Friday, November 21, 2014

The Wide Sargasso sea: Part II


A certain new neighbor, um reader, is giving me flack about not blogging regularly.

Between us, I know he just wants me to get the Villa post over and done with so I can talk about important matters.

Like what we've been eating and will be eating.

Reluctant to offend my personal chef, I give you the Villa.


 They call it Villa Maitland. I called it Alhambra.

Two kitchens, two dining rooms, 5 baths, 3 bedrooms, a guest cottage, a billiard room, a wet bar, a coi pond and a pool.






  Two living rooms ( notice the can of bug spray artfully placed on coffee table) a foyer bigger than my house and a rather painful obsession with elephants.

There was also a recurring bunny theme.

The house was so big, or haunted, we all kept misplacing things.

Cell phones, reading glasses, bug spray, books, a credit card, reading devices, drinks, people.

We were constantly running up and down 3 flights of stairs to try and locate lost items and one another.

It was a workout and a vacation in one.


There was such a sense of faded Hollywood glamor oozing from the very walls that I slipped into a Carole Lombard persona with very little persuasion.

Blenders whirled, iced pitchers of lime scented water sat on the ends of the dinner table,candles and kerosene lanterns were lit at night and large fans constantly hummed over our heads.  Masseurs showed up one afternoon to attend to us all in the privacy of our own bedrooms.

Pretty heady for a little florist from Virginia but not too much for a rising starlet.

And when the movie ended, I was just as delighted to get on a plane and come home to the cats, my own little house and a delicious meal of Honduran bean soup.

New film in the making.

xo J

Sunday, November 16, 2014

The Wide Sargasso Sea : Part 1


I have started this sentence 3 different times, what I really want to say is OMG, the Caribbean, but in a more lyrical fashion.

The hell with it, OMG the Caribbean.

The water was warm, the water was blue, the water was green, then it was blue again.

There were Flamboyant trees and handkerchief trees, jasmine everywhere there wasn't bougainvillaea, coconuts, clusters of red dates, yellow cedars, chickens with no known residences, iguanas ( can you hear me scream), ripe, ripe watermelon, herds of goats, and a constant temperature of 85degrees. Oh, and there was a pool.

 Wake up it's 85, go to bed it's 85.

I used up a 70 SPF tube of sunscreen, I bought a hat as big as a Volkswagen Bug and wore it everywhere except to sleep and shower.

The mosquitoes are carrying some nasty virus so after a layer of sunscreen, came a layer of bug spray, then more sunscreen, then more bug spray. Layer after layer, hour after hour, all the while wearing the big hat.

The only time I was free was in the shower. Then after moisturizing and throwing on a little dress for dinner came, you guessed it, more bug spray.

Deet. The official perfume of St. Thomas.

We had a day on a boat, 9 of us and the Captain, going from beach to beach, St. Johns for lunch, then a last ride to swim with sea turtles. It was my first full day there and I was in total fear of the sun. I was in head to toe beach burka, which I only removed for lunch and swimming.

But when we got back to the house and all jumped in the pool, cold drinks in hand and stood staring out at the water, I truly relaxed, I was in the zone.

My IPad wouldn't work, I couldn't get email on my phone, all I had was the ability to text and IG.

The Universe: once again taking care of me.

I used my eyes more than my camera, but I did get a few shots of the handkerchief trees on the Villas property.




 

This is what is known as a teaser.

Next up: the Villa.


















I was in the Caribbean and its water was blue, then green, then blue again.










Saturday, November 8, 2014

Everything I Do, I Do It For You.


I have been such a bad blogger that I'm forced to flee to St. Thomas and repent in peace.

Remember what fun I had on Fire Island this summer and suggested that if you haven't been the only woman in a house of gay men you haven't vacationed properly?

I meant every word, so when they rented a house in the Virgin Islands and invited me to join them, well, what's a blonde to do?

Beg off a week at work, find a cheap, direct flight and surrender.

The reluctant flyer flies again.

Throwing all good sense and taste to the wind, I bought two inappropriate
bikinis, tons of sun screen and new sunglasses.

Hopefully a week on the beach, over reading, overeating and laughing too much will return me to this blog a better person, tanned, rested and ready to put my fingers to the keyboard.

I'll have that damn IPad with me so will be able to sit under an umbrella and sip away at something icy while I keep up with your lives.

I make this sacrifice for all of us.

That's the kind of woman I am.





Monday, November 3, 2014

Abundancia!


The Universe gives and the Universe takes away.

Nelda may be moving but I got a consolation prize.

A new neighbor, originally from Honduras, recently from New Orleans.

He brings a passion for football and cooking with him.

Not to mention a headfull of family recipes.

And since he just moved in he's lacking internet and a grill.

Both of which I have.....

In return for a few roasted potatoes and a handfull of greens, I got fed.
 

 And fed well.

I hope his internet isn't installed for months to come.

I heard about chicken soup thickened with pulverized dried corn, red beans cooked with cracked garlic then smashed and cooked with onions, bell peppers, tomatoes and chilis for refried beans...

Unbelievable sounding tamales wrapped in banana leaves.....food porn is my kind of porn.

This winter is looking up.


Monday, October 13, 2014

Seasonal Disorder

 I'm still not used to fall. The light, the weather, what to wear on any given day.....all confuse me.

Thanks to Gus I still wake up early but instead of wandering the garden, coffee in one hand, hose in another, I ice my latte and go back to bed.

Here,with pillows propped behind me, I read on my IPad, starting with Gardenista, hitting up Instagram and then a few chapters of a book.

Finally the sun rises, or the skies brighten depending on the weather and then I walk outside where the garden appears to be as confused as I am.

Pansies, iris, cabbages, tomatoes, dahlias, roses, kale all unconcerned as to what season it is. The iris in October always surprises me.

October is also time to cut down the grapevine which totally engulfs my deck. I was several years (read never) behind in cutting down the vine. First I didn't know to do it and by the time I wised up I was unable to use my shoulder. This year I was motivated.





The silver lining in Nelda's moving, and there is always a silver lining, is that she had to get her little deck redone before putting her house on the market.

Our decks were put on at the same time in 2004. I have stained mine twice. Every spring I swear this is the year I'll get sh*t done,and every spring the grapevine gets ahead of my good intentions. So boards split, moss grows and the grapevine covers railing, step and spindle.

But once there were actual people next door, powerwashing and hauling wood into the yard I ran out into the rain, umbrella over my head, slippers on my feet and asked for help.

Then I grabbed the lopers and got to work. Vine cut down to main stem. This girl was on fire.

Two days later, I too, had a redone deck, cracked boards replaced, wood washed, wood stained and my dream come true, a trellis built for the grapevine to cover.



I told Steve he was my Prince Charming, he made my dreams come true.

I was inspired to stain my old bench blue and drag it up on the little deck. This is where the sun, and I, linger in the afternoon.

And now every time I open the back door I am happy.

Confused but happy.

xo J




Tuesday, October 7, 2014

I'm Giving It All Up To You

I blame it all on my IPad.

I can barely remember how to use my camera, I just wander around with the IPad taking pictures and posting them to Instagram.

I download book after book from the library and down them like vodka.

I read my email, do my banking and read your blog posts on my device. And when I don't comment right away it's because it's hard to comment. Much easier to post a heart on a photo I like.

I always mean to get over to the computer and respond but them I find myself downloading another book or looking at pictures on Instagram.

Hello, my name is Jane and I'm addicted to my IPad.

This weekend I was having a Sunday. This included garden time, a nap, making chicken tortilla soup and lounging on the couch, the front patio and the back deck ( I'm a wanderer) with the aforementioned device, the Sunday Times, a hardback and the new Bon Appetit.

At some point I strolled into the kitchen to ice myself one more latte and noticed how pretty the light was at 4:00 on an October afternoon.

I started to grab my phone but resisted and got my camera.

The grapes were luminous.
Lucy languid.
The back room quietly lit.

I've got to do this more often, I thought.

Does anyone remember a strange movie from a 100,000,000 years ago called "Until The End Of The World"?

The husband of a blind woman had invented a recording device to record and translate brain impulses thus allowing her to see the images. Her son was traveling around the world filming friends and family so she could stay connected. (This is a very simplistic review of a crazy mixed up movie).

The stranger thing about this device was that it allowed seeing people to record their dreams and they became addicted to it, watching their dreams over and over, they were addicted to their dreams as they would be to a drug.
How could that happen I used to wonder.

Then I got my IPad.
Now I see.

So to speak.

Anybody?

Can you hear me out there?









Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Bittersweet


To everything there is a season. 

Tis the season of zinnias and peppers, sedum and berried nandina.


 This is also the season my next door neighbors, one on the right and the other on the left are moving.

Sheila, on the right, has moved into her 94 year old fathers house, with her 16 year old daughter in tow.

She's only half a mile away, but still...

And Nelda, my sister of 14 years, has sold her house and will be moving to Austin, or Afghanistan, whichever beckons first. Wouldn't be any contest for me. Austin City Limits here I come.

We have spend many hours together in our separate yards, watering, weeding and swapping plants.

I have dug up her Roguchi clematis and a hellebore and transplanted them to my yard. A peony, white rose and maybe a weeping buddleia are next.

What I have also dug up is a deep feeling of sadness that my friend of so many years is leaving.

Just looking over at night and seeing her lights on gave me a feeling of peace.  I liked knowing she was home, making soup or knitting one of her endless projects.

We made many runs to garden centers, grocery stores and farmers markets over the years.

We were each others go to for that missing cup of milk or sugar, bunch of cilantro or threads of saffron.

She baked two of my three birthday cakes.

She has been next door while I lived and loved through two different relationships.  At the end of the day there was always Nelda.

In the past, when someone was leaving, I used to shut down my feelings and pretend to myself it didn't matter. I was a little soldier and could make my way through anything.

I don't/can't/want to be that way any more.

I couldn't be if I tried.

So I'm gong to roll with the pain, enjoy our last month or so together, and get every cup of sugar and spice out of her that I can.

I'm going to stock my pantry, both physically and metaphysically.

And chances are good you're gonna have to read about it.



I'll try to sweeten the pot with pictures.