No…it is not “that” time of the month for me…I am 62 1/2…it is the other time of the month.  The real time, if you ask me.  No cramps, no mood swings, no supplies, no pms, no nothing.  Just the now you see it, now you don’t syndrome.  I mean, in comes the money, out goes the money.  Today is the first of June, and the money, all of it is already accounted for.  Talk about symptoms for “la depre.”

But I am grateful that at least incoming funds are enough to cover my needs and a tiny, tiny maybe want.  Some chocolate, por favor (please) in Spanish.  Hey not only are you being entertained, you are learning to be bilingual or trilingual.  C’est la vie.  You can tell the muses are really in a far, far away land.  This is so lame.

But we must continue…Early this morning, around 1:30 am, the soft-spoken very sophisticated alarm from my cell phone woke me up to a very delicate tone.  I thought, maybe it knows it is so early, so it has to wake me up in a delicate way.  How smart!

Endeavour's Landing

I wanted to watch “live” the return of the last trip of the Space Shuttle Endeavour.  You get  a total different feeling when you watch it as it happens.  I was watching it through NASA TV, and I started very early in the process.  It is fascinating for me that the crew of this space vehicle get to live their dream or fantasies of being out there in space.  Looking at our beautiful and fragile at the same time planet must be a sight beyond our imagination.  What an unforgettable experience and tale to tell.  If you are interested, you can go to NASA TV and watch the video about how the journey of Endeavour started.  It is so much better than reading science fiction.  The brilliance of our minds at work.

Here is another shot I got with my camera.  By this time they were getting ready to go and get the crew out.  You can still watch the video, if you wish.  Fascinating.  Made it back to bed around 3:00 am, very happy that I had this unique experience.  Cultivating relationships and living meaningful experiences are very important for me in this stage of my journey.

So it was today, 1 June, 2011, another day to ponder on the “enough for my needs”…and the brilliance of our minds.

Your Happy Contessa

“That’s one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.”  Commander Neil Armstrong, Apollo 11 Mission to the Moon, July 20, 1969 upon landing in the Sea of Tranquility.

This is really getting old…the sale of my house…I mean.  Today I had another “showing.”  I don’t know how many dirty feet and shoes have left their imprints on my carpet.  As you can tell, I am getting a bit frustrated with this process.

Why wouldn’t someone just take this lovely home away from me?  Oh, yes, another reduction in price.  Maybe this will open the floodgates.  I need to move to a warmer place come next winter.  Right now you can fry an egg on my sidewalk.  Even I am a bit hot.  That was not easy to say.  I love warm weather.  Caribbean girl.

It has been a while since I put my house on the market.  Vacuum, and more vacuum, dusting, cleaning three toilets more often than necessary, cannot boil eggs, cook salmon, or use any aroma that may offend prospective buyers.  Talking about stress.  Do not want to rent the house, because my precious little mind will be 24/7/365 worried that the cat, or dog, or kids will think this is a play pen, and there goes the investment.  Just need to sell the ranch.

In the meantime, this past Saturday had a very nice time visiting family.  Do not have their permission to use their image, so I will just show you mine.  Hair is learning how to cope with mini-convertibles.  I prayed so many clouds away.  Big ones may I say and really looking threatening.  Rain, rain keep away.  One thing is wind-blown hair, and another is rained on hair.  Even in my incredible imagination I cannot even go there.  That’s a picture no one, and I mean no one could see and be able to go to sleep that night.  That’s how bad it gets.

There you have the well-behaved mane of hair after being exposed to incredible high winds of almost 80 miles an hour.

My friends, this business of posting daily is not getting any easier.  I think I have discussed my hair, and so many other parts of my anatomy, birds, flowers, and etc., etc.  Those pesky little muses are really being missed.  Just hang loose with me.  This stage of my inspirational well getting so dry shall pass one of these days.

To sell or not to sell…thereby lies the question.  Sell, sell and sell is the answer.  I already learned to be patient Lord, but please don’t make me take the test.

So it was today…31 May, 2011…would you believe it?  Do I hear jingles…no, there’s my imagination again.

Your Happy Contessa

“That’s very well said, and may all be true, but let’s cultivate our garden.”  Voltaire in Candide.  French Enlightenment writer, historian and philosopher.  21 November, 1694 – 30 May, 1778.