Today is a big day! I've finally made a very hard decision. I've left my brokerage, Bailey Properties, and moved over to Sereno Group after 8 amazing years! Bailey Properties was a great ride and now I'm ready for a change... hopefully, a wonderful change... Life is what you make it and when the opportunity knocked, I answered the door...
Last few days have been chock full of stress, elation, meeting new folks and decisions... and then, we went to Stanford today. Thank God, for Bruno and his tempered treatment. T has had some pretty low days the last couple weeks including night sweats and his bout with shingles...poor guy... so, scaled back on the dose of Methotrexate and next week we'll see about the next IV Vincristine treatment. T's numbers are lower than they'd like to see so, reduced chemo is what the doctor ordered, as Bruno boards a plane to Brazil for the holiday... and we thank God we will celebrate another together.
About Me
- AnneMarie
- Concerned Citizen and a Serial Entrepreneur wrapped in a progressive democratic soul longing for us all to get along.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Today is Wednesday, December 14th
Christmas is coming and I'm living up to the old joke....totally unprepared... it's crept up on me while I've been preoccupied with business and T... I guess that's a good thing but I'm stressing cause I yearn for balance.
Monday evening due to a senior moment? I forgot about my book club Christmas gathering... thank God, Pat called me when I didn't show. It had disappeared from my iPhone calendar and I don't know why. After visiting with Linda & Jim, T'd grilled pork chops wrapped in bacon, steamed broccoli and apple sauce and we were settling in after clean up, when the phone rang... I'd just clean forgotten.. lots of details as I negotiate with the bank and other realtors. The big upset was I'd been looking through a cloud over my left eye since early evening. When I left Pat's & all our revelry, I turned my head, & saw a weird flash. I thought my eyes were tired... too long a day wearing contacts? Anyway, yesterday, the same cloud was over that eye and after talking about it with Marilyn, I called several eye doctors and was able to see Dr. Ray immediately. It meant missing my clay play but I knew it was important. Dr. Ray confirmed that I should watch it and be sure that in broad daylight, no flashes. If I see that flash during the day, go immediately to an eye doctor. Come back in 2 weeks for another exam. ai yi yi..... so tired of the doctor apt. dance. Altho' I really enjoyed meeting Dr. Ray... lively discussion of real estate and politics which made the wait for dilation fun... tho' the outcome is a big ? I've decided not to stress... just keep it in the back of my mind...
So, this morning, I'll take time to play with clay before my meetings start. It's shaping up to be an awesome week...
Double click the link below for a laugh....
Gotta love it!!!
Monday evening due to a senior moment? I forgot about my book club Christmas gathering... thank God, Pat called me when I didn't show. It had disappeared from my iPhone calendar and I don't know why. After visiting with Linda & Jim, T'd grilled pork chops wrapped in bacon, steamed broccoli and apple sauce and we were settling in after clean up, when the phone rang... I'd just clean forgotten.. lots of details as I negotiate with the bank and other realtors. The big upset was I'd been looking through a cloud over my left eye since early evening. When I left Pat's & all our revelry, I turned my head, & saw a weird flash. I thought my eyes were tired... too long a day wearing contacts? Anyway, yesterday, the same cloud was over that eye and after talking about it with Marilyn, I called several eye doctors and was able to see Dr. Ray immediately. It meant missing my clay play but I knew it was important. Dr. Ray confirmed that I should watch it and be sure that in broad daylight, no flashes. If I see that flash during the day, go immediately to an eye doctor. Come back in 2 weeks for another exam. ai yi yi..... so tired of the doctor apt. dance. Altho' I really enjoyed meeting Dr. Ray... lively discussion of real estate and politics which made the wait for dilation fun... tho' the outcome is a big ? I've decided not to stress... just keep it in the back of my mind...
So, this morning, I'll take time to play with clay before my meetings start. It's shaping up to be an awesome week...
Double click the link below for a laugh....
Gotta love it!!!
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Today is Sunday, December 11th
Playing catch up... Yesterday met with the buyers of Angora and showed several homes... one was so stunning... I enjoyed touring it. After, Deanna & Gary stopped by and we ordered a pizza delivered and then, Jan & Tom stopped by... everyone was pretty tired so, we chatted for awhile and called it an early night.
Today I met with the Seller of Angora and we have a deal!!! Now I just hope the bank agrees... Came home in time to watch the niners nail biter and even tho' we had our T- shirts on, they lost!!!! Can't believe it!!!
T is better... thanks for the incoming white light!!
Today I met with the Seller of Angora and we have a deal!!! Now I just hope the bank agrees... Came home in time to watch the niners nail biter and even tho' we had our T- shirts on, they lost!!!! Can't believe it!!!
T is better... thanks for the incoming white light!!
Friday, December 9, 2011
Today is Friday, December 9th
T's been kinda punky and I've been deep in thought. I think it may be time to make a change.... The last few days have been a blur of activity. Lots of follow up with deals in process... Brian's deal looks like it may very well close at long last. Looks like I may have 2 offers on Angora and Granada has several buyers circling. Lots of showings on Amos' home and I'll be happy to close a few this month....
T is getting stronger every day... thank God! It's a day by day thing and the white light helps....
T is getting stronger every day... thank God! It's a day by day thing and the white light helps....
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Today is Tuesday, December 6th
It's been a weird couple days. Niners clinched the division for the first time in 9 years!!! Yahoo!!! Of course they did...we had our T shirts on. Great open house at Angora Lane on Sat. I have 2 new clients interested in writing an offer on Angora Lane. Yahoo!!! Also, several people are interested in Granada Dr. So, biz is good. My concern? My honey... T has been down all weekend... His shingles are very painful and uncomfortable and I'm just plain scared.
I've forgotten what it feels like to be scared about him being ill. I almost forgot he was ill. I'm remembering...
Yesterday, I went over the hill to see my client's Palo Alto home and check on my San Jose listing after the storm... little did I know my rider was broken into a million pieces and the Brokerage sign was lying on the ground with a corner cleanly broken off. It was a simple process to fix it... find a store with super glue and make the tear go away. That was it...
Today was a day where I got to play with clay... painted glaze on Oscar... ran home, showered and changed and met my client at Angora Lane. On to the Bailey Christmas party... and then, home to my honey... good night all... keep that white light surrounding us please...
I've forgotten what it feels like to be scared about him being ill. I almost forgot he was ill. I'm remembering...
Yesterday, I went over the hill to see my client's Palo Alto home and check on my San Jose listing after the storm... little did I know my rider was broken into a million pieces and the Brokerage sign was lying on the ground with a corner cleanly broken off. It was a simple process to fix it... find a store with super glue and make the tear go away. That was it...
Today was a day where I got to play with clay... painted glaze on Oscar... ran home, showered and changed and met my client at Angora Lane. On to the Bailey Christmas party... and then, home to my honey... good night all... keep that white light surrounding us please...
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Today is Sunday, December 4th
Twenty two years ago today, we lost Daddy to a prolonged illness. I was working for Apple, living in DC at the time and altho' I hopped on a puddle jumper; I didn't make it home in time to say good bye. Daddy had been in a beautiful hospice facility in Branford, Ct. for about a week. I had gone home to Ct. for Thanksgiving and seen that Daddy's care was about to kill my Mom. She wasn't able to sleep at all & was running ragged because of Daddy's needs. She was exhausted & becoming frail. I called their Doctor and insisted that she needed relief and Daddy was ultimately transported to hospice. He was 78, not really cognizant of his circumstances any longer. His body had been just plain wearing out but he died of an aneurism.
Dad & Mom were married 44 years and together as a couple 49 years. They waited until the Second World War was over to marry on November 26th, 1945.
Mom was 33 when Johnny was born, 36 when I was born and 37.5 when Cenz arrived. Daddy was two years older than Mom. So, they played catch up as they started a family with 3 kids in 5 years. All of Mom's 4 siblings did the same so, there were always lots of cousins around and family gatherings were huge and full of fun, food and music. Grandpa Saggio played the mandolin, the guitar and a 'squeeze box' and we all sang.... Mom's twin, Aunt Etta, had twin boys, Paul & Vinny (Johnny's age) and Bobby was my age. So, I loved and was always comfortable being surrounded by boys. As children we spent our summers together on the West Haven shore of Long Island sound.
At 16, Uncle Johnny taught me how to drive an automatic on his big Oldsmobile 66. He was patient and easy and I learned in the parking lot of Eli Whitney school. I started to learn to drive a stick on Johnny's gorgeous white MGA with red interior; poor Johnny. I was 16, he was 18 and we were Italian hot heads... I know I ground those gears mercilessly in order to learn that delicate balance. I remember being stuck on a little hill near our house... I couldn't get the clutch and the gas to balance so, I could stop on the hill & we screamed at each other until I jumped out of the car and walked home. What Johnny & I learned was that I needed to take standard driving lessons on someone else's car, so I did... I loved my Johnny but we butted heads a lot growing up as most kids do. He was just old enough to be too cool to hang with a kid sister. When I graduated from high school and bought my dream car, my '64
British racing green with yellow racing striped TR4, my cousins taught me how to tune it up. They were car guys. Paul had a Morgan and Vinny had an XKE ( or vice versa, after all they were identical twins). I had convinced my parents that I was responsible enough to handle all the expenses; found an insurance co. to insure my car as a compact car (if my family switched over too, ai yi yi ) and never mind that Johnny had crashed his MGA, since no one had been injured. Daddy was putty in my unrelenting hands.... anyway, I was Daddy's girl. I learned to love football and baseball 'cause that meant I would spend time with Daddy. As a child when I went to my monthly orthodontist visits to adjust my retainer, Daddy always took me and we'd go to Hasselbach's, the old fashioned New Haven ice cream parlor, for a hot fudge sundae. I also loved to go with Daddy to watch him play tennis at the Yale courts on Sat. mornings. Those were special times for me and what I choose to remember as I reflect on my Dad....for he was conflicted, plagued by a chemical imbalance which was never properly diagnosed as what we call bipolar today. What a waste... but when he was functioning he had a tenor voice that was astounding, a love for education and big embracing arms that made me feel so safe and warm... I loved being with him and I miss the essence of him so. I think he & T would have gotten along well after they sniffed each other out... I wish they would have known each other.
Wow... didn't expect to write about any of that... interesting how our minds work. I awoke from a deep sleep and knew I needed to write.... Jim, I wanted to use the word penultimate but all I can think of next is sleep...which is elusive...
Tracy was so good Friday... he was energetic and happy. Did I jinx him? I remarked that he was doing so well even at his nadir. It seemed within a few hours... he was feeling really punky... aching and queasy. So after a restless night, he spent Sat. morning in bed and basically, rested most of the day. I came home from my open house, wanting to make a cream of broccoli soup but I realized that would have been for me. T needed something much more bland so, in went the chicken pot pie - his choice.... a long way from an Italian dinner shared with Gary & Deanna in Saratoga which we reluctantly canceled. An early evening, and here I am awake in the middle of the night. Oh well... life is good. T is here. Have a laugh... I just found this photo...
Keep sending the white light to surround our T, please.
Dad & Mom were married 44 years and together as a couple 49 years. They waited until the Second World War was over to marry on November 26th, 1945.
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| Mom & Dad 11.26.45 |
Mom was 33 when Johnny was born, 36 when I was born and 37.5 when Cenz arrived. Daddy was two years older than Mom. So, they played catch up as they started a family with 3 kids in 5 years. All of Mom's 4 siblings did the same so, there were always lots of cousins around and family gatherings were huge and full of fun, food and music. Grandpa Saggio played the mandolin, the guitar and a 'squeeze box' and we all sang.... Mom's twin, Aunt Etta, had twin boys, Paul & Vinny (Johnny's age) and Bobby was my age. So, I loved and was always comfortable being surrounded by boys. As children we spent our summers together on the West Haven shore of Long Island sound.
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| Summer '67 |
British racing green with yellow racing striped TR4, my cousins taught me how to tune it up. They were car guys. Paul had a Morgan and Vinny had an XKE ( or vice versa, after all they were identical twins). I had convinced my parents that I was responsible enough to handle all the expenses; found an insurance co. to insure my car as a compact car (if my family switched over too, ai yi yi ) and never mind that Johnny had crashed his MGA, since no one had been injured. Daddy was putty in my unrelenting hands.... anyway, I was Daddy's girl. I learned to love football and baseball 'cause that meant I would spend time with Daddy. As a child when I went to my monthly orthodontist visits to adjust my retainer, Daddy always took me and we'd go to Hasselbach's, the old fashioned New Haven ice cream parlor, for a hot fudge sundae. I also loved to go with Daddy to watch him play tennis at the Yale courts on Sat. mornings. Those were special times for me and what I choose to remember as I reflect on my Dad....for he was conflicted, plagued by a chemical imbalance which was never properly diagnosed as what we call bipolar today. What a waste... but when he was functioning he had a tenor voice that was astounding, a love for education and big embracing arms that made me feel so safe and warm... I loved being with him and I miss the essence of him so. I think he & T would have gotten along well after they sniffed each other out... I wish they would have known each other.
Wow... didn't expect to write about any of that... interesting how our minds work. I awoke from a deep sleep and knew I needed to write.... Jim, I wanted to use the word penultimate but all I can think of next is sleep...which is elusive...
Tracy was so good Friday... he was energetic and happy. Did I jinx him? I remarked that he was doing so well even at his nadir. It seemed within a few hours... he was feeling really punky... aching and queasy. So after a restless night, he spent Sat. morning in bed and basically, rested most of the day. I came home from my open house, wanting to make a cream of broccoli soup but I realized that would have been for me. T needed something much more bland so, in went the chicken pot pie - his choice.... a long way from an Italian dinner shared with Gary & Deanna in Saratoga which we reluctantly canceled. An early evening, and here I am awake in the middle of the night. Oh well... life is good. T is here. Have a laugh... I just found this photo...
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| Hamden High Twirler |
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Today is Thursday, December 1st
It's the first day of the holiday season! Oh how I adore this season... really it started the week before Thanksgiving... I think back and forward and relish the fact that we've overcome and we're here now....
Life is for the brave and the caring few who would try to live at all costs...
I am thankful for the breath I take every morning and that my husband, my T, awakes next to me and asks, " will you walk with us this morning?"
I am thankful for the puzzles I see in every corner of life and seek to resolve...
I am thankful for the family and friends who trust in us and share their time with us...
I am thankful for your prayers... which keep my love alive... and in good spirits with his quick wit... don't hesitate to call... he's here and he loves you all...
Life is for the brave and the caring few who would try to live at all costs...
I am thankful for the breath I take every morning and that my husband, my T, awakes next to me and asks, " will you walk with us this morning?"
I am thankful for the puzzles I see in every corner of life and seek to resolve...
I am thankful for the family and friends who trust in us and share their time with us...
I am thankful for your prayers... which keep my love alive... and in good spirits with his quick wit... don't hesitate to call... he's here and he loves you all...
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