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Entering His sanctuary

As they say, “a picture is worth a thousand words”, I’ll let this beautifully preserved part of the Jedediah Smith do all the talking for me. It truly is where God lives.

Burl is caused by a fungus which causes abnormal growths to form. They’re amazing as you will see.

Gaining some perspective…

it’s all about perspective, isn’t it?

And your little dog, too!

Perspective

and more…

Precious – posing…see! she is trained! LOL

I have a picture of my niece, Mandy, standing on this exact same stump from 15 years ago!

Faces in the redwood burl. What do you see?

Faces. Lions, tigers and bears? Oh no! Turtle? Oh yes!

or trolls?

or octopi?

or ME & Montana! Surprise! Nice guy from Tennesse took this!

Burl heaven!

See Ava? She’s up a tree!

Ava – close up

Same path we all took 15 years ago!

more perspective w/ Montana as we walk down the path

more faces in the burl…look closely toward the left

and the grand finale

Right after taking this picture, Montana and I continued down the path as I remembered there being a beautiful meadow just a little further down. But, as we walked on, Montana started getting jittery and wasn’t showing a whole lot of interest in going further. I heard some stomping or heavy walking which gave my heart a start. You’re in complete silence so every noise is magnified. I stopped and waited to hear more. Montana turned to go back toward the truck but quickly looked over her shoulder in a nervous, quick jerk. “Hmmmm, I said. We’re in Sasquatch country…don’t wanna be his woman! What say we get outta’ here post-haste?”

Back safely in the truck, I remembered seeing where an elk had pawed the ground so it probably was notifying me I was getting a little too close to the meadow. If you were raised in the city, don’t go to the forest without someone who knows what to look for and listen to in order to be safe.

Now that my camera is all charged up again, I’ll go check out more of the area as recommended by Rod this morning here at the KOA. So much redwood history…so little time!

I want to give a shout out to the KOA owner Joan Fallon fo Crescent City Redwoods KOA. She booked my stay here the other day and took care of me putting me right next to the restrooms in a pull through site. I was pleasantly surprised to find this KOA site to be very small and homey and not crammed packed with pavement and people. I was also impressed by the video they had playing this morning during breakfast which told about the redwood forest history and eco system. By the way, there is NO pavement in this KOA but there IS a redwood grove where the tent section is! The personnel here are so friendly and helpful plus they make a mean pancake breakfast (all you can eat for $3.50 which includes coffee) which charged me right up for the day! They’re at 4241 Hwy. 101 North, Crescent City, CA.

Now off to see the Crescent City Lighthouse!

Like I say, “It’s Motel 6 or KOA for me!”

Happy Trails!

Pacific Coast Highway (PCH a/k/a Hwy. 1) at its best is just above Bodega Bay all the way up to where it meets Hwy. 101. WOWSER! But first let me tell you about this little Mom & Pop restaurant in Petaluma. Last night, I was hungry and cold (still had my Vegas clothes on) and didn’t want to hike around late at night so I found a place that would deliver to my fav place to stay, Motel 6. It was called the Round Table and, as always, I ask THEM what is their special. When they told me it was a garlic sauce pizza with vegis and meat I had to know more. Tomatoes, green onions, cheese, sausage and mushrooms on pizza dough. Hmmm. He said it was simple but really very good. Well, don’t ya’ know you always go for what THEY say is their best item even if you never eat pizza but have driven a bazillion miles, are cold, tired and hungry! It was delicious! I saved the other half to heat up in the microwave tonight and it was still very good after riding in the car eight hours being thrown around in the box all that time on switchback roads!

Wait. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to how beautiful the drive was just outside of Petaluma on the way to Bodega Bay…so quaint and pastoral…happy cows everywhere!

Beautiful countryside just outside of Petaluma on the way to Bodega Bay via Hwy. 116.

Get a feel of the road here. Pastures on both sides of the road. See those happy cows on the left?

Gorgeous, lush pastures

Great road!

Then, when I thought I was already livin’ the dream, I came into Bodega Bay where the Bay meets the Pacific Ocean. Dreamland. Pure Dreamland.

Bodega Bay is a cute little village community.

Bodega Bay

Bodega Bay meets the Pacific Ocean!

Now the trip triples in delight as I drive up Hwy. 1 along the coast with the Pacific Ocean crashing against huge boulders stranded a million years ago from volcanic eruptions and held captive by the unrelenting force of this powerful body of water.

Wind surfers! Wind must have been 30-40 MPH!

Small rocks probably broken off from the boulders

Pacific Ocean Majesty

Views just kept getting better!

…and better

And then the road turns inland…

…where past generations established their boundaries by planting trees along the road. Each of the villages had trees planted along the roadway. Quaint. Homey.

The vegetation was so lush and full of so many varieties of green and more wildflowers of every color!

So many rivers that feed all this vegetation to cross as they stretch toward the ocean. (left the side mirror in for effect!)

stretching toward the ocean

The road turns inland again for a hair-raising switchback road from hell where Montana and I both got queasy from the turns even going only 10 to 20 MPH which the sign said was only 22 miles but I think it was for 122 miles! And, right when I didn’t think I could stand another turn in the road…there they were! My first grove of redwoods! I cried. Ava was supposed to see these trees with me.

And then….there they are!

They aren’t as pretty or as big as the ones I’m going to re-visit tomorrow after a 15 year absence but they were redwoods and God knows I’m a tree hugger from way back and these particular trees talk to my heart like no other.

I just love the texture and color of new growth on young, healthy evergreens. There was a bunch of it to see, too!

Well, guess that’s it for today’s Great Adventure.

Happy Trails!

While I was strolling with my new found friend, Dana, yesterday, she told me, “Don’t leave town without seeing Emerald Bay. If you haven’t seen it, you missed the best part of South Lake Tahoe!” Ya’ know what? She was RIGHT! WOWSER! I was transported back to 2003 when my ex and I took a trip this same time of the year to Glacier National Park in NW Montana. This drive had magnificent forests and veiws of the lake most people never see. I’m sorry to say that pulling the trailer kept me from pulling over to get some really great shots but I think you’ll get enough of an idea to drive the four hours from Vegas to see it.

The drive to get to the Emerald Bay overlook was pretty spectacular!

Road leading up to Emerald Bay.

First peek at Emerald Bay through the trees!

Majestic just like Glacier National Park in NW Montana!

Drive back from peek of Emerald Bay view.

Road back from Emerald Bay on the way toward Eldorado National Forest.

Then I drove through Eldorado National Forest, yet another phenominal drive!

Drive through Eldorado National Forest on the way to Petaluma, CA.

Cabins on the river in Eldorado National Forest.

Then on the way to Napa Valley!

Me and my hyper ADD Montana traveling partner in Napa Valley.

The road through Napa Valley in Sonoma toward Petaluma.

Napa Valley

Napa Valley

Road to Petaluma, CA

Tomorrow morning I head straight for the Pacific Coast Highway just north of San Francisco! I have reservations to camp for four days at a campground which backs up to a redwood forest! I have Ava with me but I still think of calling her to tell her how beautiful the drive is just like I’ve always done.

Happy Trails!

Ava and I drove through SW Colorado after her adventure at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon where she met Donna Brown when Ava hurt her knee and couldn’t climb back out of the canyon. Ava and I both both fell in love with SW Colorado.

As I drove up into the South Lake Tahoe area, I was reminded of SW Colorado. But it was when I actually got into the quaint little city wrapped lovingly with a river, meadows and beautiful snow-capped mountains that really took me back to last summer camping with Ava. Although it’s a busy little city, it still manages to keep its small town atmosphere where neighbors chat happily with a stranger needing directions. Dana and her two little ones walked with Montana and me to find Lake Tahoe. She told me she’d grown up here and came back to raise her children here and lived in the same neighborhood as she did when she was young. Says volumes to me.

South Lake Tahoe from bike trail where Montana was frantic trying to bark at each and every bike. I got quite a workout trying to keep her from freaking out the cyclists!

Montana waiting for her next victim on the bike trail!

Truckee River flows through the town

Snow capped mountains hug this wonderful, clean city.

Beautiful!

The coolest tribute to this area is how you won’t get any styrofoam for take-out and how you’ll see many VW buses of vary styles and years. Never saw this many outside of the State of Oregon! Does that mean they’re moving back to California? LOL

VW bus of yesteryear!

The original VW bus! Is that a gypsy wagon I see? Only in California!

A wonderful surprise was when Montana and I walked to the bank earlier today was finding a great Mom & Pop Mediterranean and Greek restaurant called Artemis  located at 2229 Lake Tahoe Blvd., Ste A, South Lake Tahoe, CA 96150 (www.ArtemisMediterraneanGrill.com).

I’m a bit of a Gyro meat snob as I’ve had the best at the now closed Shipfeifer’s which used to be located on Peachtree Road near Brookwood Station in my hometown of Atlanta. It was the absolute best Mediterranean restaurant in Georgia and I haven’t found another one of equal quality…until today. Too bad I had to drive all the way to California to find it!  Funny thing is that if I’d blinked, I would have missed it but I was hungry, looking for a place to sit outside (because I had Montana) and needed  something tasty. Interestingly enough, when Dana and I were walking later this afternoon, I mentioned this restaurant to her. Much to my surprise, she said it was her favorite in town!

As I had no room for all my lunch or to try their home-made desserts, I got a paper to-go box for my leftovers and for my Baklava. As I’m a Baklava snob as well, I just couldn’t resist getting it. After all, I’m on a quest and have to have things to write about, right? Well, let me tell you that their Baklava not only was the largest I’d ever been served but it was the BEST I EVER HAD!  It was fresh (as they advertised), not dripping in syrup but lightly dribbled with quality honey, the pastry was light and flakey and the filling absolute pleasure! It was so big I was sure I’d save half of it to go with my morning coffee. That did NOT happen. I found myself licking the cardboard container!

I was going to try to save this post until I’d seen Emerald Bay as I hear it’s an amazing view. Oh well, you’ll just have to wait for it like I do! I’ll go by there on my way to Petaluma, CA near the Pacific Coast. I’ll stay in a Motel 6 there before camping four days in the redwood forest where God lives.

Happy trails!

Numa (Ava’s husband) and I decided to head for Tonopah, NV where my son, Carl, used to have a gold mine. My dad owned quite a chunk of land there and every year Mom and Dad would take Carl out west for him to work his mine. I’d tried to find my son’s old gold mine before but ran out of road and time. This time, Numa and I were going to find it and we almost did! All we needed was a 4-wheel drive to get to it!

We stayed in my pop-up camper over night. The last thing Numa said before he fell asleep was that he hoped the winds didn’t pick up. Well, talk about foreshadowing! I thought we were going to end up in Kansas in those early morning hours! We did a little more exploring to find a ghost town called Belmont. When I looked at the lady’s map, it sure looked simple enough to me. No need to write anything down or get more details, right? WRONG! We did have fun driving too fast over a crazy road to that DOESN’T go to the ghost town of Belmont giving me screams! He thought it was funny flying through the air leaving my heart in my throat and Montana throwing up in the back seat! The road really wasn’t that bad but I get butterflies going over little knolls too fast and he, a person who loves a good thrill, thought this was a cake walk! It was awesome!

I left Tuesday morning, taking the back roads, of course. What an amazing drive! It was just what my broken heart needed to see. Some of this country’s beauty to help me through today. It was two months ago today that my girl, Ava, took her life.

I got momentarily excited seeing how diverse our country’s landscape is and how quickly it changes from alien lands to canyon lands to river basins to lush, fertile farm lands. These next few pictures show you some of that diversity I saw in a few short hours yesterday.

Alien lands north of Tonopah, NV. Large fields of sand butting up to craggy mountains. Surreal.

As I got past this alien land, I got into a more remarkable area called Walker Lake. Talk about strange! A HUGE lake in the middle of no where with crumbling rocky mountains all around and no greenery!

Walker Lake just on the other side of Alien Lands!

Walker Lake with a touch of green!

Walker River Canyon just north of Walker Lake, NV

Walker River Canyon, NV

Walker River Canyon, NV

orange lichen growing on the side of this rock wall of Walker River Canyon made the whol rock look orange in the late afternoon hours. Pretty darn cool.

Mom kept telling me about raging fires in Arizona and I reminded her that I wasn’t going that way at all. Lo and behold as I come out of Walker River Canyon, I see fire in the distance and think, “Boy, am I glad I’m not headed for there!” Boy, was I ever wrong! My back road took me right past it! They closed the road and I begged the officer to let me go through so I could get to South Lake Tahoe for my prepaid Motel 6 room for the night! (Motel 6 rocks). Thank goodness they let me through but here’s a close-up of the fire with a touch of truck window thrown in for the heck of it!

What started out as a 1400 acre fire turned (at last I heard) into over 4000 acres maybe more. It was near Smith, NV

More fire near Smith, NV. I’d never seen anything like this before. It was a little frightening.

Cleared the fire and went through a little town called Wellington, NV. Cute!

Wellington School House 1898. Cool little town.

I made it from Tonopah, NV to South Lake Tahoe, CA in about four hours taking the road less travelled. Lots of little towns and beautiful countryside. Just what a soul needs.

Today, I’ll stay over to rest and catch my breath from the last two months before continuing on to the redwood forest where God lives. See, I’d been telling my daughter, Ava, about this place for fifteen years and this year she was going camping with me to finally see it. The local funeral director, Jeff who is now and forever my best friend, sent me a small urn with some of Ava’s ashes to me while I was tending to her final affairs in Las Vegas so she could come with me on this trip. Thank you Jeff. Your Mom-n-Pop operation sure has been there for me, first with Carl and now with Ava. You made a terrible and alien experience into a simple feat. You arranged everything from Atlanta so I wouldn’t have to worry about the arrangements after I told you how simple I wanted it all to be and my timeframe. Donahoo-Lewis Funeral Directors in East Point, GA were remarkable, loving and efficient.

I plan on writing more about my daughter as I move along this journey. She wrote of herself as being a “revolutionary woman” and that she was. More to come.

Happy trails!

My daughter, AVA, committed suicide two months ago after struggling on so many levels:  fighting chronic severe depression, being bullied at work, exhaustion from college, worry over money  and pushing for nothing short of perfection in every performance, especially her career as an opera singer.

As a very serious, devoted opera geek and full lyric soprano, every note, every syllable, every dialect, every language (German, Italian, French, English, Czech, etc.) had to be studied over and over and over until every molecule of her body vibrated and celebrated the aria, the opera and the passion of the moment. Truly a revolutionary woman not only in her own words but of those who were privileged to hear her perform but who love her and call her friend (present tense intentional).

How do I know all this? I’ve just spent eight weeks listening to every single recording of every single lesson she had over the last several years and being embraced by each of those wonderful performers who love her and call her friend. I feel more at home in Vegas with these wonderful men and women than I do in my own state.

As a public speaker, I know what it’s like to put your all into what you’re doing behind the podium or on the stage but certainly not to the level of performers who put their guts on the stage when they get up there to entertain the public with their jokes, magic, singing, comedy, acting, music, voice… They are exceptional, loving individuals and a clan of their own…a true all-for-one-and-one-for-all group the likes of which I’ve NEVER experienced before. They are not only Ava’s tribe but mine as well.

It is that reason why I am driven, yet again, to not just step outside my comfort zone but leap into mid-air off a bazillion foot cliff to start AVA’S CORNER.ORG with an associated Hotline, initially in Vegas, to be that source for these extremely sensitive, loving people who may feel the need to search for assistance regarding a concern or want a caring person on the other end of the Hotline to listen to whatever it is they need to say with understanding, acceptance and assistance.

Ava’s Corner will trump every negative site my daughter searched that fateful night. It will be the FIRST place a person goes when searching all topics related to “suicide”. It’s my belief we should always dream in terms of a perfect world and work backwards so all you website people are cringing over the task, I only know that none of my previous experience as a commercial real estate title insurance underwriting, real estate law or consulting work ever prepared me for this and I’m just gonna’ jump in with my whole being because there is a need! Tell me what you CAN do…not what you can’t do!

We’re creating an album to be called “all things AVA”. We (Ava and all who has  written a song, a poem or a melody to go with Ava’s lyrics or anything related) are collaborating our love and our efforts to raise money for our efforts to assist with mental health resources and to help prevent as many suicides as possible in the performance industry with the power of positive influence. Every performer will receive full credit for their work including a Bio with photo of each artistic contributor of this beautiful collaborative effort will help fund AVA’s Corner & Hotline.

So far, we are hoping to have AVA singing art songs and arias “Trials and Tribulations of Love”, along with Jenni Kearns orchestrating melodies to Ava’s lyrics, performances by Mirjana Milovanovic, Marisa Johnson, Carmen A. Woodruff, Susanne Knauf’s melody, Beauregard Higgins performing his original song he wrote for Ava, Vital Germaine’s poem with his painting of Ava on the cover, Scott Gordon’s poem, Charly Urso performing his original song, Mirjana performing her original song and anyone else who has an original piece written for Ava. You just need let me know so we can review it.

I want this to be a collaborative effort of all of us to share and enjoy for a long time but also to give credit to some beautiful and talented people who love Ava dearly and will always feel that way. All proceeds will go to the Trust (or non-profit organization…haven’t decided which was is best yet) which I will form when I’m back in Georgia that will fund Ava’s Corner & Hotline.

I have plenty of artists (of all persuasions) but I don’t have a person to assist in creating the website. If you need money to do this and you’re the right person, contact me and I’ll see what we can do to come up with $$. Without the website (the right one, that is) this will never leave the ground. The web creator must “get” what we’re doing and feel passionate about its creation. As the focus will naturally be Vegas, I would love to have a Vegas creator who understands performers.

We’re rapidly building our team! If you feel the callin’ to join us, please reply to this message. Even if you can’t join us but have ideas, bring ’em on! If you can’t do either, support our efforts with love and appreciation for all those performers you’ve enjoyed.

Although I’ve been immersed dealing with this unimaginable loss and with giving all her possessions away to friends, family and loved ones from Vegas to Montreal to Florida, I have one last task. Ava and I were to go camping in the redwood forest where God lives in northern California. It’s a bitter-sweet expectation. I’d told her about this place for over 15 years and, this year, was the year. I cry each time I think about not having her with me on this next Great Adventure and I doubt if I’ll ever think about it without a tear no matter how many years pass. But, rest assured, I’ll be working diligently on this project as well as the big picture of a greater good.

Ava’s last head shot taken in Austria summer, 2011.

I also tear up at how amazing each of her friends embraced me as their own family as they did Ava…how hugging, loving and accepting of us both. And, as each of you pick up the pieces of the lives you had before all this happened, know that I know you haven’t forgotten. It’s just a necessity of living. I’ll be back soon!

I’ve been absent but for good reason. I’m diligently working on a book of short stories of real life adventures and misadventures from my childhood, my life and my journey toward mental health, happiness and rediscovering my joie de vivre, from a Friend, a book of short stories. As writers go, we write, re-write, edit, write some more and re-write and re-edit. It’s an OCD process that keeps my ADD very happy and my dyslexia in absolute misery. LOL I wouldn’t have it any other way because I wouldn’t know how to be any other way!

Want a peek into my novella, from a Friend, a story of Great Warrior? Read my blog “My Son’s Eyes” for a taste. It’s about the great adventure my family went on with my son, his disappearance and his communications with us from the other side. Faith, love and communication from all levels are explored and experienced in my journey through it all.

Jus as an aside, it seems like someone’s protesting or  complaining about the size of a person’s wealth but, to my way of thinking, I coulda’ been born into a wealthy family as there was a time when Mom’s family was. But things happen and as Dad used to say, “I shoulda’ been born rich instead of so damn good looking!” Yep. If he had been born rich, I would’ve had a totally different experience. Maybe I woulda’ never lost a son and almost a daughter but I also wouldn’t be the woman I am today and I like me just fine.

My next Great Adventure is June and July so we won’t miss the PowWows and Rodeos this year! I had thought I’d cancel this year’s adventure but I was reminded about the Mayan calendar thingie and decided I really needed to cram as much in this year as possible just in case they knew what they were talking about. So, Montana and  I’ll be heading west hoping Ava will join us on a great adventure up the Pacific Coast Highway to my favorite redwood forest in all the world where God lives. I can’t wait!

Right now, Montana won’t come away from the wood burning stove. She’s so cute! It’s funny but it’s very comforting to see my bird dog in front of a fire.

Happy Trails!

Montana in front of the fire

For those of you who don’t know, my major in college was design and I’m a multi-media artist. In other words, I get my hands into everything. I create wood/ metal sculptures, make raku pottery and, my latest love, design and make earrings.

I have designed and created over a hundred earrings fifty of which are on display for sale at Mountain Laurel Makings in Franklin, NC. Meet my new friend, Laurel, at their facility in the Whistle Stop Mall. She has over thirty different local artists’ creations on display at her fabulous shop.

You can also check her out on Facebook to see more about her and her business. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mountain-Laurel-Makings/137793256245605.

You can also shop with her online at http://www.mountainlaurelmakings. com where you can order MY earrings directly. My promise is that no body else will have anything like it! I also have some unique necklaces and bracelets but mostly earrings. I always feel like a woman is totally dressed if she has on a striking pair of earrings!

Here are some samples of my unique style. Enjoy!

Christmas cheer in green

Green Christmas cheer in foil for fun!

New Year's Eve Mirror Balls!

Or mirror balls for New Year’s Eve will certainly be the talk of the evening!

Going on a cruise and want Summer Shells?

Going on a cruise for the holidays? You’ll definitely need some Sea Shell Sun on your ears!

Funky Feathers what you're looking for?

Feathers are the rage all over again. These are what I call my “Christmas Feathers” but the beauty is that you can wear them all year-long as well.

Or something Dressy Dramatic...

For the more dramatic dressy evening, these large pearls with crystals will do the trick for the holidays or any other time in the year when you need something dazzling.

Thanks for dropping in to see what I’ve been up to in between writing, traveling and playing. Hope you all have a fabulous holiday season whatever your religious preference and enjoy your time with friends and loved ones.

For those of you who celebrate Christmas, MERRY CHRISTMAS and thanks for your support.

It’s NOT the mall or presents or people or things;
It’s the joy of love and all that it brings.

It’s NOT the tree or ornaments or lights;
It’s the stars that shine the way in the nights.

It’s NOT the green or white or silver trees;
It’s being humble and getting on your knees.

So, let’s not celebrate what Christmas is NOT;
And remember the joy of all the love it’s got.

Since last Christmas, it was my year-long quest  to exorcise  all the trappings that got all wrapped-up and warped-up into my last 16 Christmases and, I believe, how most Americans of the 21st century celebrate the birth of Christ.

It became a quest this year because my core got lost in those relationship years mainly because I wasn’t with a Christian and, secondly, because I wasn’t sure how to celebrate it while respecting his faith. My ex thought Christmas was about trees, presents and parties. I love entertaining for the holidays and jumped in with both feet; by last year, I ended up lost in cleaning, laundry and cooking mostly for non-believers (New Testament believers,that is).

The surreal moment came on Christmas evening last year when I found myself  surrounded by non-believers singing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs so proud of how they sounded without so much as a smidgen of conscience about the prayers coming from their lips… a total contradiction to their own beliefs. I was stunned. I was also extremely tired which seemed to emphasize all-the-more the ludicrousness of that evening. See, one of the participants had actually complained about their landlord having decorated their premises for Christmas. Now that same person was singing Christmas carols. See what I mean?

Hence the need for my recent trip to New York City. Where else in the world could you overdose on lights, trees, Christmas crowds and an amazing performance to remind you through shock therapy what your core is. I totally immersed myself in the experience and finally found it at the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular… specifically their Nativity portion of the production. It was so unexpected, traditional and spectacular.

Funny thing is that no one who knew my quest and had seen it before told me anything other than I needed to see it. Mom and Pat (my best friend who couldn’t go) both knew I’d find it there. I want to thank them from the bottom of my heart for encouraging me to see it because I would NEVER have paid any amount of money to get caught in a crowd of people pushing into and then out of a concert hall. Nor would I ever pay money to see women kicking up their heels. It was my trust in these two women who know me so well that liberated my Christmas soul.

Thank you Mom and Pat. I and my Christmas sanity will forever be indebted to you both for loving and understanding me.

For the first time in years, I’ve put up my porcelain nativity scene with the angel tree topper hovering over the event. It’s on my bar where I can enjoy it every minute of the day. I also have a very small potted tree decorated with my 4th of July red, white and blue lights and mini-ornaments out on my front deck. Sweet.

There will not be presents. I give those I love whatever they need from me all year.

The only other thing I might do to celebrate the season, is to string popcorn and cranberries as I used to do with both kids when they were little. This time, it’ll be for the critters at the cabin and not ornamentation for a tree.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

The last time I remember celebrating Christmas... 1994

Day 5:  There were only a couple of items left on my to-do list. Stanton Island Ferry and the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular. I took the M15 Downtown (an express bus) which took only about 30 minutes to get me down to Battery Park where I could catch the free Stanton Island Ferry. My only complaint is that someone really needs to clean the sidewalks around the entrance of the building every single day.

Stanton Island Ferry on the Stanton Island side

Brooklyn Bridge on a foggy morning... cool, huh?

It was so cool seeing only fog... and then, there she was.

I just don't get tired of seeing her... fog, night, day, sunset... anytime.

Isn't it cool how the fog wraps itself around Manhattan?

Last image of the southern most part of Manhattan... awww. I'm going to miss it.

I hooked up with my friend to head out for the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular!

Ya’ know, I’d NEVER would have paid $95.00 for one ticket to see a bunch of women, no matter how beautiful, kick their legs up in the air in unison. It’s just not my idea of a great show. I’m spoiled. My son-in-law works for Cirque du Soleil so I’ve gotten to go to many of their Vegas shows and traveling ones. They really know how to put on an incredible show!

But, I gotta’ say that it was my dear friend, Pat, who convinced me this was a MUST in our quest for a renewed Christmas connection. She was so right! WOW!  I experienced the most truly spectacular show EVER to reconnect with my spiritual roots at this time of the year. Yes, it had great costumes, precision kicking, tap dancing, but it also had the “reason for the season” complete with why time is more valuable than gifts in 3-D storytelling and a full nativity with scripture. It was fun, fantastic and fabulous.

After the show, I decided to walk back to the hotel. I was a happy pensive knowing it was my last night in the city of magic and lights. During my walk, I realized I couldn’t take Pat’s chocolates back on the plane with me so I had to hustle back to the hotel, get them and rush to the closest Godiva Chocolate store before they closed to ship them. I actually made it and strolled back again thinking only of packing and going up to the hotel restaurant for a nice glass of wine before going to bed.

When I got to the 26th floor around 10PM, I was immediately sorry I hadn’t made the time to come up before. The view was magnificent. My table overlooked Roosevelt Island, the Brooklyn Bridge and a vast city, seemingly at my feet. It was beautiful until…

During the night, my stomach started feeling uncomfortable. By 6 or 7 AM on the day of my departure, I realized I had contracted food poisoning! I couldn’t afford to stay and the hotel was in total denial, not wanting to accept their responsibility. I just don’t understand how they can maintain a conscience about their other clientele. I’ll pay $1700 for a 6-day stay but not $70 for a dinner that made me sick? I was faking it? Really? They’ll get a great deal more than negative press over not dealing with this appropriately that day than causing me to challenge the charge for the very expensive meal. As before, I have challenged it with the help of American Express.

Armed with Dramamine and ginger ale, I made it to, through and at the airport, plane, flight and home.

WHAT A WILD RIDE! Told you it wouldn’t be boring!