The Lion King

There's a lot to say about the stage production of "The Lion King", but let's face it, the musical was about the staging.

I attended the opening night performance last night at The Paramount Theater in Seattle, and came away, like the rest of the crowd, dazzled at the staging.

The performances, primarily the dancing, were wonderful.  Beautiful bodies frozen in space and time in unbelievably sinuous tableau.  Classic Japanese Kabuki theater mixed with African music, Indonesian puppetry, even a little ragtime thrown in for good measure.   A few memorable songs, and some great acting kept things moving.

All that was great.  But for me, it was all about the staging.

And these simple costumes were my favorites.  Cast members dressed with square high-grass headdresses, and stripped hoop skirts, portraying the undulating grasslands of the African plains.  They were so beautiful. 

All the staging was phenomenal.  Curtains pulled back at an angle to highlight the angle of a rock where a lion was reclining.  

Every scene was a work of art.  

Much has been written about the animal costumes.  And they were wonderful.  There were incredible giraffes, the elephants were engineering marvels as was the "wheel-o-the-gazelles", a multi-wheeled contraption rolled on stage with leaping gazelles to give the image of  far-away herds.  

I also especially liked the birds.  sometimes they were waved high atop  poles, swooping over the crowd.  Other times, they spun in pairs around a single pole.  And sometimes they were in puppet form, complete with moving eyes, mouth and a very expressive neck.

But the representation of the plains was, to me, the most ingenious part.  What production designer collaborated to turn the land itself into a star of the show?  

That part will stay with me.  

On the Mend...I Hope.

Abbey looks like she's picking up KXLY in Spokane with her satellite dish.  

But, it's the "Buster Collar", designed to keep her from digging at her stitches.  She's pretty miserable right now, some 20 hours out of surgery.

And I hope she will heal.  The vet says the mass she removed from Abbey's colon was not firm, like a benign tumor.  Instead, it was kind of gelatinous and filled with bumpy cyst-like things.

That leads the vet to think it may be malignant.

And here is my dilemma.  Do I pay the $200 for the pathology to find out, or do I let it be?  I told them yesterday that I wasn't ready to know.  I don't want to think of Abbey as a dog with cancer. I want to think of her as my girl, who is getting better.

If I found out it was malignant, there would be so many things to weigh.  She is 13 years old.  How will prolonging her suffering help her?  I might keep her around longer, but will SHE be happy?

If I do nothing, and it doesn't grow back, then we go on as usual, and we both feel better that she is more comfortable now.

If I do nothing and it DOES grow back, then I can decide at that time what to do.

Is it selfish of me to not want to know?  Is it a disservice to Abbey?  Is it a disservice to myself?

Or, am I content in my ignorance as she heals from her surgery?

And therein lies my conundrum.  

Why I Take So Long to Upgrade ANYTHING

....ALERT: There's LOTS of swearing involved. If you have sensitive ears, please don't watch.

The Curious Case of Robert Redford

I saw "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" this afternoon. It's my goal on my vacation to see all the films nominated for Best Picture at the Academy Awards.

Two down, Three to go.

While I enjoyed Benjamin Button, I thought the story was a little flat to get the golden statue.

And, I couldn't get this out of my mind. When he was made up as an older man, Brad Pitt was the striking image of Robert Redford now.

Here's an example:


Which looks surprisingly like this:



Frost-Nixon starts in about 30 minutes, so I'd better go. Wonder if Frank Langella will remind me of anyone?
:)

Livin' the Life!

My vacation has just started, and I'll be mostly staying at home, and, as it turns out, dealing with Abbey's surgery and care.

But for one night, and one night only, I'm taking advantage of the "Mental Health Mondays" special at Willow's Lodge in Woodinville.

They're owned by the same people who own Alderbrook on the Hood Canal.  I seriously considered going there, but this deal was too good to pass up.

For $169, you get an overnight stay in a premium room complete with fireplace, giant bathtub,, huge-screen TV over the fireplace, late check-out, Continental breakfast (I'm having mine as room service) and 15% off spa services (massage and facial, here I come!)

And...special treatment for DOGS!!!

I was going to bring both of the dogs, but Abbey is in pretty bad shape, awaiting surgery this week.  So, it's just Dudley and me, and he's loving his super-soft dog beds, complimentary cookies, free copy of "City Dog" magazine, convenient dog walking path outside our patio door, beautiful dog bowls, and visits from Ruthie Ann, the house Basset hound-beagle mix who lives in the lobby. 

But let's be serious. Dudley is spending most of his time HERE:

Back to Normal

Meet my new Black & Decker coffee maker.  Mine is much more simple, with only one button to turn it on and off.

What more do I need?  

And at $29.99 it was a real value on Amazon.com.

I have rejoined the world.

19 MILLION DOLLARS

This is Degas' famous sculpture, "Petite danseuse de quatorze ans'' or "Little 14-year-old dancer'' .

You may be familiar with it. Degas was fascinated with images of ballet. He painted dancers, sculpted dancers, was obsessed with them.

This particular sculpture is one of his most famous works. It's been at the Muse d'Orsay in Paris for years.

And today, it was sold.

Sotheby's held an auction of Impressionist and Modern works (I am particlularly enchanted by a Marc Chegall painting--pastel, goat, violins, etherial...) in NYC today.

The high bidder was from Japan.

The Little 14 Year Old Dancer is going to be making quite a significant jump.

Art. Is. For. Sale.

Six More Weeks

Love that little pesky groundhog.  

Sure enough, he turns away from the sun and sees his shadow, and is frightened by it.  So he goes back into that warm, dark lil' hole of his and refuses to come out again until it warms up.  

What if he just turned into the light and saw the glory that was before him instead of being afraid of a little shadow?  

Would he realize at that point that when one is facing shadows they need only shift their focus  to shift their perspective?

I took the above photo yesterday, trying to get the profile of a crow perched on the branch, with his beak poised to munch the railing off the Space Needle.

Sure enough, the little crow flew off the instant I hit the shutter.  

So I shift, and instead see the great photo of the Space Needle through naked branches.  This photo won't be available to me in 6 weeks or so.  

I relish in the now.

And he was hauling WHAT???

This guy was parked outside the Grecian Corner restaurant at Fisher Plaza around noon today.  (thus the urn)

I don't know what to make of it!  

Do you?

Coffee Ingenuity

It all started after I got home from work Monday night.  

Abbey was eating her supper, with her back to the dishwasher door.   I needed to open that door to pull out the cookie sheet from the dishwasher, so that I could roast the head of cauliflower I cut up for dinner.  I was too impatient to wait for Abbey to finish, and she does NOT like to be asked to move when she is eating.

So, I did the logical thing.  I opened the door of the dishwasher, letting it rest on Abbey's back.  (she was heavily engrossed in her kernels and didn't seem to mind).  Since the big cookie sheet was wedged on the side of the dishwasher, I had to slide the rack up a bit, to pull it out.

And that's when it all went terribly wrong.

As that rack angled up the door, I heard one of my big stoneware dinner plates rolling downhill.  The next sound I heard was "SMASH....tinkle tinkle tinkle.."  

The dish had rolled right into the coffee maker carafe, smashing it to bits.

RATS!

After picking out all the tiny shards of glass from the dishwasher, I rinsed off the cookie sheet and continued roasting my cauliflower.

I then went on-line to see if I could find a replacement DeLonghi carafe.  No such luck.  The one that broke is the 2nd one I've had.  Anne found it at a Goodwill store for $5.  Bless her.  How would I tell her what happened to it?

So, I ordered a whole new coffee maker from Amazon.  I know.  A little extreme.  But, I'm from SEATTLE.   Got free shipping too!  But it won't be here until February 2nd.

I can wait until then!  What's a few cups of tea between friends?

And then,  Tuesday morning came around.

No coffee.  The hot tea I substituted only upset my stomach.  I was useless until I got a grande double mocha around 11:00.

But I know myself. I couldn't buy my coffee late in the day.  I need it EARLY.

So, I decided today would be different, so I devised the home-drip system in the photo above.

A glass beer stein substituted for the coffee maker carafe.  The tea kettle heated the water.  The filter from the coffee maker was balanced in the beer stein.  Coffee was ground.  Hot water was poured in the filter as I held it over the stein.  And it S-L-O-W-L-Y dripped into the stein. 

I poured the brew into my coffee cup, added my skim milk (sorry Travis) and Splenda and...MORNING COFFEE!

You know what, it was pretty good!  

Fear of Decorating

I'm not sure if the title of this blog clearly states my point today, but I think it all boils down to my profound fear of decorating!  

Some people have a gene that allows them to shift their environment, I think.  But I don't think I was born with that one.  I think I was born with the one that sets things up when they move into a place, and keeps it that way. 

 I also have a tough time envisioning window treatments, stuff on the walls, little knick-knacks on the tables and other decorative touches.

I think it stems from a fear of getting it wrong.  My friend Terry LOVES to paint.  And she loves trying new colors on the walls.  If she doesn't like it, she just paints over it.  And feels no remorse.

Not me, baby.  I can make mistakes on the air, and just move on.  If I mispronounce a word, I can shrug it off.  But God forbid if I paint something wrong on the wall, or make a bad decorating decision.  There's NO undo for me.  I live with it.  It's like I'm punishing myself or something!

So, I need to repaint the doors inside my house where my dog Dudley has scratched little lines.  That's just about every door.  But they're all WHITE.  But my paint is a different shade of WHITE.  How the heck do you match WHITE?  There's like 45 different shades!

You see my problem.

My OTHER Heroes

There's a point in life when you get just as big a thrill living the high points of other's lives, as you do your own.

This posting is about just such an experience.

The two people in the photo are Sheryl and Jeremy Grater. Jeremy and I are colleagues at work, and I've had the extreme pleasure of getting to know his beautful wife as well.

The photo was taken at the Youth Ball, celebrating Barak Obama's Inauguration last night.

And what I admire most about these guys is the way they got there, their hope, determination and sheer energy. It took so much for them to be there and they deserved every minute!

Jeremy and Sheryl knew they had to be at the Inauguration from the beginning. They got to D.C. by way of NYC, and since they couldn't find a hotel room, they ended up renting an RV in Virginia, and driving around to Maryland, where they found a space at a campground.

Jeremy used every contact he could think of and finally scored tickets to the Inauguration AND the Youth Ball. But even if they hadn't been lucky, they were going to go anyway.

They took public transportation to many places, walked when they couldn't find any, and stood in a crushing crowd to watch Mr. Obama take the oath of office.

It's history, and I get to live it vicariously through these beautiful souls.

And now, so do YOU!

A Day for the Ages

So much pride.  So many times today my heart soared as I watched and listened to the events this Inaugural Day 2009.  

I woke at 4:00 this morning, had the radio on KUOW, which was running nonstop live coverage of the pre-inaugural events.  I moved to the TV around 5:30, and tuned around for constant coverage.

Such pride.  Not only for Barak Obama.  My heart also swelled as Congresswoman Nancy Pelosi and Senator Diane Feinstein led President-elect Obama through the halls of the Capital to the dais where he would be inaugurated.  Two women leading an African American man.  20 years ago, even the thought of this would be impossible.

I was surprised at the somber tone of the Inaugural Address.   It seemed as if President Obama was saying "OK, America, stop this hero-worship thing.  We've got WORK to do".  There was no sugar-coating or false hopes.  There was reality laced with respect.

I especially appreciated it as he offered a hand to those in the Muslim world and urged them to unclench their fist.  It was a very poignant moment.

There are many observations, but since this blog is entitled "Dancing Again", I have one last thought.

Somebody has to give this guy dancing lessons.   Those slow dances with First Lady Michelle Obama were kind of embarrassing.  They verged on "awkward white guy" at times.

'Nuf said.  

Now let's get down to business and HEAL this country.

Incredibly Delicious

The dish pictured above is called "Palek Paneer".  

I have to admit it's one of the most unattractive foods I've ever seen, but I ate it last night at a dinner party and it was INCREDIBLE!!!

The dinner party was hosted by my sister's friend Arijit, a man she met while studying Ethno-Musicology at the University of Washington.  He is a master in Indian Drupat singing, which is ancient Indian classical music.  And he invited Anne, and some other good friends at the UW over for a dinner of homemade Indian cuisine.  I was lucky enough to be invited to tag along.

I've been exposed to Indian food several times, always in restaurants, and usually involving one or two dishes at a time.  Usually it's been a chicken or vegetable dish looking pretty Western, or at least familiar to my eyes.

Last night, almost nothing was familiar, and it was all spectacular.  Palek Paneer is a spinach-based sauce prepared with onions, ghee (clarified butter), cumin, onions and other spices, pureed in a food processor.  The white chunks are Paneer, a mild, slightly firm cheese.  

Wow.  I had seconds.  It was amazing.

Other dishes were a rice dish made with golden raisins and vegetables, "Sour Fish Curry", which had chunks of a white fish in a wonderful sauce, some turkey meatballs which looked very nice,  homemade vegetable samosas, which are a mashed potato fritter kind of thing, and the most wonderful homemade chai.

Arijit and his mother were wonderful hosts, and there was a lot of laughter last night.

Milk, please!

Just can't do it.  

I'm out of milk.

I'm not awake.

How do people drink black coffee??

The grocery store isn't open yet.

Need.  Milk.  Now.

help......

My Sister and Barry Manilow

This is a story I'm hoping my sister Anne blogs about at some point, but I wanted to share my memories on my blog, just in case she never gets around to it.

The photo above is of Anne in 1978, the year she was invited and flown to New York City, put up in the St. Regis Hotel and attended a "welcome home to NY" party for Barry Manilow.  A year later, that photo made it into our High School yearbook.   She (and my Father as chaperone) were given limos everywhere they wanted to go, and were treated like real celebrities.   

Anne became a big Barry Manilow fan about the time his 3rd album came out.  That's the one with "I Write the Songs", "Copacabana" and "Tryin' to Get the Feeling Again" (my favorite).

I'm not sure when the letter writing began, but she eventually wrote many, many letters, always in red envelopes, and would send them to his record label.  She wasn't pouring out her love for him, but was, instead, providing insightful critiques of his music, from her teenaged perspective.   She was also sharing moments of her life.  In fact, she hated the word "fan" and wanted nothing to do with fan clubs or activities.

Eventually, he started writing back.  They were hand-written, usually about a page long, and were very nice.   They were encouraging and thankful, and helped Anne, I'm sure, get through those angst-filled teenage years.

The record company started sending Anne all of Barry's albums for free.  Also, we were given free concert tickets whenever Barry was performing near or in Harrisburg.  We even got to go backstage to meet him afterwards.

Once, when he performed at the Hersheypark Arena, Anne got herself in with the Lebanon Valley College Choir, which was performing "One Voice" and "It's A Miracle" with Barry.  (They recruited a college choir from each city to perform these songs).  When Barry walked on stage to rehearse with the choir, he reportedly said "OK, Where's Anne?" before the rehearsal began. 

During the Three-Mile-Island Nuclear Accident in 1979, Barry sent a telegram to our house, asking if everything was OK, and if he could do anything.  (we lived within the 10-mile radius of the plant).

He sent her flowers that were presented during our high-school graduation, much to Anne's embarrassment and chagrin.  She would have much rather been given these in private, instead of pulled up to the stage with all the students receiving academic awards.  The card read: "Looks Like You Made It".  

Anyway, I was looking through Google Images, and came across a couple of photos from that big party all those years ago in New York City.  They are below:

This is of Barry and Ron Dante, one of his favorite lyricists.  

And this one must have been shot through the limo window as he was arriving or departing the party.  The woman is "Reparata", one of the members of "Lady Flash", his back-up group at the time.  One of the members, Deborah Byrd, is now the featured vocal coach on "American Idol".

The last time I met Barry was with Anne after a concert around 1990, I think.  We actually bought the tickets, since she hadn't heard from him in years.

He was performing at the Opera House.  I told Anne to bring a letter to him in a red envelope. We got the letter in the hands of his personal assistant, who searched the crowd for us after the show, and brought us backstage to chat with Barry. 

It was a nice reunion, but I must say, each time I met him, I was kind of tongue-tied.   Anne had no such problem.

Hope it's OK that I shared this, Anne.  There's much more to tell here, and I hope you do it sometime.  It's a great story.

 

A Week Off....What to do?

I see that I will be granted my week of vacation February 9th through the 13th.  So I'm open to suggestions.

I am very good at sitting around and doing nothing.  In fact, it's my favorite occupation.  But, what should I do?

Can you recommend a resort nearby where I could spend a couple of days doing nothing?  Maybe getting a good massage and a nice meal?

Maybe you have a man you could introduce me to who will squire me to the theater, symphony, or a lovely dinner?  I'm hoping he is single, preferably straight, and within 15 years of my age, either younger or older.

Or, maybe you can recommend a place where it would be fun to go as a local tourist for a day or two.  Is there a museum, local attraction, or fun shopping adventure.

Bottom line:  I get to spend a week relaxing, don't want to break the bank, and want to return feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world.

Thanks!

Soggy Puppy

Dudley smelled so bad when I got home from work, that I just knew it was bath night.

I am EXHAUSTED!!!  But at least he's clean and smells better.

This Takes the Cake!

My birthday was Monday, so I decided to bake one of my favorite cakes for myself and my twin sister.

It turned out great!  It's a yellow pound cake with dark chocolate ganache....made with butter instead of heavy cream.  

I finished it with some chopped walnuts.  YUMMY!

Mac Mock

Where's Gregoire?

Here's what I know as of this posting:

1. She suddenly cancelled her entire schedule for today and Tuesday in Washington.

2. She left the state abruptly.

3. Nobody on her staff will say where she is.

4. She has reserved satellite time for 6:00 tomorrow (Tuesday) morning.

5. The Obama Cabinet is not yet completely filled.

I doubt she's about to make an announcement on the Alaskan Way Viaduct.

My selfish thought is that if she ditches the state for a high-profile political appointment, then what was that nasty campaign for last year?

Tea with Jammin' Bread

Oh, I wish I had a photo of the winner of the costume contest at this afternoon's "Sound of Music" sing-a-long at the 5th Avenue Theater.

The place was packed. And the tickets I was given were for the previous night. Of course I didn't check them ahead of time, assuming they were the Saturday afternoon seats I requested. But, the folks at the box office were nice enough to offer me a seat in the "viewing room" (a glassed-walled enclosed room behind the last row on the main floor). The sound was great, but the sight lines...not so good.

This was my first experience with the "Sound of Music" sing-a-long, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Sure, there were the requisite nuns and girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Plenty of Marias, Liezels and little tiny Gretels. But the most original people in the nearly hour-long costume contest were a guy dressed head to toe in bright yellow with the letters R-A-Y across his chest ("Ray, a drop of golden sun"), and Tea with Jam and Bread. But in their case, it was "Tea with Jammin' Bread".

Let me describe them to you. "T", was a woman dressed in black, wearing an enormous capital letter "T". "With" was a guy dressed like the devil with a big "with" written in cursive. And finally, "Jammin' Bread" was a skinny girl dressed as an enormous slice of bread, carrying an inflatable electric guitar. And let me tell you, she ROCKED it! They owned that theme costume and completely deserved to win.

When the movie started, I darted out of that viewing room and found myself an empty seat on the floor, about 30 rows back. It was a great seat. And, I proceeded to look in my Sing-a-long goodie bag. The contents are displayed below:


The question mark was to be held up when we sang "How do you Solve a Problem Like Maria?" Same with the picture of Maria.
Tiny eidelweiss flowers go without saying. Plus there's an invitation to the Captain's ball, a piece of fabric to wear when the Von Trapp children wear their play clothes made out of curtains, and a little champagne cork to pop, when the Captain and Maria kiss. Lame, but fun.

And the singing was great. The lyrics were on the bottom of the screen and everyone in the capacity crowd sang with every song. Here's a little taste:

It was a lot of fun.  And I left just before the Captain learned the Nazis had commissioned him to fight for their cause.

None of that ugly war stuff.  Just happiness, music and love.

Afterwards I took myself out to dinner and hummed to myself.

Time Passes

I thought a look at the passage of 2008 in a forest in Oslo, Norway would be a beautiful way to start 2009.

Happy New Year to you.

Reflections and Anticipations

What a year.

I'm not the kind of person who writes lists and catalogues her accomplishments. But every once in a while, I sit back and count my blessings. And on this, the last day of 2008, I'm also counting my memories of the year.

I've already blogged about the fact that 2008 became the most-documented year of my life, and that I am moving forward in learning and trying new digital technologies. So I won't go into detail about that right now. But it was a significant year. This blog is one example of that.

Here are a few other highlights in the memory department:

1. My sister Anne successfully made it through open-heart valve-replacement surgery and is moving forward in starting the next chapter of her life.

There were so many issues tied up with this, that it's hard to mention them all. But since we were born, (we're twins) we have all known Anne had a valve that didn't work normally. What a miracle that not only did she get the surgery in the nick of time, but that it was performed by the head of cardio-thoracic surgery at Swedish Hospital, AND that it was all paid for by Swedish Charity funds, since Anne had no health insurance. Much to be thankful about.

2. I renewed my relationship and friendship with my sister Linda, who went through huge transitions in order to be in Seattle for Anne's recovery.

I think we were both extremely nervous about this and both took steps toward each other and healing the rift. I enjoyed having her stay in my home when Anne was able to move back to her apartment, and really miss her, now that she is beginning the next chapter of
her life in New York City.

3. My co-anchor of nearly 5 years moved on to his next chapter, writing a book. That meant he

gave up his anchor chair and left KOMO. But it was more than that. He left a hole that may or may not be filled again.

4. I took a wonderful vacation to Kauai with my good friend, Miss Terry Brown. You may also know her as Terry Travis, anchor at KPAM in Portland and former reporter at KOMO 1000 Newsradio. She is a great woman, a dream to travel with and a wonderful champion of me, and many, many other people. If you missed our adventures, here is our farewell from the island:

6. I got to interview my musical hero, Jason Mraz! And, since Herb Weisbaum was my co-anchor that day, and since he had to be out of the studio at the time, it was a solo interview. It was wonderful. Colleen O'Brien, our editor, took a video of the interview. Here it is on YouTube:

It has garnered the most hits of any of my posts so far on YouTube, receiving more than 33-thousand hits. After the interview, he hung out, clutched my crystal that I bring into the studio, and took photos. He was very nice.

7. I have finally (knock wood) healed the infection/swelling of my left leg. It has been an issue since 2003, when a series of mosquito bites became inflamed, and just never healed. Imagine having a yukky open wound for 5 years. But visits to a naturopath, an infectious disease specialist, and a dermatologist finally figured out what's going on. Thank God!

8. I also got a handle on an extreme vitamin B deficiency, a vitamin D deficiency and an under-active thyroid. So, I've gone from being drug-free, to taking a number of supplements. But I am feeling better.

9. I started taking dance classes again. I love dancing, and have only been dancing at workshops and nighttime dances. The classes free me up to be myself more, instead of trying to be the perfect partner. I'll keep doing this in 2009.

10. I got much more involved in my church, The Center for Spiritual Living. While I have not yet become a member, I volunteer at the registration desk and have also lent my voice to several commercials and even to the telephone answering system. I'm making a few friends there as well. This is the most involved I have ever been in a church, and I find I really look forward to Sunday services.

11. This was a good year for freelance voiceover work.

Even though 2-year campaign with the University of Washington Endowment campaign came to an end, they still needed me for several more spots. I also had a few jobs from the "Voice-123" site, and did some TV imaging for a station in Upstate New York. In addition, I continue my regular weekly gig with United Broadcasting Sales.

But the most fun I had was in early March, when Microsoft asked me to voice some spots with my old radio partner, Pat Cashman. It was such a blast to work with him again, and I loved the professional session, with a director, writer, engineer, compliance guy from Microsoft and an assistant, in addition to Pat and me in the voice booth. I love this kind of work.
It also allowed me to keep ahead of the bills and take a couple of trips.

12. I got to travel to Montreal. What a wonderful trip. I blogged about it every day, so just click on the bottom of the next 2 pages to get to the posts if you want to see them. Lots of wonderful memories.

And while there are many other highlights, these are the top 12. And I would be remiss in ignoring the importance of you, my readers. You have supported me with your comments and friendship, and I thank you for your continued readership.

Here's to a loving, prosperous, joyful, fun, healthy 2009.

And Happy New Year to You!

Letting Go

Have you ever been hated?  I don't mean disliked or snubbed by a friend or a co-worker who didn't invite you to her Halloween party for reasons unknown to you.

I mean deeply, totally and wholeheartedly hated?  Like Osama bin Laden hated? 

I am that hated by my ex-husband and his family.  

My divorce was finalized in 2004.  After that, he appealed his settlement to the Washington State Court of appeals.  That took 2 more years and many thousands of dollars.  After he did not win the appeal, he took the matter to the Washington State Supreme Court.  Again, more time, and much more money.  I had no choice but to fight.  But I did not file my own appeals or requests.  I simply responded to his arguments, which I was legally obligated to do.

And, in May of 2007, the Washington State Supreme Court, in its' infinite wisdom, decided there was no constitutionally compelling reason to hear the case of a simple divorce, with no children and no money involved.  

The question was over the issue of jurisdiction.  His argument was that I was not within my legal rights to file for divorce in Washington State, after he had asked me for a divorce, demanded I move out of our home, and I found a job back home in Seattle.   I moved across the country from Cleveland and negotiated for a settlement through my Seattle attorney.

During the required face-to-face mediation, my attorney served him with divorce papers by hand.  He had already been served by mail, but this was a legal formality that had to be carried out. 

That's when he got mad.  And that, I think, is when the hating began.  But I'll never know for sure.  Because I have been cut out of his life, and the life of his family forever.  Even though his mother said we could resume our conversations after the divorce was over, she changed her mind and did not respond to my notes.

I have to let it all go.  I know that.  Most days I don't think about it.  But I wonder about his sister.   What happened to Lizzy?

During the trial, it was the one conversation we had.  I asked how Lizzy was, in July of 2004, and Andy said "she's fine".  That's all we said to each other.

But I'm worried.  Like Andy, Lizzy, too, had a heart transplant.   She was 2 at the time, and when I last saw her, she was 20 and doing well.  When she was a teenager, she had a kidney transplant received from her father.  Her kidney was damaged because of all the years of anti-rejection medication for her transplanted heart.  

I have seen the Facebook pages of a few of Andy's friends, and of one relative, and Lizzy is not on their lists of friends.  But her good friend from school is listed as a contact.  Andy has blocked me from seeing his list of friends on Facebook.  

I hope Lizzy is doing OK.  If she's not, please let me know.

Divorce is awful.  It rips up hearts and souls and families and hopes and dreams and lives.

I forgave Andy a long time ago.  I will always wish him well.  I am sorry I am so hated and shut out by him and his family.

But if that's the way it has to be, what choice do I have?

It is time to put all of this aside and move on.   I know there is love and life out there.  

I don't hate him.  I miss his family.  I wish them well.

Like Family to Me

I had the extreme pleasure of meeting for coffee with some of my former co-workers and present friends today.  We laughed and shared and had so much fun with none of those pesky news deadlines getting in the way.

I miss these guys, but am so thrilled at all of their accomplishments and futures.  

I love them like family.

And for my Cat Loving Friends...

And to all, a good night!

Again with the Snow!

Here we are on Christmas Day....in the SNOW!  And it's beautiful and perfect and won't stop falling!

I haven't been able to leave my driveway since Sunday, but I'm hoping that comes to an end tomorrow.  My ride to work isn't going to the station tomorrow, so I'll have to figure something out.

If I can get out of my driveway and out of the alley, I should be fine.  

I hope you've been able to get from here to there in all this snowy madness!

Merry Merry

First an update: Abbey is one week into her course of super-strong antibiotics and she is doing much, much better!

She still has some sort of tumor "down there", but she has much more energy and has even jumped up on the bed with me at times to snuggle close.

She also posed long enough for me to take a Christmas photo for you:

And Dudley looks like he's had 4 or 5 drinks already:

Thanks for reading my blog, putting up with dog pictures entirely too often, and commenting!

And have a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy Chanukah!!

Snow Day

Instead of feeling annoyed about having to make my way to work in this mess, I am able to feel the enchantment of the beauty because it is Sunday and I can simply enjoy this rare Northwest treat.



These photos are from my house, looking out to the street.



What a beautiful morning. I awoke around 5:00 and just delighted in the white crusty snow.



I got about 5-6 inches of snow at my home which is near Greenlake.