end this melancholy, I would but surely wash away the blue my heart poured out a-plenty

The above is "Baby Love" five years in the making.

I say potato and you say potuto
LET'S CALL THE WHOLE THING OFF!

wake me up when september ends

"Fred & Ginger" The following are interps of Fred & Ginger. They looked as though they belonged together and perpetually ready to dance. This was perceived by a little girl watching them on a TV years after they performed and perfected their mastery to the point it's even real today. I would not be surprised if they're still dancing somewhere up there. "Fascinating Rhythm" - Cheek to Cheek


Night & Day

Fred & Ginger Files

IT'S JUST THE GYPSY IN ME :
A long time ago when a mere lass was I, my mom and dad would tell a tale, because I was a little different FROM the rest, complexion just a little to the olive side but eyes almost of blue, not looking completely like my dad, and not entirely like my mom. My brothers that came before me did not resemble me exact. My sister, coming after me, was not entirely like me in coloring. She had my mommy's eyes of green and brown and my daddy's lips and stature. She looked like dad profoundly. My brothers looked like daddy too. That left me , with my eyes almost of blue and skin of olive. To this my parents did retort, and I found it all so amusingly grand, that they got me from gypsies and -- to this day, when something I do is odd, I proudly proclaim with glee, "it's just the gypsy in me".

HAIL TO A PARTY OF ONE
Well my horse is starting to slow down just a bit. Its gallop is a little less frantic. I suppose I'm deciding whether I'm done looking for my perfect job. I have not decided as of yet. It has sometimes been fun and amusing in a way to be in the job market. You walk in and you know all eyes are on you. Years ago I liked that, now I'm afraid to say time has made me more timid. To add to the whole funny-type picture, I never considere myself part of any pack, although friendly with every one. No pack had me, not even my own family. I sort of always stand alone or outside. Not in a bad way though. So I feel perfectly comfortable walking in as "a party of one" for interviews and job apps. I am a party of ONE.

Okay, today it's snowing and sleeting in New York City. Had to go out and run my errands in that weather. Now I only love snow when it comes down softly and looks picture perfect preferably without wind and slush. That's a pretty picture. Which got me to thinking of the warmth and the blue, the pink and green and the life sprouting all around. So I wrote this lyric and further perfected it to describe a so-called momentarily free creature, the butterfly and it goes something like this: Fly Little Butterfly Fly little butterfly and feel The breeze atop your wings helping you steer To a land where flowers are red and pink A land that's rich with leaves of green Fly little butterfly to go Closer to where mountains reach high Nearing the blue and purple sky Fly there but stop where rivers run swift and deep ...Careful, don't let them sweep you underneath Keep flying higher and soon you will succeed To find the place of make believe And when you do, make it your own Because that's where peace, beauty and love still grows By Anna Angelou

The Galloping Job Seeker -- I have recently joined the long line of the galloping job seekers. Woe is me, notice the smile on the face is frozen, that's because of the scrutiny of prospective employers trying to read your every thought! Your on a wobbly and lobsided galloping horse. When they shower you with a left-handed compliment, you're galloping a little faster than usual and feeling a bit sprinty. When they point out a so-called weak point, your gallop gets less bouncy for sure. You see prospects a little more rosy and green, they're here to trample your poor galloping horse and point out reality to you not to expect miracles. By the time you finished one interview, half the day is over and you feel you've run a never-ending horse race; galloping wildly and meekly. The next minute your on your cell dialing home checking if someone left a message . Then your gallop starts slowing down when there is no message. Your face reflects the frozen smile of the bouncing gallops of "The Galloping Job Seeker". Another day has passed, time to get off this horse.

My life began in Greece. Although my memory of it is very clouded, can't remember beginnigs or endings there. It's one unrefined block. I can't even describe it as very happy or very heartbreaking. In one word I would have to say an average life for a somewhat average family of those means at those times. We had caring parents. We had lack of and surrounded by people with abundance of, that sort of prepared me for my whole life, but not for me when it came to money. Otherwise, I found wealth in being surrounded by a lot of family, friends and neighbors. I remember a loving grandmother too. I'll start there, heaven knows she needs a lot more recognition than she ever received! I usually draw pictures with people playing some type of instrument. It stems from the fact that I have always been fascinated in playing. In my time and my place in Greece, learning to play an instrument of any kind rested largely on your so called status in life. A person with no means did not learn to play. Getting back to my grandmother called "Nona" by us. My nona's story and the birth of my fascination of the arts is as follows: My Grandmother had a guitar once long ago when she was young. She told us tales of romance and glory when young she was. Nona said my grandfather (Papou) serenaded her with that guitar which she kept and together with him sang and played it after married they were. In America years after we arrived, my brother purchased a guitar. There it stood, sometimes picked up by her. We hung it on a nail on the apartment's wall. I could still see sparkles and faraway looks inside her eyes when chords she tried to strike. How wonderful to have such memories of days gone by, rather than empty dreams still waiting to unfold by some slim chance. On this guitar we fumbled a few notes to play, never completely happy with the sound. Perhaps some day the guitar chords will wake my yearning heart and sound their notes of love with crystal clear delight.

I am racing ahead. The art on your left is in honor of my grandson's birth this year. He has brought nothing but sunshine with him. I found a Picaso which I attempted to copy. Picaso was renowned for his works of art and my grandson is as well. The work reflects unending devotion of a mother to her child. Our child is much loved and like Picaso's works he is a lovely work of art and not because he is ours!