Discomfort Zone Warning (originally written on August 31, 2016)

Editorial Notes:

Today is December 18, 2016. The post below was written just about 5 weeks before I left for Europe, which was totally amazing and unforgettable. Life has been busy and I will try to catch you all up on it in the next few days/weeks/hopefully not months.    Susie.

 

 

I’ve just realized I leave for Europe in 35 days.

I just stopped breathing for a minute.

Over the last few months Plexus Slim and P.T.  has helped me lose almost 16 pounds.

I’ve been going to physical therapy for four weeks to strengthen my bad arthritic hip, which is now working much better since the tune-up has started. My therapist has added exercises each time I go. It takes me about an hour to do them. We’re working on strengthening my earlobes now.

My travel wardrobe is something I’ve been focused on. Our group of twelve from Journey Church Arts Collective will be welcomed by artists at a Paris Gallery on the first night we’re there.  I’ve done enough work on this old body, that skinny jeans are now in my wardrobe. I am far from being skinny, but these are very slimming and got two thumbs up from the discernible daughter. Finally. It only took me 40 years to pass a fashion test.

I’ve collected numerous Pins, from Pinterest,  that will help me pack light as well as dress comfortably, but not in PJ’s, on an overnight flight to Paris. Ha. There it is again. Paris. {{{sigh}}} And have I told you I was going to Lausanne Switzerland and Florence, too? {{{sigh}}} Overwhelmed in a good way.

We’re looking at small laptops so I can write and post while away. After using a computer to get my thoughts down, using a pen and paper is like getting out the horse and buggy to go into town.

The excitement among my fellow travelers is growing. People are still raising funds to help offset the trip. If you’d like to help someone financially I’m going to post a link at the end of this blog. Prices for the trip have risen, people have had circumstances happen and are in need of help for this Arts Mission Trip. Life is short. Opportunities are sometimes few. Generosity is alive and well. Personally, I’ve been humbled beyond words and to tears by the generosity of family and friends.

Spread the love if you can to an artist with the mission to learn, explore, disciple, befriend and eat pastries. Well, you all know I’m all about the truth.

Thanks for reading me!

Susie

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Thurman Munson Woke Me Up

I’m at my computer at six o’clock on a Saturday morning because former New York Yankee’s catcher, Thurman Munson woke me up. It’s 2015 and Thurman Munson died in 1975-ish. I’ll have to look that up when I’m fully awake.[edit: August 2, 1979]

This was all in a dream. I have no clue why Thurman Munson was in my dream because I haven’t watched a baseball game on television since I left Detroit in 1994.

Thurman, in his words, has some tips for young men and women:

Go to baseball games. If you can’t afford a ticket, don’t worry about it. Go anyway and bring my picture with you. Tell the ushers that you’re a fan and will stand through the whole game. When they see that you just love the game they’ll sneak you in. Then go to another usher and show’m my picture and ask if they have any empty seats in their section. You don’t care where you sit, you just wanna watch the game. In person. There’s nothing like hearing the crack of the bat from a hitter who loves the game like you do. Go high if you have to. Be discrete and use your manners. Don’t forget to take me with you.

Why Thurman Munson visited my rare-as-hens-teeth dream is beyond me. In 1979 my son was in the hospital having surgery when Thurman, a favorite player on the Yankees, died on August 2nd, in a plane crash. Our son would be going into first grade a month later. We were devastated when we watched the news from Chris’ hospital room. We wept.

My best guess is that I had this dream because I wore my nightgown inside out two nights in a row. If I notice I put my nightgown on inside out, I immediately whip it off and put it on the correct way. Last night I was consciously trying not to be so OCD about that. Who cares if you wear your bedclothes inside out? Right? Well, dead baseball players obviously have some kind of issue with it.

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Thurman, I loved you then and I love you now. Thanks for giving me this interesting information. I’m going to go back to bed, but first I’m going to take this nightgown off and put it on right-side out. I don’t even watch baseball anymore. I’d appreciate it if you let me go back to sleep.

After sleeping a little more, I’ve edited this sleepy piece and will now post it to the world for Thurmon. I don’t know why, but the dream was so odd, I can’t not post it. Happy dreams everyone.

Once Upon A Time~

IMG_1633    I moved to the Nashville area in 2002 and started going to book signings at Davis-Kidd, an independent bookstore in Green Hills. I met Fannie Flagg, Sue Monk Kidd, David Sedaris and many other authors at that service-friendly store.

  Driving up to the cozy store was always a pleasure. I loved driving my Jeep over the beautiful countryside, passing gorgeous homes, pastures with cows (which I just love) and then arriving in Green Hills, which is south of Nashville. By my sense of direction, anyway. The Bluebird Cafe was across the street and just a little bit before where the store used to be. Amazon, electronic book-readers and WalMart were too big a competition and Davis-Kidd tried to go bigger or go under. They went under.

So be it. My story is about the night I went to see Dan Brown, the author of The DaVinci Code. I had no idea what the book was about or who he was. I just knew there was a book and an author and I wanted to be there. Bossman was out of town, so I took off  and got to the famous grand staircase in D-K early. Readers used to sit on the staircase while the visiting author would stand at the bottom and speak. That evening I was the first person to take a seat. I thought, “Well, this guy can’t be too good. I’m the only one here.” Then people started to trickle up onto the stairs. “I’m just going to bump up a couple of steps.” I sat center-right almost to the top landing. It was filling in. Suddenly it was full with people going up both splits of the staircase to the second floor. “Hmmm…” I was surrounded. “So what did you think of the book wasn’t it wonderful I couldn’t put it down isn’t this exciting?” The guy next to me had too much caffeine. “Well, I didn’t read it,” I said as I looked around at people starting to fill in down the aisles of the store and surrounding the staircase. Mr. Starbucks was aghast at my ignorance and ignored me. The *Buzz* had gotten crazy. “What did you think?” “Wasn’t it amazing?” “I hope they make a movie out of it.” I felt goofy. I’m sure I was the only person in the city that hadn’t read this book. And the author was late. The nerve.

The store clerk set a podium at the bottom center of the stairs. **BUZZ** A nice looking man with a professor-style tweed sports coat with suede elbow pads, walked out and people applauded. “What the heck is this book all about,” I thought. He shyly introduced himself and was obviously overwhelmed. He held his cellphone up in the air. “I’m kinda in shock here. I just got off the phone with George Lucas.” ***BUZZ*** So he starts talking about the book and all the research he’d done at the Vatican and the crowd is hanging onto every word. I have to say it was pretty interesting. His wife is an art historian and he talked about how much she helped with the research. As he spoke he scanned the audience of about 150 people. At one point our eyes connected. And stuck. It was like a cartoon, where Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny get their eyes locked on each other and they try to break that lock by turning their heads, but it just doesn’t work. They’re stuck for what seems like forever but is only seconds. Dan’s head finally snapped away and I was left thinking “What the hell just happened there?” I shook my head to get my bearings.

At the end of the lecture, I stayed on the staircase while readers filed down to grab books and get in line to have them signed. I waited an hour until the end of the line was obvious. I picked up three books and awkwardly got behind the last five people. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say when I stepped in front of him. My brain was blank. My turn. I was the last one. Alone in front of Dan Brown sitting at a table with my three books in front of him. He looked up. I looked down. We didn’t say anything but stared. Finally he said, “Where do I know you from?” I said, “I know. What the hell was that all about?” Dan, “I don’t know.”  Me, being the clever and astute girl said, “I have no idea. I’m sure we don’t run in the same circles. ” He shook his head still staring. I said, “Maybe we knew each other in another life.” He smiled and said, “Maybe that’s it.”  We said a few other words and then he signed my book.   signed DB book

                  The End. (or is it?)