8:12pm: Yes, the preliminary moments of Spring are upon us and I
will be able to write about something other than my complete distaste
for the last three months of Winter! We have turned the corner
here in New England and as my dear friends/landlords (Mark & Susan: Boss/Brown Arts) have been quick
to point out, the Crocuses have decided itís time to make their
appearance. Invariably they get their little floral asses kicked
by the impending ďsurpriseĒ snow storm that I can assure you is moments
away, but itís inevitable: Spring is here!
That means Iíll be sneezing my ass of in 6 weeks!
Okay, enough about me, letís talk about you! Oh, thatís right,
this is my journal. Alright, letís talk about me! Iím doing
fine, thanks for asking.
I had the pleasure of house sitting for
one very wonderful yoga student of mine. It was really quite a
treat. She and her husband have a beautiful home and a
ten-year-old Yellow Lab named Thatcher. He is a sweet olí guy and
we got along quite famously. I used to house sit a bunch years
ago. To tell you the truth, itís a bit of a bitter/sweet
experience. I grew up a very fortunate upper-middle class Jewish
Prince and really had no idea that the rest of the world was
struggling, until my family fell out of good standing with the ďGods of
Cash FlowĒ! Itís been a fifteen year journey of seeing the world
from a very different perspective. Itís put me right in touch
with whatís REALLY important in life. Money isnít
directly an ingredient in the ďSoup of HappinessĒ. It sure can
help you purchase the right ingredients, but if you think you can just
throw money in the pot and bring it to a boil... Youíre wrong!
Your soup is gonnaí suck!
My siblings and I wonít inherit a thing financially at this
point. Most of my peers have been set up pretty nicely, and the
fact is, most of them are pretty not so happy! Iíve had to fight
my way back and the tools Iíve used to do so have been the true gifts
that my parents have given me. I am surrounded by friends who are
not very big fans of their parents. In my adult years Iíve been
shocked to find out about abuse and just plain shitty parenting out
there. I now cherish all the more the love, understanding,
nurturing, discipline and sense of humor my parents and Emma (our
Nanny/housekeeper) have instilled in us. Itís even more apparent
when I see what tremendous parents my sister Marla and her husband Eric
are to my niece and nephew, Adina & Joseph. My sister, my
brother Harry, and I carry the torch with pride. Wanna' change
the world? Raise some healthy, wonderful children, who think
enough of themselves to think enough of the world we live in.
Fact is, when I stay in a beautiful home with a Grand Piano in the
living room it feels good. My friend Julianne commented that
being in a nice home makes everyone feel good and sheís right.
However, for me it feels better than good; it feels like home and
I want home again.
Bottom line is: Itís time to kick some ass and make some serious cash!
I want to be able to take care of the people I love. I want to be
able to play music. (The music businees won't provide for me in
it's current incarnation, unless I'm a 16 year-old girl with fake breasts, the
of a 26 year-old and a mouth like a truck driver!) I want to be
able to teach and practice yoga, and in my spare time I want to make
the world a much better place.
Keep and eye on me... Things are about to get good!
Now letís talk about you!
11:09am: It snowed last night. We got about 5 inches.
Everything's covered and it looks nothing like Spring. In the
words of the great Artie Lang, "Wah, Wah, Wah!"