sent 8/9/2020
Hi Sweety
Road Trip
August 18th is Angie’s grandson’s birthday and she invited me to Las Vegas for a visit and
Birthday Party. It will be my first time out of the house except for nighttime walks in weeks.
We’re all going. We leave next Saturday the 15th and come back Thursday the 20th. I said
I have nothing to wear except a bikini bottom and Angie laughed and said while her son
in law might appreciate that, we’ll go shopping in Las Vegas and buy a nice short black
cocktail dress that will go fine in Vegas or at the bars in Greece. “I’ve arranged for a day
of hair and nails for all the girls on Sunday and the next day we’ll go shopping”, she said
as if this was to be expected and no further discussion necessary. Angie can be controlling.
So I have a week to decide if I want my hair cut or not. Mostly, I’ve always looked at my
hair as my face cover. Now that I’m getting a real face, I SHOULD rethink that. I can’t –
not just yet. Galena wants me to wait and we’ll get our hair cut together; she sees me
with a lighter shade and blond streaks. I still can’t take my eyes off my nose. My hair
is the furthest thing from my mind. But I get it – Captain Tony thought I had a bad case
of sun-poisoning – nothing more. My hair is kinda a mess – a MOP really. I have a week
to think on it. What do you think, Darling?
Tomorrow (Monday) Barb and Angie and I have a conference call with Galena in Greece
with an Attorney from Athens and an Attorney from New York City also on the line. We
have set up two independent companies. One is a Greek Company based in Athens with
Galena as President; one is an American Company based in LA with Barb as Presiden
– I am VP of Research (get it?). The discussion tomorrow is the wording on the contract
between our companies that will allow the US company to distribute and market the
3 old ladies’ product AS WELL AS a synthesized version. We’ve been discussing this
for a few weeks but the lawyers say we have to get the words written and agreed to
before moving forward. We always wanted to protect the old ladies and not force
them to change anything about their lives. Galena has discovered that there are
about 50 bottles of their product that they are somewhat committed to produce
for certain customers because “they always have”. After that, it was only a question
of asking how many extra jars they wanted to produce to be sold to the World.
They said 100 seemed like a nice number. Barb suggested they commit in writing.
So tomorrow’s rough draft talks to a 2 year contract for 100 bottles delivered to
a schedule (8-9 per month) to be priced and marketed solely by US. The old ladies
will receive the larger of 2X the prior 3 month average price of their own delivered
product or 50% of the Net Profit received from World sales. Even trying NOT to
fuck someone can be complex and confusing. I’m learning a lot hanging around
Barb (who just LOVES this shit!).
Just read your message re the Celtic Woman – Great singers and great song – yes I
cried like a baby. You’re overwhelmed! Of course you’re overwhelmed – you have
embarked on a journey that is OVERWHELMING. But you have help, you are loved,
you are healthy, you are secure, you can do this, my love. Hour by hour, day by day
you can and will do what needs to be done. Just think of all the really STUPID people
you know who have raised children – if those assholes can do a half-assed job just
imagine what you and Rose will accomplish. I’m the LAST person in the world to
be giving advice about raising a child, but I will say this: Don’t let the ENORMITY
of the situation overwhelm you. It’s not a 100 question exam – its one question and
then another. It’s not an 8 room house to be painted – it’s the wall in front of you.
It’s not a room filled with shit from an exploded diaper – it’s the 12 inch square in
front of you. It’s not a lifetime of raising Lilly – it’s the next hour. You can do this.
Με αγάπη
Θεία Jessy
sent August 15 2020
A Cute Barb Story
Hi Sweety
I hope you are doing good now that Rosie is back to work. If I was nearby I’d be of
no help whatsoever except to be the ditsy neighbor. But we’d have some laughs!
Barb visited me yesterday and made a big deal about apologizing for being tough
about me and Galena. In truth, each of the ladies talked with me and each in their
own way grilled me about Galena and our relationship and it’s future prospects.
Barb was particularly direct with her money questions and legal (Visa) arrangements
and who would pay for what and how much the boat costs to maintain etc. I must
have looked confused because she finally smiled and said she was in love with
Captain Tony (Barb calls him Anthony) and now understands that love doesn’t
follow any rules and sometimes just HAPPENS.
I was not surprised but did see an opportunity to grill HER about money and boat
costs and went for it. Eventually, she realized I was fucking with her, and we both
laughed and hugged. Tony, it seems, is getting ready to return to Italy and Barb is
prepared to accompany him. “I know it sounds like such a cliché” Barb said, “but
Anthony completes me – we’re more than the same personality – he’s TODAY I’m
TOMORROW. I can organize anything; Anthony organizes his tools and his “things”
so that (not including tools) he has only 65 things to his name, including clothes,
pots and pans and EVERYTHING ELSE”. I asked what’s next and she said they had
agreed to talk when we get back from Las Vegas.
I’m happy for her and obviously can’t spot gay from straight people to save my life!
Looking forward to Las Vegas and a few days out of the house. Believe it or not – I
have NEVER been to Vegas – one needs a face to visit Sin City – I almost have one!
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Θεία Jessy
sent 8/17/2020
The Girls in Vegas
Hi Sweety,
It was 5 hours of Las Vegas stories from Venice Beach to Sin City. I gave Steve the window
and the two love birds sat in the back and pined for our loves. The car is so old that there
aren’t bucket seats – front and back are LOONNGG white leather sofas. Barb pointed out
that every part on this car was 55 years old – that got a laugh and a round of old person
jokes. We arrived in a neighborhood with a view of downtown and I saw right
away why Angie gets sued for parking her RV in the driveway. The thing is HUGE and
because the house is on a double lot at the end of a cul-de-sac you can’t miss a rather
loudly painted Bus-like RV. It’s not IN the driveway exactly – it has its own driveway
next to the 3 car garage and it’s backed in ready for a quick get-a-way.
The door to the house opens and out came Angelina Jolie with John Travolta preceded
by a running Spanky from the Our Gang series. Steve barked once and looked at Angie
she nodded, I reached over and opened his door and he was gone in a rambling shot –
Steve doesn’t run so much as walk fast. He and Spanky met and Steve allowed himself
to be wrestled to the ground.
I was the stranger and Angie introduced me to her daughter, Susan, husband Kevin Sr
birthday boy Kevin Jr. Mid to late 30’s I guessed and certainly from good gene stock.
At the door to the house a tall latin women appeared and clapped her hands saying
something in Spanish?. Angie and Abby ran up and hugged her, Barb hung back and
bowed a greeting. All the while all three were yammering away in Spanish and then
little Kevin comes up with Steve speaking Spanish like it’s no big deal. Note to self:
LEARN SPANISH. I heard my name mentioned by Angie and suddenly everyone was
speaking English.
Everybody scattered, Susan took my arm and with Maria guided me into the kitchen.
Beyond a dining room I saw an inground covered pool with Barb and big Kevin talking
around an outdoor grill and bar area. Susan said they speak Spanish when Maria
visits and at dinner each night to maintain the skill and to give Kevin a second language.
I was brought up in a Spanish/English house and I’ve always felt that gave me an
advantage in the workplace, she explained. Very much like her mother, I thought.
Little Kevin ran in with Steve right behind asking something in Spanish. Maria responed
and he looked at me and in English said “Sorry, Aunt Jessy. Mom, can I go swimming?”
I’m an Aunt twice in a month!
Abby came in looking mischievious carrying a BIG bag. Susan stopped her and said Yes
to Kevin who ran out. This is the rainbow chute I ordered, Abby said. Let’s put it in
my room until after dinner and then you and BK can put it up, Susan said. They left
and Maria pointed out the ingredients she was preparing: “This is for Mexican Black
Bean Stew or guiso de frijoles negros, it is also called comida campesina or in
English: peasant food. I like it already I said and she proceeded to make it in front of
my eyes. Except for cumin and chiles and tomato paste it’s pretty close to Fasolada.
Dinner was grilled Icelantic Salmon that was wonderful. BK (Big Kevin) explained Las
Vegas has so much demand for fresh seafood that the selections are much more
varied than most cities. Everytime LK spoke he used Spanish and corrected himself.
Finally he looked at Maria and said in english “I have never heard you speak English”.
And she said “When you were little I spoke English so you could learn Spanish but
now you are so smart we always speak Spanish”.
Both BK and Susan work for Caesar’s Entertainment and both seem secure in their
positions but some of Angie’s comments hinted of potential management shakeups.
After dessert LK said “Nonne Angel, I know you have friends visiting so maybe Steve
should sleep with me tonight”. Angie looked at Abby who nodded and said ” I was
thinking you and I would go on an adventure tonight before bed”. Really LK replied
where?. I’ll show you and with that Abby got up and took his hand and walked off. One
minute later LK came running out yelling “You’ve all got to see this”. So we all got up
and were lead to LK’s bedroom where a rainbow parachute was flowing over the
four poster bed and billowing out almost filling the room with silk fabric. “Anybody
in there?” Angie asked and from the middle of the bed came a tiny voice “just us
fairy story tellers” Little Kevin was beside himself “can I go to bed now Mom?”
So we all left LK with the fairy story teller.
Sunday was Hair/Nail day. At 1pm the DollHead Beauty Services Mobile Lounge pulled
up and we were introduced to Mona and Ruth. They would wash and blow two of
us then comment on how they would style the hair of those two.The other two watch
and make snide comments. I choose to go in the second group (with Barb) hoping
there would be an earthquake. There wasn’t. I got away with just a straightening out
in the back and no touching the front. Barb had to help or I might have gotten bangs.
At 4pm the nail girls arrived in another mobile unit and the debauchery continued.
Oh, did I mention it was 110 degrees F (43C)? Dinner was a repeat with Grouper and
Steaks (Angie must have asked for the meat – she was moaning while eating!). Being
coddled can be exhausting.
Next is the girls shopping and buffeting
Hugs to all the girls
Aunt Jessy
sent late 8/17/20
The Girls Buffeting and Shopping
Hi Sweety
I was waiting for Angie this morning when she and Steve returned from his walk. I asked
about the costs of yesterday and today because everything seems to have been pre-paid.
She said not to wrory – that I was invited to Kevin’s birthday party and this was all part
of the party. Later, I got Abby aside and she said nothing was pre-paid – that Angie was
paying cash and that it probably wasn’t near the retail price because most of the people
who came by owed there jobs/careers to Angie. “You’ll see today at The Wynn” Abby said.
Our goal was to get to the Wynn for their Buffet at Noon. We arrived at 1:30. There was a
VIP line that we went to and Angie asked the watress to sit us “close to the kitchen”. Abby
told me that’s Las Vegas talk for “I’m important and would like to talk with the Boss”. Sure
enough, we weren’t seated for 2 minutes when a tall graying Cary Grant came out
and greeted Angie with a “The lovely Angel and her friends are welcome to the Wynn and
Steve Wynn himself extends his kindest regards”. Angie laughed and said “Hello Francis,
please convey our thanks to Mr. Wynn for his gracious hospitality”. I got the feeling they
were both goofing on Steve Wynn and Abby later confirmed that Steve Wynn is a world
class cheapskate.
Lunch wasn’t a buffet – you ordered from a pictured tablet and it was brought to
the table for you. Champagne was poured and the ordering began and went on and on.
At one point, Francis asked to see Angie’s valet ticket and noted the number.
“Mr Wynn asked that I provide you and your friends with some refreshments to share
with your family later”, he said with a wink. A bill came but Angie didn’t look at it – she
just slid an envelope into the folder and left it on the table. There’s a lot about Las Vegas
I don’t understand.
We retrieved the car and spent 10 minutes driving across the street to The Forum at
Caesars. Angie specifically asked that the car be parked in an air conditioned section.
I found out later the trunk was filled with 2 cases of Cristal Champagne and three
coolers filled with stone crabs, snow crabs, lobster tails, oysters and at least a dozen
steaks – all thanks to Steve Wynn by way of Francis.
Shopping at the Forum was unlike any shopping experience. We went into a room
with comfortable chairs and sofa and were give MORE champagne and introduced
to our “Dressers” Nicole and Shari. Their job was to find out what we wanted and go
get it. So – my little black dress request in 15 minutes became 4 choices from 2 different
stores. I tried each on and everyone commented and so it went down everyone’s list.
The final bill? Don’t know – there didn’t seem to BE one!!
Finally back at “home” I had a bowl of bean stew, a lobster tail and a few oysters but not
more Champagne – enough is enough. I don’t like to slur my words when I’m talking
to Galena. Or misspell too many words when I’m writing to you my darling.
Hugs to all the girls
Aunt Jessy
sent 8/18/20 late
Little Kevin’s Birthday Bash
Hi Sweety
At ten minutes to noon Abby’s phone chirped and we were in 10 minute countdown to Party Time.
No one dared go outside until a gaily painted School Bus lumbered up and starting
playing Happy Birthday on a not so great PA system. Two masked girls jumped out and setup
a four panel easel that had Masks of all kinds. Disney, Marvel characters, Skeleton teeth, Clown
teeth, dogs, cats I braved the heat to look upclose. There were 2 or 3 I wanted to grab. But, alas
they were for the kids getting on the bus and Little Kevin was the last pickup so there were maybe
twelve masked faces sticking out windows yelling KKEEVVIINN. LK looked at every fuckin mask and
picked out a Chimpanzee – most definitely the ugliest mask on the racks. “What do you see, Aunt
Jessy?” he asked learing at me with a grinning Chimp Toothed mouth. “Why only the handsomest
monkey on the bus” I replied happy to have something to say. It’s not a monkey it’s a Chimpanzee
the learing mouth said and on the bus he jumped. Abby came up grabbed a Big Red Lips mask and
got on the bus; The girls folded up the mask panels and jumped aboard. The doors closed and I was
starting to melt when Barb called from the car waving me along. Thank God for Air Conditioning.
We followed the School Bus to the Discovery Children’s Museum. Parked, masked up and quick
walked into the Museum. They had a great program – Susan’s group had the whole place. There
were maybe 15 kids and 15 Adults including all of us (6). The kids were split into 3 groups of five
went thru a series of exhibits/activities led by a guide and the Adults could accompany their
child’s group or sit in a Sky-Box and view the groups from above. Except for Abby, I was with
the SkyBox group.
I shared an Orange Juice with Susan as we watched LK below. I told her how much being with her
mother and Abby and Barb has helped change my life for the better. She looked at me and smiled
and said when she was growing up Aunt Abby and Aunt Barb would visit often but rarely at the
same time. I always had the feeling they didn’t get along, she said. Aunt Barb is hard to read – Aunt
Abby is the opposite. I asked Susan what she did for Caesars and she said she’s in Human Resources.
She went on: there’s an irony there since my Mom was in Human Resources WAY before there was
an official Human Resources. Did you meet Frank at the Wynn Buffet yesterday, she asked?
Do you mean Francis? Susan smiled and shook her head and said yes – Mom always used her own
names for her chosen. Frank was a Valet at the Sands in the 70’s when Mom first met him and
was impressed with his attitude. She had him promoted to Food Service and he became the
goto guy for her girls at the Sands. With Mom’s help he worked his way up the Food side of
the business and now runs the Wynn Food Service. There are probably 7 or 8 high level
executives still working in this town who owe Mom their start and their promotions. She’s
been out of the business ten years now and I STILL get 2 or 3 applicants a week who use her
as a reference for management experience. And you know what? – I accept it. (I like this girl.)
Eventually the Museum thing evolved into just another pizza and soda and ice cream cake party
in short- everything a Birthday Boy could ask for. Parents showed up to claim their child, goodbyes
were said gift bags given and who was driving with who discussed to death. Did I mention Steve
was with us? He came disguised as a therapy dog to Angie. No one objected. We went
home for a pool party before the final event – a Dinner with visiting Magician at Caesars.
The Girls’ present to LK was a huge pool float of a Dragon with a broad back – broad enough for
2 adults to sit if they are careful. Unfortunately NONE of the adults in the pool were careful
enough to accomplish that feat – although we all tried. And YES I was wearing my bikini top
(get your mind out of that particular fantasy, girl).
For dinner, I wore my new little black dress – because I COULD! Big Kevin had announced no one
was driving tonight so at 7:00pm a Ceasars Giant Van / Thing pulled up and we all crammed in for
the 15 minute ride to Caesars. Little Kevin was still wearing that learing monkey mask. We were
met by 2 Ladies who obviously knew Susan and Big Kevin and taken to a private room where I
got to meet James the gay gardener – think Sean Connery and what a waste for the female sex.
James and Maria run a Home Sitter business and have a waiting list of clients who want their
services. I moseyed over to Abby and asked if Wayne Newton was going to show and Abby turned
whiter than she normally is and said “you might not want to say that loudly”. I got it and shut the
fuck up about THAT.
We had Kid Appetisers and Adult Drinks until Doodad arrived and the Magic Show began
Doodad looks like Tweedledum or Tweedledee. As he started his act, which was specifically
geared to LK, the adults were served dinner – mine was of course sea food, Angie had Steak
Barb was face deep in Pasta and Abby was still sharing LK’s Pigs in the Blanket. Doodad was
surprisingly good – he was GREAT. He had LK on the stage as a prop and as an assistant. The
kid looked astonished when he actually made a coin vanish. Kevin BTW is 12.
During dinner Abby caught my eye several times and nodded to the entrance door where
there was usually one or two people watching. Afterward,I asked what she was getting at and
she replied those people came by to see the real Angel and to be able to say to their friends
“Hey, you know who was here last night? Angel! And I saw her.” Sure enough, on the way
out several people approached Angie and hugged and took selfies. None were young.
I managed to retain my goal of NEVER taking a selfie – not that anyone was asking!
Little Kevin was asleep before we left Caesars and it was a good idea of BK to have a driver –
I’m not sure anyone was quite legal. Before he passed out, I watched LK hug his Mom
and Dad and say “This was the best day of my life”. Life doesn’t get much better than that.
What LK didn’t know was during the best day of his life the temperature hit 116F (47C).
God did not mean for people to live here.
Looking forward to an ocean breeze soon.
My love to you and Lilly
Aunt Jessy
PS I love my little black dress
sent 8/19/20 late
last day in the Hot Zone
Hi Sweety,
Angie might have a huge RV but when a lady and big dog walk by your bed you
know it. Just before sunup, I heard Steve lumber by and jumped up to join them.
It was 5:45am and 89F (33C). Angie kept Steve on the grass – the street was still
hot enough to burn his paws. We wandered around the extra lot which was set
up for soccer and badmitten from what I could guess from the nets and stuff.
I asked Angie why she called Francis Francis when his name was Frank. She was
quiet for more than I thought comfortable and FINALLY said “When I was young
I read a short science fiction story by Ursula Le Guin called The Rule of Names.
I eventually read everything she wrote but one of the main themes of that story
stuck with me – it was the notion that words hold mystical power and NAMES
especially a person’s True Name are very powerful. Frank is Italian and his father
is named Salvadore. That tells me his mother probably named him Francis not
his father. As a boy no one wants to be called Francis so Frank became his name;
but his TRUE NAME is Francis. For many years only Francis’ mother and me called
him by his True Name. Now only I do. It helps Francis decide to do whatever he
can to please me. It’s purely a power and control thing, honey, but it works. And
in my business all us physically weak girls have to rely on is power and control”.
“Well, that will take a while to sink in”, I replied, “what’s MY true name?” Angie
stopped and Steve sat between us staring from one to the other. “I haven’t
the faintest idea, but it’s not Jessy or Jessica is my feeling. I hope I’m around
when you discover it.” I wasn’t expecting that. What semed like a simple
question suddenly became a life changing event. “I’m thinking of learning
Spanish,” I said to fill the silence. She studied me for 5 seconds and said
“You should consider Italian instead. Tony can teach you and Barb and I
can help. You’ll be able to converse sailor talk in Italian which is better
than Spanish for Mediterranean travels. By the way Anthony is Tony’s
True Name, but you won’t hear ME calling him that.” I understand, I said
and I meant it.
About 8am Big Kevin knocked on the RV’s front door and hurried in. He
was going to work at Caesars and Susan was working from home. Maria
was coming over to make sure LK was busy and that we all ate every last
piece of the food we had brought from the Wynn Buffet. He’d be back
by 5 and we’d have a BBQ with whatever was left. And John Travalta
danced out the RV. I can see why Abby says Angie has a crush on him!
We lazed the day by the pool taking turns admiring LK’s magic tricks,
trying to stay on the pool Dragon – easier without Champagne-
and whatever else he came out with but NO ONE went out into the sun.
Even Steve knew to wait – or he went in the pool – who knows? Here’s
how hot it was: I got out of the pool grabbed a towel, put sandels on
and walked to the RV – by the time I got there I was dry and sweating!
I’m sitting comfortably in an air-conditioned mobile home writing this.
I want to go”home”. Next week I start Sailing and I’m one step closer
to “home” – and my True Name (I guess).
Hugs to you and Lilly
Aunt Jessy
sent 8/20/20 late
Hi Sweety,
Are you okay?
The little girl who looks up at you as she is feeding isn’t the only person who loves you.
I love you and miss you, Sam
Jessy
sent 8/21/20 early
Hi Sweety,
Glad you and Lliiy are ok. I got paranoid that something happened and I’m so involved
with ME, MYSELF AND I that I missed it.
In retrospect, the BEST thing that happened in Vegas was when Little Kevin did NOT
stop dead in his tracks and stare at my face. I was a regular person to a 12 year old.
You don’t know how long it’s been since that happened.
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Θεία Jessy
sent 8/22/2020 early
Never a Dull Moment…
Hi Sweety
Barb visited me after my morning Yoga. Not one to beat around the bush, she said “Are you going to
wait until Dr. P mentions it tomorrow or should we note it in your food/exercise dairy”? I laughed
and admitted it was the first thing I had told Galena Monday night. My boobs and hips are bigger
and I’m now a size 6 not 4. Barb wished we had a scale and then took it back. She estimated I’d
gained no more than 3 pounds. We’ll see tomorrow. I’m scheduled for the next measurement and
poking session with Dr. P..
Captain Tony’s coming over for dinner tonight. I suspect I’ll get the schedule for next week, I’m SO
glad Barb talked me into the private lessons. Speaking of Barb – all the girls had another legal –
marketing conference call yesterday with Galena and her attorneys and ours and after the wording
of the contracts was settled we talked about packaging and logos and media campaigns until my
head started to hurt. And when it was all done and the phone was disconnected, Barb looked at me
and asked ” So what do you think about selling the company?” How much I asked? 10 million net
she replied and I looked around the room: Angie was looking at me, Abby was smiling her usual
smile. What about Galena and the 3 old ladies, I asked. Barb nodded and said good question but
we’re only talking about the US business NOT Galena’s Greek business. “Sell, Sell, Sell. I said”.
“As the lady wishes”. She replied with a very un-Barblike bow. To be continued,,,
Love yous all
Aunt Jessy becoming a real woman
WTF
sent 8/23/20 late
Hi Sweety
Captain Tony is more like a Crocodile Dundee with a dash of Robert Shaw’s grin and wink from Jaws.
Funny none of those characters (including Russel Crowe) are Italian. But then, there AREN’T many
Italians that fit Tony. He’s not tall but looks like he could pick up a refrigerator and carry it across
the room. He looks you in the eye and is constantly switching accents to reflect the words that
he’s saying – I’ll give some examples …. sometime….I asked if he would teach me Italian as we
sailed and he thought abit and said no. He explained sailing is like dancing with different steps
taken depending on the music or wind. He needs to teach me the dance steps until they become
muscle memory and that doesn’t include learning a new language at the same time. I had to
agree and did. “But you will learn Italian, my Jessy”, he said grinning, ” and some salty Greek
whenever I can remember any”. The saltier the better, I replied and we all laughed. And then,
out of the blue Angie says something to Tony in Italian and he looks at me and says a long
sentence back. I say Okay, what’s going on here, you know Italian, Angie? Yes, she replied,
enough to have a pleasant conversation about food and the weather and the benefits of using
the services of Angel’s Girls.” she said winking at Tony. Who proceeded to blush and stammer
out a Jimmy Stewart “WalWalWal I Say I Say Misss Angel I..I..I..” Anything else I should
know I asked anyone who was listening. Tony was the first to speak: he said Angie asked if
he had learned Italian in school or at home and he had answered he never went to school,
that he would be teaching me the Island of Ortigia dialect and I would forevermore be
blessed with such a melodious flow of language that all would gather around just to hear.
That last he said in a Slooowwww Richard Burton accent. You gotta love Captain Tony.
Dr. P didn’t say a fuckin word. What’s he blind? “I’m healing nicely and I can go into the sun
with great precautions.” Barb thinks he was distracted. It might have been the 10 or 20
homeless people and their assorted shit we had to wade through to get to his office, WTF.
School is 9-5 for 5 days weather permitting and the LA weather will permit. Tony wants to
bring lunch tomorrow and I’ll bring Tuesday etc. I’ve got my hat my lotion and a bag with
three different outfits. I’m ready.
Hugs and kisses to you and Lilly
Aunt Jessy
sent 8/25/20 early
Hi Sweety
For the next you’re relaxing with your love, laying in bed listening to love songs:
Eric Clapton – Wonderful Tonight
ELVIS – And I Love You So
Love
Jessy
sent 8/26/20 late
Hi Sweety,
Tomorrow morning I take a written test to see if I learned anything the last 3 days. In the
afternoon, I take the sailboat out and show what I’ve learned about sailing. Captain
Tony says not to worry – that he taught me well. And he did. He’s patient and teaches
with story and example and always funny accents. Have you ever sailed?
Tony’s analogy of sailing as a dance with the wind is perfect. There ae only a few basic
moves – dictated by the wind and they are done over and over. Monday night my
arms and legs were so sore I took a bath, cooked Tuesday’s lunch and went right to
bed. Tuesday night was the same but I didn’t have to prepare lunch. I’m looking
forward to 3 days off before next week’s “Coastal Sailing and Navigation” starts.
Tony got his boat dirt cheap and intends to complete repairs and sail to Italy and
“Return with a Boat”. His grandmother died years ago but his mother and brothers
are still alive. He has visited home for two months every 5 years since he got here.
Most of his time here he has lived in his truck. Moving onto his boat was “like
moving into a big house that rocked on water as opposed to rode on wheels.”
No wonder the guy only has 65 things to his name (or was it 75?). He’s a pleasure
to be with and Galena agrees we can visit him and hang out fairly easily – it’s
a mere 2 night crossing out of sight of land – why does that seem intimidating?
I hope you are managing to get some rest, honey. Can you invite Pops over 2
afternoons a week to give you 2 hours to take a nap? It doesn’t sound like
much but it’s good to have something to look forward to. I’m looking forward
to sleeping till 10 on Friday.
Love to you and Lilly
Aunt Jessy
sent 8/31/20 late
Hi Sweety,
Week two and now we ‘ve added another thing to think about. “Where’s the wind blowing”
was last week and “where do I want to wind up” is the subject of this week’s course. Two
TOTALLY different meanings of the same word (wind) – English is truly a fucked up
language. Tony is doing a lot of the tacking and I’m the Captain this week. A captain in
a floppy hat with a strong chin strap. I have to say the LA weather is perfect for sailing.
It’s like the wind blows us out of the marina at 10am and turns around and blows us
back in at 4pm. We eat lunch on the go and there is always something going on (or off).
Dr. P. had called last week and scheduled a PC call for yesterday. He had finally looked
at the numbers and realized I was growing into a Kardashian. Bottom line is he hasn’t
the faintest idea what’s happening to me or why. Barb was the only one with an idea.
She suggested he research the affect of Methamphetamine abuse on my condition. Is it
possible the chemical killed the virus or whatever was blocking fat deposits from
going to the correct places. Could I have been “cured” before I even left for Europe?
Visions of Bacon Cheeseburgers and Chile Cheese Fries came to mind. After the call,
Barb said she’s start prototyping posters of me as the 2021 MethGirl. I just marveled
at the mysteries of life and went to study my nose.
You, my darling, have got your own mystery of life growing right next to you. Must be
interesting figuring out how to communicate with an intelligent blob. Barb had me
watch a nature show that talked about Octopus as being just as intelligent as humans.
This was AFTER I had just boiled and grilled and eaten one. She is heartless.
Love and hugs to you and Lilly
Θεία Jessy
Just read your note:
PS Got a kick out of your reference to Captain Jack – it’s Tony. But I immediately called up
Billy Joel’s Captain Jack song. Sat back, closed my eyes and visited the room with Demons.
I haven’t heard the song in awhile and Abby would just swoon at the karmic implications of
Captain Jack taking me to my “special island” when Galena lives on an island and I’m getting
there FOR REAL. On 2nd thought – I WILL tell Abby – Thanks for the “mistake”, honey.
PPS Damn nice of you and Rosie to take Pops in. I Hope he doesn’t get underfoot too often.
Now you have both ends of life’s timeline – too young to be left alone and too old to be left alone.
να ζήσεις τη ζωή στο έπακρο, αγάπη
J
sent 9/3/20 late
2 of 4 done
Hi Sweety,
Saw your new pic – was that Lilly’s first trip to the beach? I love Rosie’s hat – I’ve seen
it before just can’t for the life of me remember where or when or who was wearing it.
According to the Captain, I’m almost a sailor – I only lack frightening experiences which
I find a frightening thought. Weather permitting, we sail Tony’s boat to Catalina Island
for an overnight trip next week. It’s 22 miles (35km) off the coast and we’ll be out of sight
of land for the first time. I get to do the anchor thing. I’m also getting a lovely tan.
You’ll get a note from Angie about switching ID names. Abby tells me in the Vegas hooker
society there are many “honeys”, and few “queens” and only one “angel” get it (1Angel)!
Go figure. I’ve been getting up with Angie to walk Steve in the morning. We have to keep
Steve on a lease because he thinks the homeless people are food. He doesn’t bark a lot
but he has a very low growl that sends shivers down MY back and I know he won’t hurt ME.
Needless to say, we are not bothered during our walks. Galena tells me there are homeless
people in Athens too. How about Brisbane?
αγκαλιές για να σας κρατήσει ζεστό.
Θεία Jessy
kissed by god
baciato da dio
sent 9/7/20 late
Hi Sweety,
Thanks for the music. I copied all eight lines into a music list I keep. Made a
Column B called “Comments” and clicked on the first selection. Glad I didn’t
close my eyes because the photos were precious. My Comment:
“Hello Again: Neil Diamond Lovely Photos”. Now comes the big
decision – do I play another? I did – still kept my eyes open. My Comment:
“Wood Nymphs invite me to stay with them – Tempting”. Another??
No No – I’ll listen to the Nymphs again. Your eight songs are like a box of eight
of the BEST chocolates. I want to shove all eight in my month and swoon. But
they can be SO much better if I space them out. So I’ll listen to one more
tonight before I call Galena – maybe two?!! My problem is I’m not bringing
my laptop on the 2 night trip that starts tomorrow Tuesday – I don’t
want to seem rude and ignore Tony. Well – we’ll see how it goes later….
Later – Song 3: “If i could be where you are – Enya – Grieving over loss”
Good news / Bad news with this one. I have (so far in my life) never lost
someone I grieve over. Hell, I’m 30 years old and have never Loved until
this year. Yes, that’s pretty fucked up but it’s who I am and it is the
scariest part of becoming a Real Person. Abby says it’s fear of commitment;
Angie says it’s a need to control my feelings; Galena says she misses my
smell. In my heart, I secretly believe Galena cured me and just maybe there
is a God and she is laughing hysterically right now
I’ll save the rest till I return. Thank you for sharing the music that moves you.
I love you
Jessy
γαλήνη serenity
sent 9/11/20 late
Hi Sweety
Miss me? Two nights with Captain Tony – a man. It didn’t dawn on me until I was walking
to his boat that I was going to be alone with a relative stranger for two nights. “A little late
to be worried now” I thought at the time. His boat is beautiful and big. I had my own
bedroom and head with shower. It’s named Dreamer and although he didn’t name it
for purely superstitious reasons he is keeping the name. That got me thinking and I asked
Galena the name of her boat. It’s “γαλήνη” which if you put into your translator and
press the Speak button sounds like “Galena” and translates to “Serenity”. God continues
to laugh at me but it’s not a mocking laugh – more a “what do you think of that” laugh.
Of course Galena’s mother would name the boat Galena.
Anyway, the trip to Catalina Island was great. Weather was of course wonderful and
we did navigation and engine and instruments more than moving sails around. When we
were out of sight of land, Tony got a Sextant out and gave me a lesson in navigating
the old fashioned way – by sighting the sun and horizon and plotting your position
with charts. It’s a lot easier to just look at a GPS but I understand the electronics can
and do fail. Setting the anchor was funny because we repeated the actions I made fun
of when I saw then done on Galena’s boat – now I understand what was happening.
I can put a Dingy in the water using the boom and power to a restaurant’s dock for dinner
which we did the first night out. The second night we anchored in a secluded spot and
got to talk security and pirates. Funny I didn’t think about such things when I was on
Galena’s boat – that seems so long ago now.
I’m working on my Italian and Tony and I have a routine down that when we come in
to dock we yell at one another in Italian. “Bring the line over here, honey” “Don’t honey
me – and don’t hit the fuckin dock old man” etc. Anybody watching would think we were
salty Italian sailors. We are laughing hysterically. I can’t wait to yell at Galena!
The ladies welcomed me home with a grilled octopus and Cristal champagne dinner.
It feels strange to not be rocking. Listened to two more songs tonight:
Juice Newton – Angel Of The Morning An affair ended?
Sheena Easton – I Will Always Love You Lovely
Three to go and I’ve a box of tissues at the ready
αγκαλιές για να σας κρατήσει ζεστό.
Jessy
Hi Sweety
Barb told me a secret last night. Next week Captain Tony and I are taking the
sailing school’s 38 foot catamaran for a 2 night trip to Santa Barbara Island
which is a small bird poop island 40 miles out. Because of it’s size it is more
difficult to navigate to than Catalina. Tony is planning to shut down the electronics
on the return trip and have me navigate back to the Marina using the sextant.
I’m glad I took notes and will look for some u-tube guides over the weekend.
Hell, how hard can it be finding North America?
Glad you’re getting back into shape – I’d hate to be peeking over the fence only to
see a beached whale next to the pool! Galena is the romantic in our relationship.
I know I need to work on my romance skills and can’t wait to start practicing.
Abby has me beach running in the early morning and my legs are getting some
definition. The hardest part of beach running is wading through the homeless people
between here and the beach. I’d take Steve for protection but he couldn’t keep up.
Do you have a homeless problem in Brisbane?
listened to two more songs tonight:
Sheena Easton – For Your Eyes Only No No No
Sometimes When We Touch – Dan Hill I remember this – fondly
I changed my notes to: Juice Newton – Angel Of The Morning An affair BEGINS.
Galena and I don’t have any music – it was never playing and I never asked.
I have never bought an album or any music or attended a concert. I am a music recluse.
One song left – should I listen? Nope. I already know it’s a song that makes you cry so
I’ll be a babbling baby in seconds
I love you
Jessy
sent 9/13/20 early
Hi Sweety,
I’m glad you didn’t delete your last letter. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and
moments. Thank you for bringing music into my life. When we first met I was angry
and frustrated and feeling sorry for myself and about to take a walk to the bad section
of London and score any drug that would make the world go away. Your picture and
particularly your eyes were calming and I took a chance and friended you. The rest is
History. Angie says everything will be fine because I have suffered enough and even
God has limits on the shit she sends down. Treasure your memories of your Dad and
Nan and especially treasure Pops and hug him twice a day and tell him you love him.
Listened to the last song:
“Mike and the Mechanics – The Living Years Losing a Dad”
No tears here, Honey. Sorry, but that’s a room I don’t go in. The movie
Forrest Gump has two scenes that show:
1. The female lead Robin Wright throwing rocks at her childhood home
2. Tom Hanks as Forrest Gump bulldozing the house down in front of Robin’s
character. I clapped in the movie house. I still do.
I’ll write again later and talk about fun stuff
αγκαλιές και περισσότερες αγκαλιές
Jessy
sent 9/14/20 late
Hi Sweety
I spoke with Galena and asked about music and she pointed out we danced to
music 2 of the 3 nights we were in Greece. But on the boat, althought she has
a music system she “let me dictate the mood” and I was rocking gently away on
smells and sensations that were music enough. She promised to play her
favorites when I return and I suspect they are gay and dance-able and NOT SAD.
She is after all Greek!
I have a Captain Tony story:
Tony grew up on the Island of Ortigia because his mother (his father died early)
and grandmother owned a bar/restaurant – ‘Sunset Ortigia’ and 2 boats. The rest of
family lived and worked on the mainland on a farm. The Capuzzos had arrived on
the island in the 1920’s and over the years grew to own the restaurant, 2 boats and
buildings surrounding the restaurant to house the growing family. Any excess
children were sent to the farm to work with uncles and aunts and cousins – all
Capuzzos. Tony since he was a boy worked in the Ortigia Market selling whatever
the boats caught that day or the restaurant made or the farm delivered. This
Market is unique in the sense it has folkloristic market stalls, where vendors describe
their products singing lullabies in the local dialect. Each vendor in his stall will
“Vanniate” or “Shout” his product’s attributes to the buyers. Obviously the guy
with the loudest voice has an advantage – Tony took it to a whole new level.
His Grandmother had several Dean Martin singing Italian albums and Tony
memorized the words and the voice and was the star of the market – He still is
whenever he returns. He’s been performing since he was 8 (so he says).
Tony came by for dinner Saturday. He’s already a member of the family and
although he regaled all of us with stories and songs – he was performing for Barb.
When Tony is there, Barb smiles – even Abby noticed. When we went into out Italian
yelling at docking routine – Angie and Barb joined in with their shouts; Abby added a
few spanish curses and we all cracked up. But Tony’s eyes were on Barb. I mentioned it
to Angie when we were walking Steve and she said Barb is indeed in love with Tony.
“It’s her turn to smile” was the way she put it. Will Barb go to Italy with him I asked?
“Yes she will” was her reply “and Abby and I need to make sure our passports are up to
date.” Mine is
Going to Italy with Tony is not as easy as it sounds – he’s got a boat and the boat is on the
west coast of the USA. There is a lot of sailing to get from here to Italy – rough estimate
50 days, with 20 out of landsight not to mention the cost of going through the Panama Canal.
That’s a BIG TRIP. Then it hit me – I’m going to Europe, I can help crew. Well hold on here
let’s not get ahead of events. A plane to Athens is a whole lot faster that a boat. Yes, I think
I’ll keep those thoughts between you and I for now. Anyway – love is in the air and
something is going to happen sooner or later. I think Barb has spent her life “doing the right thing”
for everyone else and deserves her own time. So I’m not going to worry TOO MUCH about
my own petty things like our Company and my Finances. As Abby would and will say:
“Barb will think of something”.
I’m off with Captain Tony for the last part of my sailing requirements to be fully accredited
as a Salty Sailor. The oceans should shutter in fear.
Είναι όλα ελληνικά για μένα
Jessy
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On 14 Sep 01:13, Sammy_o wrote:
im sorry hun, if i strike you as sad,
No No No No No No No No No
Please do not go there. I meant I think Galena’s songs will not make me cry – they
will not be sad they will be Zorba the Greek songs or MommaMia songs. I do not
think YOU are sad my darling. I have deep feelings for you.
If I’ve hurt your feelings please forgive me. It was not my intention.
I love you, Sam. I simply love you
Jessy
sent 9/14/20 early
Hi Sam
When I told the girls I wasn’t going with Captain Tony today and why, Barb got
her laptop and sat me down in front of it. You do remember Barb works
in some unknown capacity for a well known US Intelligence Agency. Barb
showed me the results of her “vetting of Sammy_o”.
I’ve put one of the pictures up.
THIS sadness I can handle. I’ve been here before and while I am
disappointed, I know I can move on. My trip with Tony is moving on.
I have truly loved our talks and there will always be a special place in my
heart for you – whoever you are.
Jessy
PS I guess I will NOT be buying the house next door to you
Hi
I have 3 friends who saved my life. You are one and I don’t want
to lose you. Please don’t be lost to me Jessy
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