Send Sunday after 11pm
Hi Honey,
Yesterday, in preparation for today’s visit to Dr. P, Barb sat me down with her notebook – did they have those Black and White
“Composition Book” school notebooks in the UK? Well Barb has one with my name on it. She asked me to remember every
food I ate while I was in Europe. London was a blur of pub food while they were open and store bought mostly processed
foods when they were closed. It wasn’t until I started working for Rico that I started eating decent. That continued in Dorset
and Brussels and Venice and Greece. VERY few meats . Except for some fried calamari at the bar crawls there were no
fried foods. Raw and baked seafood and the Fasolada beans and fruit and yogurt dominated my Greek diet. Barb wrote it
all down.
Yesterday we walked to Santa Monica and bought 3 Crab Louie salads at the Santa Monica Seafood Café and on the way back
stopped at Ela’s Greek Deli. Abby ordered 3 Greek Salads to go and asked to speak with Ela. A big woman came out and hugged
Abby (we WERE all wearing masks!). Abby introduced Barb and I and said she wanted to hire Ela to teach she and Me Greek
cooking. She said she’d pay $100 per hour and would provide all the ingredients and the lessons would be at her house. Ela
didn’t hesitate for a second and said anytime: 7am -10am or 8:30pm -11:30 pm. Abby said we were expecting a shipment
of fish either Sunday or Monday and would like Ela to come over soon after the shipment arrived. Ela got all excited and
starting shouting in Greek. An old man came running out and she continued to talk Greek with hand gesters galore. Finally
she turned to Abby and said when the shipment arrives you call and we’ll work out a time.
Abby grilled me on the spices used during my stay in Greece. I’m afraid I wasn’t very helpful. Right now she’s on the
phone with Whole Foods calling in an order for delivery. Fruit, veggies, yogurt, dill, parsley, tomatoes, carrots, celery etc.
Barb and I are getting ready for our appointment with Dr.P. I’m excited.
…………………
At Dr. P’s- he was excited to get the list of foods Barb had typed out. He introduced me to Art the tech and we began.
For about an hour and a half, Dr P and the tech did everything imaginable to and in my body. Pictures, xray, mri, measurements
(I mean EVERY measurement), pressing feeling and looking through magnifying goggles at every square inch of my spindly
skinny body. THEN the hard part started: they sat me down and strapped my head into a device that made me immoble.
When Dr. P – and he was very nice and calm and not threatening at all- approached me with the Goggles I just shut my eyes
and thought about my night and day and night with Galena
Finally, it was over. I opened my eyes. There was a mirror on the desk (of course!) – I had 1 tiny round bandaid on the side
of my nose and two more around my face. My lips looked pretty good. Dr. P said we’re done and he’d call Tuesday at 5 to
talk results and his recommendations. Barb asked if he had any preliminary feelings. And he did. He said he believed
my body was not able to store fat in the normal way – around the belly, hips and arms. That left the face as the only place
to store excess fat and in my case excess fat was ANY fat that I ate that wasn’t immediately burned by my body. Except for
my nose the fat deposits around my lips and eyes will naturally dissolve unless they are reinforced with more fat. My
nose is a different matter – because the fat went there first it’s begun to calcify or harded and will not naturally desolve.
But the treatment will be mostly lazer with abit of cutting – he thinks so far. The good news, he said is this is not
Rhinophyma which is not curable – what you have is curable and for the future treatable with just diet. Of course,
the tests we just took will help confirm this but that was his opinion. I thanked him and we left.
In the car Barb again said she likes Dr. P. I agreed. We stopped at a Garden Shop and put our masks on. We went out
and Barb literally filled her car up with pots of flowers. She bought 3 of everything until the trunk and backseat and
the floor under my feet were filled. I said it smells like a funeral home, she agreed, and we drove home laughing.
Abby was just beside herself and spent the rest of the afternoon arranging and rearranging pots of flowers both
inside and outside. They are a cute couple.
About 8pm the FedEx truck pulled up and tapped his horn. Abby got up and greated a young black guy at the kitchen
door.The first chest from Greece had arrived. Abby opened it and found a note from Galena saying the contents would
be fine until Monday at midnight. She kept the note and closed up the chest and made a call. “Ela”, she said, ” my box
has arrived and is good until midnight Monday …………ok see you then and thanks”. She hung up and said to me
“Ela will be here at 7AM for our first lesson in Greek cooking”. I asked if she was going
to see what we got? She said no, our looking and touching will serve no purpose and could ruin the product. “Ela
will like to be part of the surprise “, she added.
Love you Sam and thanks for helping to clear my confusion. I’d opt for the girly/girl roles. If you told me 3 months ago
I’d be having this conversation I’d have laughed myself silly. It is very strange, but everyone who is currently important
to me I have met since January 2020. That’s Abby and then Barb. I met you 1 day short of a month ago and Galena 14
days ago. Dr. P 2 days ago.
Love
Jessy
send Monday after 11pm
What was in the Box
Hi Sweety
At 7am sharp Ela showed up and the chest was opened. It was plastic with 4 inch walls and floor and top that held dry ice
and gel packs that were supposed to keep the temperature in the chest at 4C. It’s called a “ColdBox” as opposed to a
FreezeBox according to the brochure attached to the door. Barb was at the kitchen table with pen and paper. Abby and
I were at the ready and Ela was pulling paper out. Everything was neatly wrapped in Greek newspaper around 2 layers
of plastic ziplock bags. From top to bottom we had: 4 whole gutted sea bass, 6 Lobster tails, 6 cuttle fish fillets and 36
Sea Urchins. Ela put everything back but the sae urchins. These we do quickly, she said and asked for a sissors. Abby
had a small, medium and large. Ela chose the medium and showed us both how to find the mouth, stick the sissors in
and cut ahound the head revealing an empty shell except for five starr shapes.She pointed at each of the five points
and said these are the eggs – the food of the urchin. She took a spoon and scraped each in turn until the spoon was filled
with orange stuff. Cavier I thought and it all made sense. She pointed to a inch deep baking dish and Abby got it and Ela
placed the glob in the dish. We do the same to the rest she said and proceeded to grab another and sissor the top. Abby
and I got a rythym down and as fast as Ela cut, we scooped. When all were done and lined up neatly, Ela used a pinch of
flaky salt and a splash of olive oil and the juice of half a lemon. And whenever she said dash or pinch Barb would jump up
and say show me so she could try to record the exact measure – Barb had the hard job.
When we were done with the Sea Urchins, Abby said now what do we do with them. Ela laughed and said we eat them. And
we did. Barb did not like them. I did. So did Abby and Ela who said these don’t keep at all and must be eaten quickly.
Next Ela brought out the cuttle fish saying these will go bad next. And she proceeded to line a baking dish with dill and
sauted spinach with chopped garlic and chives with the fish on top and the dish wrapped in aluminum foil. 400 degrees(f)
for 10 minutes she said. And Barb wrote it down.
And so it went. When she was done we had cuttle fish and spinach to bake tonight. Lobster tail over tomato pasta for
tomorrow and Baked or Grilled Sea Bass stuffed with herbs for Wednesday.. Abby gave Ela 2 Lobster Tails and 2
Sea Bass and 3 one hundred dollar bills. Ela took them and hugged Abby and me and Barb and said this was a great
morning. It was 10:20AM. Abby told Ela the next box could arrive Wednesday and I would be in charge of calling and
helping out with Barb. Ela smiled and said you just call – Ela will come. And she was gone.
I felt like taking a nap.
The cuttle fish along with a giant Greek Salad which Ela had sent over from her Deli were great for dinner. We ate early
because Abby is flying to Grand Junction Utah to help Angie drive her RV back to Las Vegas. Then they will drive a car
here for Thursday dinner – which I guess I’m in charge of – I accept the responsibility!
Love and goodnight honey
Jessy
Send Tuesday after 11pm
Dr P’s call
Hi Sweety
At Breakfast this morning (Fruit and Greek yogurt), I asked Barb if there were any Learn to Sail schools nearby. She said
we were just a few blocks from the biggest Marina in Southern California so there certainly should be more than one. What
was my goal she asked? To be able to sail Galena’s Boat with just her I replied and mentioned that Galena and Teddy do
it so it’s possible. Okay, she said, we’ll take a walk after 10am and see what our options are. And we did
Marina Del Rey is HUGE. We found the office and there are three Sailing Schools, but only one has a Catamaran so we
walked there and a lovely young girl helped us. Yes, they train on a 45 foot sailing catamaran but there are THREE
prerequisite courses I would need to take before that. A 3 day Keelboat Sailing course; a 3 day Coastal Cruising course;
a 3 day, 2 night on-the-boat Cruising course and FINALLY a 2 day on-the-Cat Cruising course. We got brochures for all
four and Barb asked the costs for a private instructor. For all 4 courses – about $12,000 she said after doing some
figuring. I said I wouldn’t know my schedule until tomorrow and what was the possibility of starting in a month and doing
all 4 courses within a month. She replied that depends on the availabliity of the skipper and there are ony 2 who do
private lessons. Barb asked for their names and experience and ages and made notes. On the walk home I said 12 grand
was a lot of money. Barb said she thinks Dr P will lower his fee if I agree to allow him to write up my case in a Medical
Journal. “If we can get him to lower his fee 12 grand – you’ve got your lessons free she said”. That’s a plan.
5pm came and Barb and I had already been practicing for 2 hours – going over every scenario we could think of and our
strategy for each. Dr. P gave us a link and we were online with him. He got right to it. Many of the fatty deposits on
my face were naturally desolving probably because of my recent minimal fat diet. There were 5, however, that would
require lazer surgery to remove. My nose requires both lazer and scapel surgery to remove the calcified deposits, as
well as resculpting. The lotion sample (the old ladies’ lotion) came back as olive oil ,honey, salt, pomegranate extract,
with yogurt enzymes. Dr P went on to say the enzymes need more study since they are not shelf stable and should
have made the lotion rancid weeks ago. Note to Galena: Get the old ladies under contract – we have a business here!
Note to self: get this in Barb’s notebook with a big FOLLOW-UP. But Barb was way ahead of me, she told Dr. P to not send
any more samples out for analysis, that we would be doing our own testing as part of a patent application process. Dr. P
nodded and backed off.
Then Dr. P asked if he could document my case as part of a published medical journal article. I paused and then said
I’ve spent the last ten years hiding my face from society. He nodded and agreed but emphasized the importance of
publishing the facts of my case “for all those girls who are in your situation and have been mis diagnosed and are in
despair”. Hmmmmmm we hadn’t thought of THAT argument. I was quiet – following Barb’s instructions. “Listen, Jessy”
Dr. P said, and Barb gave me a wink, “I think this is important so important that I’m willing to forego my surgery fee if
you will agree to forego your photo ban and let me publish this case”. I slowly counted to ten then asked how much in
dollars are we talking about. Dr. P counted to ten and answered ” the total cost of what we’re talking about with follow
up visits and any touch-ups would be $40,000. You’re bill would be $20,000. Barb didn’t move. I counted to 12 just to be
cute and asked if my name had to be published. No, we can use Jane Doe. OK I said. Dr P was smiling when Barb asked
if he minded if she typed a recap of this agreement for both of our signitures “just for the record”. We both agreed.
Sunday was the day of surgery. I asked about recovery time for my Sailing lessons and Dr. P was not happy. Normally
you’re in a splint for a week and should not move around much at all. Then 2 weeks of minimal activity – no lifting. Then
2 weeks of “normal activity” – still no lifting. And all along NO SUN. I was undeterred: “So in 6 weeks I can start Sailing
lessons if I wear sunscreen and a hat?” I asked. I can’t say, he replied. I have to make the reservation, I said. He looked
anguished. I eventually said “I have always healed quickly”. He said OK – make it 7 weeks from surgery. Done I said.
Barb got the time and what to bring and stuff for Sunday – I was busy jumping and fist-pumping behind the camera.
We celebrated with a bottle of Abby’s best champagne – which Barb said if we each chip in 8 bucks we could easily
replace. “So”, Barb said, “we saved enough to cover your sailing lessons and a whole new nautical themed wardrobe”.
I laughed and said it won’t cost much to buy two bikini bottoms and a new pair of sandals. Barb laughed so much she
claims to have peed her pants.
I am so fucking lucky
Love you Sam – bet Lily is making herself known. You take care girl. No lifting!
Jessy
send Thursday after 11pm
Hi Sweety,
Living with Barb is exhausting. She is relentless. Over the last 2 days we have:
1. Made a list of questions to ask prospective sailing instructors
2. Got Galena on conference call to get her feelings on starting a Skin Care business
3. Brainstormed names for the Business
4. Sent a lotion sample to an analysis firm for testing and duplication
5. Hired a Patent Attorney to apply for a patent for the old ladies product
6. Hired a Corporation attorney to draw up articles of incorporation for a skin care company
7 Hired a graphics / marketing firm to develop designs and packaging suggestions
8. Bought the 2 textbooks I’ll need to study for my Sailing courses
9. Reviewed the Letter for Dr. P to sign regarding his services and fees
10. Reviewed Monday’s Ela dictated recipes
11. With Ela, Opened the second ColdBox from Galena and found:
3 pounds of Fasolada along with a cute note from Anna addressed to “Missy”
4 lbs of Sea Bass fillets
3 pounds of Shrimp
a 2 pound octopus 4 lbs of Sea Bass fillets except for the Beans we got Ela recipes for the others. We braised the octopus and will grill it for dinner.
12. Went shopping for a new pair of sandals, a pair of “Boat Shoes” and a UV protected floppy hat with windstrap.
About 8pm tonight amidst car horn tapping a LLOONNGG white car pulled into the driveway and just kept coming.
It’s the longest car I’ve ever seen. Top down and two old ladies laughing like crazy people; Abby and Angie had arrived.
Google “1966 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible White” and you’ll see. I’d never met Angie before – she is a Presence with
a capital P. I was IMMEDIATELY intimidated. And she IMMEDIATELY recognized it and came to me and mesmerized
me with her look. She hugged me and whispered “Abby tells me you are Lovely, and that’s enough for me – welcome to
my family”. And then she held me at arm’s length and looked into my eyes and pushed my hair away and said “Everything
will be fine”. I burst into tears. Everybody fussed and Abby yelled at Angie “You’ve made her cry ALREADY!” I had to
laugh at that and calmed down. Then I saw the dog; he was behind Angie staring at me. I instinctively knelt down, put my
hand out and said “Hello, boy”. Angie started to say “This is Steve, he doesn’t do …..” And then stopped as Steve walked
up and licked my hand. The room got silent as the three girls looked at each other. Angie was the first to speak: “Steve
doesn’t do that is what I was going to say. Obviously Steve has made a exception in your case. Steve meet Jessy”.
Steve barked once and sat down in front of me. “Well I’ll be damned” Barb said. “He probably smells shrimp and octopus
on my hand” I said. I hoped so.
I had thought Abby and Barb were an item, I was so wrong. Abby and Angie are how I want Galena and I to be when we’re
old. Angie and Barb are twins – did I mention that? Not identical. Barb has been the finance person for both and for all
“Angie’s Girls” forever. And now she’s MY finance person – I’m in good company.
The grilled shrimp and Octopus with Ela’s supplied Greek Salad were great. Dinner went on and on and we drank
2 of the 12 bottles of Cristal Champagne Angie and Abby had brought back from LasVegas – Very Tasty
Love You Sam
Jessy
Hi Sweety,
I had to google Maltesers to see they are what we call malted milk balls. I LOVE THEM. Haven’t had them in years –
not going to now – except for the fruit we almost have the opposite diet.
And speaking of exciting – you win that contest girl – you’re cooking a living beautiful person – I’m boiling a pot of octopus.
And speaking of exciting – you cuddle and nuzzle with the love of your life, I’m living with 3 old women.
And speaking of exciting – you are exactally where you want to be , I’ve MONTHS and MONTHS of healing to go.
So from MY point of view, honey – I’m the jealous one.
Do take care, sweety – you’ve come too far to fuck it up now.
Σε αγαπώ
Jessy
Hi Sweety,
I did it. Well, Dr P actually DID it. But it’s done.
My nose is stuffed and I can’t feel it or most of my face. I wish I was over-weight as this would be a GREAT lose weight
opportunity. I’m supposed to sleep sitting up for a week so Abby moved her big Laz-E-Boy recliner into my bedroom.
I can still walk around but I’ve got 3 old ladies waiting on me, telling me to relax and don’t move my head. Both Abby and
Angie claim to have had work done and therefore they “know what they’re talking about”. I can believe Angie but not
Abby – unless it was her ass she had done.
Anyway – next Sunday I’m back to Dr P’s and he takes the splint off and checks out the work. Can’t wait. I’m gonna miss
sitting up on Abby’s roof deck in the sun with a cool breeze blowing. But no sun is the rule. Speaking of the sun….
Yesterday I hired Captain Tony a retired truck driver who teaches private sailing lessons. I start August 24
which is one day more that 7 weeks from today. We’re going to knock off the first 2 of 4 courses in 2 weeks.
The 3rd and 4th courses are overnights on the water and are weather dependent. Captain Tony seems to have
a good sense of humor and he passed Barb’s background check – he hasn’t killed anyone lately. I’ll be studying
the textbooks while I sit and heal.
Talk about sitting – you must have to roll over to get up about now Not that I’ve been there. Not sure I’m
the mother type – at least not right this minute. Right this minute I’d probably scare the bejesus out of a kid. Barb
asked if I wanted her to take the mirrors out of my room. I laughed and reminded her I’ve been avoiding my
face most of my adult life. Now I WANT to look at me!
I talk to Galena every day at (my) bedtime.
You take care sweety and know I’m rooting for you and yours.
Σε αγαπώ
Jessy
Hi Sweety,
Angie came in to see if I was awake and I told her about you’re being near popping. She told me
that when she had her daughter Susan, the Hospital would play the Wish Upon a Star song from
Pinocchio over the PA System whenever a child was born. So you could be in the elevator and
suddenly hear the song and smile and know. The Kismet part of this story- as Abby would quickly
point out – is that song has been my own personal mantra for years. It’s my dream to be a real person.
It’s the reason I so quickly joined Galena on the deck to watch shooting stars – to make a wish.
It’s always been my secret escape that I gladly share it with you, my darling Sam
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Jessy
ABBY:
I am a Karma Yogi. The textbook definition is a person who pratices Yoga through selfless action
for the good of others. I’ve gotten my own definition over the last 30 years that’s much simpler.
My only goal is through my words and deeds to bring people closer to Good than Bad. For along
time I had God in there instead of Good and that led to all kinds of God discussions that in the
end are always unproductive. It’s not about God it’s about Good – the difference is one o.
That one o I spell “OH”, because that’s the sound most people make when they make the
connection OHHH!
Hi Sweety,
Twice a day Abby finds me and “exercises” me. I want to explain her leg routinue because it might help you.
I usually sit in bed with my back to the headboard – a sofa would do too. Abby sits or kneels in front of me
and takes a foot and starts rubbing each toe individually back and forth and around. Then works her way up, rubbing
the balls and pads and heal and then the ankle – touching enerything deeply and naming the muscles and
tendons as she goes. After the ankle she places my foot on her chest and has me put pressure on it like I’m pushing
her away with my leg. This action stretches the calf and thigh muscles and while I hold that pressure she
works her way up the leg rubbing and kneading each muscle group. Her arms aren’t long enough to reach the top
of my thigh so there is no danger of us falling into lust (just kidding!!).
I asked about using lotion and she said it would interfere with the deep muscle kneading as the hands would be too
slippery. But certainly can be applied after the massage.
Just thought I’d pass this along
Hang in there, sweety
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Jessy
Είσαι συχνά στο μυαλό μου
Hi Sweety,
My nose itches. It started Wednesday night and continues. Angie says that’s great news – it means my nose it alive and the skin is healing.
I’m not complaining – especially to you, my lovely, who probably has a much BIGGER itch and still days to go. I get my plastic nose cup
off tomorrow and have an index finger already primed to eliminate that itch.
Every other day a ColdBox from Galena arrives and it’s Christmas in July. We’re repeating contents now so Ela’s cooking services are no
longer required but we still share with her since she keeps us supplied with Greek Salads.
Captain Tony called to see how I was doing. He wanted to bring a Shrimp Salad over for lunch; I put him off till next week when I won’t
look so much like a mummy. I thought that was cute of him. I am studying my Aft vs. Port vs. Starboard terms. I read ahead and now
even understand what the ritual with setting the anchor was all about.
Abby is teaching me some Yoga positions. Barb is showing me how to balance my checkbook and make a budget. Angie mostly holds
court with visiting friends or goes visiting herself. She also can’t get over Steve always repositioning himself when I enter the room
so he can watch BOTH Angie and little ole me. When I lived with Zak, he had a Western Cable Channel on constantly. One of the shows
I watched was called The Big Valley. Filmed in the 60’s it stared Barbara Stanwyck as Victoria Barkley the head of a ranching family. I
liked it because it was one of the VERY FEW shows that had a strong female lead. Victoria was in charge and everyone knew it and
respected her. Angie is Victoria.
Can’t wait for tomorrow and Dr.P. I’m sure you feel the same about August 1. I hope your days go fast.
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Jessy
Dr P. Update
Hi Sweety,
I was a nervous wreck going to see Dr. P. He started by sitting down RIGHT in FRONT of me and saying, “Jessy,
there is no way you are about to see a cute button nose on your otherwise gorgeous face. What I am looking
to see is a nose without the calcified hardness and some soft skin beginning to show – so let’s see”. And he
took the bandages and plastic nose shield off and looked. Then got a magnifying glass and looked somemore.
I could hear a clock ticking somewhere. Finally : “This looks good to me, Jessy. Let me show you what I see.”
and he turned my chair so I was facing a mirror. I wanted to cry. I looked terrible, nose scabbed and purple
two black eyes, my whole face was distorted. Dr. P saw my expression and quickly said “Now look closer at
your nose. See this patch of skin? See how it’s smooth; very gently touch it.” I did and it was smooth and soft.
“That’s a real unscarred nose revealing itself, Jessy. It’s going to be long and narrow with a very slight uptick
from what I can see.”
“When will I see it?” I asked. “You’ll see progress every day, but we’re not done with treatments. I’ll see you
again next Sunday and we’ll indentify the remaining areas for what’s called focal acne scar treatment. It’s a
light lazer procedure that removes any residual scaring like here and here.” and he pointed to two areas
that were red and still rough. The nose will reveal itself more over the next week. Then he gave me a
Kabuki Brusk – a tiny makeup brush with a silver base and said I can use this to scratch any itches. We all
laughed but Dr.P said DON’T scratch my face with anything else. You know what? The brush works and it’s
very cute. I googled it and at $20 I probably would not have bought one for myself. But it’s an excellent
remembrance of this time in my life!
In the car, Barb asked if I trusted Dr. P. ? I said yes and she said then we stick with the plan. And she’s right.
I brushed my nose on the way home. I think I’ll put Captain Tony’s visit off for while longer. The girls all
fussed over me at home and Ela came over with Cerviche and salad for dinner. Me? I’ve been studying
that patch of soft skin on my nose. Welcome home, nose!
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Jessy
Hi Sweety,
I see you’re holding in there – won’t be long now, honey.
I’ve been studying and exercising and learning finances and cooking and brushing my nose like crazy. Abby
has me taking Vitamin D supplements and sitting outside as soon as the sun sets “for the salty air”.
Each morning I see more of my nose and like what I see. Right before my eyes it seems like I am becoming
a real person. Part of me is SOOOO tempted to see exactaly what was causing the fatty deposits. Like eat a Bacon-
cheeseburger with waffle fries every day for a week. BUT – I’m not going too. Why tempt fate?
I hope you too are avoiding any bad temptations and staying focused on delivering God’s Gift: Lillian.
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Jessy
OOOOHHHH I’m so Happy for you
I can’t stop crying but they are tears of happiness for you and Rose. I woke Angie and she’s making a pot of coffee.
I’ll get a big glass of Orange juice and we’ll meet on the porch and watch the neighborhood wake up and share in
Lillian’s first day on Earth.
Congratulations to you and Rosie
Don’t worry about us – we’ll be fine – you rest up, sweety
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Jessy
Είστε και οι δύο πανέμορφοι
Hi Sweety
Thanks for the update and new pic. I share all with the girls. Who have been all bubbly with remembered stories of
Angie’s Susan. Evidently they all helped raise her along with Maria, the mexican nanny/cook and
James the gay gardener. Susan asked James to goto to her third grade “What’s your father do” class!
Best story so far was the Baptism of Susan when Abby showed up as Godmother and still didn’t know
who was the Godfather until 5 minutes before the ceremony when a big Limo pulled up and out steps
Wayne Newton! As Angie says – “Those were different times”.
Dr P did his mini-lazer thing Sunday and I’m back to bandages and a swolled face and a 4 MONTH
recovery period. 8 months if you want a perfectly healed nose. But Dr P says in 8-10 weeks I’ll be
the only one noticing the still healing parts which will mostly be a swollen nose. My expectation
was always a year so I’m not upset. I see progress every day.
I am so happy that your Lilly is healthy and you are all becoming a family. I am FAR from that point
in my life – if I’ll ever be. I’ll plan on doing my child raising vicariously through you and Rosie.
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Jessy
26-Jul-20
Hi Sweety,
Thanks for sharing your story with me, I’ll keep it between us. Where we’ve been is a pale reflection
of where we are. I spent about 3 sundays in Sunday School as a little girl. During that time I had to
memorize a poem. It went something like this:
“I’m building a house as the years go by
and it matters a lot to me
whether that house be in Heaven
or Hell for all eternity.
The exact purpose and moral of the poem are long forgotten – replaced by my own concept of “Rooms”.
Specifically, We ARE building a house as the years go by and that house has ROOMS. Some are big
some are small. Most have doors. Some are closed and we choose to NOT go in. A few are locked
and boarded and we run by them when we have to pass. Most are open with bright sunlight and
photos all around. I’m currently building a huge room, well lit with friends and good food and
big windows looking out onto an even bigger area that includes a Marina and boats and sunny
days that promise a future I could only dream about 7 months ago, but now I see is attainable.
Without ALL the rooms, my house would be structurally unstable. EVERY room serves a purpose
and is part of who I am. I can accept that without judging
In YOUR house, my darling, your mother sits in a room. You can close her door; you can brick up
the entrance and make believe it’s not there. But it is. Here’s the kicker: If you could go back
in time 31 years and eliminate her – you’d be gone too. Here’s how my 3 old lady friends would
react to your Mom:
Abby: Show her how happy you are – it will either make her happy or piss her off.
Barb: Find a way to fuck HER up and make sure she knows YOU are responsible.
Angie: Don’t spend another second thinking about her.
All three have their point and all three reflect the personalities of each. The old angry me
likes Barb’s idea but I’m leaning toward Angie’s. Abby probably has the best but who can
keep a sunny disposition forever? Answer = Abby!
Went to Dr. P’s today and he repeated the 2 hours of pictures and measurements and
poking and proding he did 4 weeks ago -my surgery was only 3 weeks ago – it seems
so much longer. Barb updated him on my diet – she and Abby are obviously watching
my every move – which isn’t hard since I really don’t move much. Dr. P is happy with
my face – I’m still seeing orange and purple and blotches and a swollen semi scaby
nose; but I can see progress and it’s good progress. I reminded him of my sailing
lessons beginning in 4 weeks and he reminded me of the dangers of too much sun
too soon. Barb pressed him asking if one week would make a big difference and he
admitted no – in 4 weeks I should be able to get sun with protection
I asked if there was a sunscreen he could recommend and he gave me a tube of :
EltaMD UV 4.0 oz Pure Kids Sunscreen Broad-Spectrum SPF 47. Barb boldly asked
for 2 and he gave me another. Next appointment is FOUR weeks and will be a
repeat of today’s poke and prod.
In the car on the way home Barb explained the pictures and poking were more for Dr. P’s
Case Study Paper than me but are part of his fee (or non-fee) so I shouldn’t complain. She
asked for the second tube of sunblock saying she’d send it away for analysis and duplication.
“We can’t have a skin care company with only one product.” I’d forgotten all about the
“Company”.
This week I’m ready to meet Captain Tony.
I hope you and Rose are getting a routine down with Baby Lilly. Are you fitting into a bikini bottom yet?
Just kidding – it’ll probably be another week or two!!
Είσαι συχνά στο μυαλό μου
Θεία Jessy
sent July 29, 2020:
Oh Sweety,
That’s terrible – hope it wasn’t a front tooth. Lliiy is too young to see the humor in that.
Has Rose noticed if you are grinding your teeth at night?
Recieved a batch of Photos from Nico yesterday (my UK Photog). They were good, but looking
at them rejnforced my decision to leave the Modeling Business. I don’t want to be the “hiding
model” anymore and I’m far from pretty enough to compete with face models. The old lady
consensus is it’s better to go out at the top of your game than the bottom. So unless I need
the money, my photographer’s model career is over.
I’ve got a date with Abby on the roof to watch the sky welcome the Sun in 8 minutes
Σε αγαπώ
Θεία Jessy
sent August 7 2020
Captain Tony
Hi Sweety,
All us girls agree – Lilly is just the cutest girl on the internet. Angie hopes she is sleeping well,
Abby hopes she is eating well, Barb hopes you’ve opened a savings account in her name
and I just hope you’re all healthy and happy.
You have certainly been HOT at the poker tables lately, girlfriend. No need to meet ME for
chips – I’ll be meeting you soon.
Captain Tony came by yesterday and won the hearts of 3 gals -turns out he’d already won
Barb’s but I’m getting ahead of myself. About 1:00 yesterday a curly salt and pepper haired
Russell Crowe knocked at the front door. Clean shaved and no Captain’s hat; just a big
smile and an even bigger basket. “I come with tributes for the beautiful ladies of this
lovely house”, he said bowing deeply. “You are truly one of those I seek,” he said studying
me. “Although a hat and sunblock would be suggested for your next venture out”. He had
me with the smile. Abby rushed up and introduced us both – I still had not said a word.
“You are the Yoga Lady on the beach”, Tony said wagging his finger at Abby. She nodded
saying she’s an inside Yoga Lady lately. Angie, Barb and Steve came in from the back porch.
Abby introduced Angie and Barb interrupted her saying she and Tony had meet when she
was vetting him for the sailing instructor job. Angie gave Barb a grinning look and asked
how many vetting sessions did it take. Tony said three and Angie laughed and looking at
me and Barb and said “There’s more than one transformation going on in this house”. Barb
looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Tony paid no attention to Steve
who returned the favor. Abby grabbed the basket and ushered everyone into the kitchen
which is the room everything happens in.
And everything happened: Tony Capuzzo comes from Sicily, from the Syracuse region on
the Island of Ortigia. On the Island his family owns a bar, a restaurant and 3 fishing boats.
On the main island (Sicily) his family owns a 50 hectare farm with olive trees and pasture
land where they make olice oil and cheese and grow fruits and vegatables. We would be
a wealthy family if there were only 5 of us, Tony says with an Italian accent, but Blessed
Mother has given us 200 Capuzzos to feed so we are wealthy only in the number of chairs
we own. When Tony was a boy there was no room in the houses on Ortigia so he slept on
one of the boats. At 21 years old in the 1970’s Tony left to goto America. “My Grandmother
said to me ‘ ritorna da noi con la tua famiglia o con una barca ‘ which in English means
return to us with your own family or with a boat'”. Over the next 45 years Tony worked his
way up the trucking industry until he owned his own sleep aboard rig and with his perfect
safety record could almost dictate his own loads. He had a gift for accents and could imitate
the radio personalities he and every other trucker listened to constantly. He could do Paul
Harvey and Charlie Tuna and Walter Cronkite and SING like Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra.
His CB Radio name was The Voice and he’d pass the time taking requests from fellow truckers
he happened to be currently on the road with. If someone wanted to hear Paul Harvey say
the Christmas Story on their birthday Tony would do it. Every trucker is always having a baby
and asking for The Naughty Lady of Shady Lane. Stop here – when Tony mentioned this the
girls all laughed – I said I didn’t get it and Tony sang in a perfect Dean Martin voice the song.
Goggle it and listen carefully – the last line will make you re-listen and get a completely different
take – it’s a lovely song for newborns
Captain Tony was the life of the party. He had brought Shrimp Salad with Naan Bread – the
Naan he makes himself each morning, goat cheese and 2 bottles of wine. We went around the
table each telling something about herself to balance Tony’s stories. I explained why I wanted
to learn to sail and he nodded and said we should cover more instruments and engine and
navigation when we get to the advanced courses. “Did you put the sails up at all”, he asked?
No, I had to admit. Then we cover the sailing courses in the School’s sailboats but the third
class we do in my boat and concentrate on navigation, instruments and engine maintenance.
The forth course we use the School’s Catamaran and put the sails up just for laughs but
still concentrate on navigation, instruments and engine maintenance. You’re the Captain
I said. “Aye, Lassie and don’t ye be fergettin it” he said in a perfect pirate voice.
We were still deep in storytime when at 5:00 a ColdBox from Galena arrrived. I explained
and Tony asked if there was perhaps an Octopus included today. We needed no more
excuse to open and sure enough there it was and Captain Tony was invited to dinner.
Abby called Ela and traded 2 cleaned seabass for an eggplant and 4 greek salads. Tony
used the eggplant to make Pasta alla Norma. I braised the Octopus and since the sun was
still out Barb grilled it. Angie dug out 2 bottles of Crystal and the day just went on and on.
Several times during the day I watched Angie watch Barb watch Tony – once she caught me
and smiled. And during ALL of this, Steve watched eveyone.
About 10PM we all walked Captain Tony home. Home was a Boat at the Del Rey Marina.
It looked like a tug boat – a Nordhavn 56MS is what Tony said. He bought it at an insurance
sale after it was declared a total loss after Hurricane Lorena. He’s been working on it
since September. The Sailing Company gives him a berth in exchange for his giving
Sailing courses. We all said goodnight in very un-pandemic ways. On the way back home
Barb was the butt of girly jokes about her keeping Tony a secret. She took it well
and just smiled. I love these ladies.
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Θεία Jessy
To Be Concluded in Part 4…..
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