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June 30, 2009

THIS ONE IS FOR YOU KATHERINE

Filed under: The Uncategorized Parts of my life blog — admin @ 11:07 am
THIS ONE IS FOR YOU KATHERINE

So my friend Katherine emails me last weekend and asks me why I have not written about Michael Jackson.I brushed it off as ,yes ,it was sad news but it just had not hit me yet.

This morning my future daughter in law Steph emails me about this Doppelgänger going around the banks in Carleton Place impersonating me and even carrying on conversations with Brooke Guthrie about my sons future wedding.Darn Doppelgängers..Brooke swears it was me.

So I look up the word in Wikipedia and read this.

Doppelgänger ( pronunciation (help·info)), or “Fetch”, is the ghostly double of a living person, a sinister form of bilocation.
In the vernacular, “Doppelgänger” has come to refer (as in German) to any double or look-alike of a person. The word is also used to describe the sensation of having glimpsed oneself in peripheral vision, in a position where there is no chance that it could have been a reflection. They are generally regarded as harbingers of bad luck. In some traditions, a doppelgänger seen by a person’s friends or relatives portends illness or danger, while seeing ones own doppelgänger is an omen of death. In Norse mythology, a vardøger is a ghostly double who precedes a living person and is seen performing their actions in advance.
Great, I am going to be following Jackson’s footsteps next and thought about how many Doppelgängers Michael had .Suddenly I had the urge to go watch some of his music on youtube.I watched song after song while I packed and got really sad. Every time I played one song I could relate to where I was and what I was doing.I lost touch with his music after his shenanigans and never looked back.I embraced Madonna, Spice Girls,and a whole lot of dance music including my favourite, Lady Gaga now.That is not to say I do not like other music.Most people that know me know I hold no devotion to one type of music.I love it all.

My stores Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles (1974-1997) catered to all sorts of music people.I had the huge WALL OF SHAME behind the counter where celebrities had signed something and we taped them all to the wall and it was a almost like a tourist attraction.Some of those people were nice ,some not so nice.I remember one day some members of Metallica graced the store and I asked the singer James Hatfield if it was fun being a roadie as I didn’t recognize him.He really went off on me and I simply said,

“Well I guess I am not on the guest list tonight” :)

I think my very first crush on a musician besides The Beatles was Leonard Cohen.I was taking fashion design classes in Montreal in the 60’s and would sit in the CNR railroad station for hours and read his books.I played his songs on the piano and just sing and sing in my cat scratching voice. I just hoped one day he would walk by me sitting on that bench that I sat on every day waiting for my ride home.Yes, in my dreams,I dreamed he would come up to me and say he had been looking for me all his life and that I was his new Suzanne.:)

Twenty two years later I was sitting on a plane going to Los Angeles to a Music Convention and there he was.Leonard was sitting in first class and I changed seats so I could sit in the aisle seat and catch a glimpse of him every time the stewardess moved the curtain.Granted he was sitting with a 19 year old who I knew was not his daughter and figured that was his Suzanne du jour,but my heart was just jumping.

I got off the plane and waited for my luggage and there standing next to me was Leonard and his ahhh ‘muse”.I held nothing back.I grabbed his hand and said,

“Mr Cohen I have worshiped you since the 60’s.”

He smiled and said,
“My dear the years have been kind to you”

(insert car brakes here)

Years??

Yes , it had been years.Just like Michael Jackson.It has been years and years of growing up with Michael.Every song made your toe tap and now I am sad,very sad that he has passed.Michael’s music has been part of my life and always will be.If you do not miss him now you will some day when you hear one of tunes.

Moonwalk on Michael, we will miss you.

Linda Seccaspina
copyright 2009

June 17, 2009

I am failing in Communication

Filed under: The Uncategorized Parts of my life blog — admin @ 11:29 pm

 am Failing in Communication
For as long as I have had the star system rule my life on EBay I have always had a very high score on “communication”.Anyone that knows me knows that I never stop talking and it works the same way on the Internet.
When I sell something I invoice,I send a friendly delivery confirmation email and I also write a personal hand written note with each purchase.The only thing I do not do is follow the package riding shot gun in the USPS truck and knock on the door and give them a hug.Of course if that was even remotely possible I would do that too.

I am as friendly as they come.Heck, some woman called tonight and it was a wrong number and I even had a brief conversation with her.I communicate very well,in fact I LOVE to communicate.So why has my 4.97 star dropped to 4.88 faster than speeding light and nothing in weeks has raised it? It is a red nasty bar staring me in the face like I have done something really wrong.I know I have not.. so where’s the beef?:)

As far as I can remember I have always loved the art of conversation.In fact there is a an old wives tale in southern Quebec that the Chatty Cathy doll was designed after me.Same square block cut blonde hair and smocked dress.Same gleaming white teeth and incessant blinking eyes.The only difference is no one had to pull a string on my neck to talk.No one had to change my batteries to keep my mouth going. It was the mouth that never stopped.

It told stories,it tried to sing,it cried and occasionally I wet my pants as I was too busy talking to go to the bathroom.It even had accents some days.It seemed to change from a British accent to a New Englander ‘ayah” to a droning whine.

It did public speaking,it debated, and it protested at Vietnam War protests.It sang Beatle songs,hymns and spoke french.It always had a story to tell.According to my grandmother it interrupted every Lawrence Welk show on every Saturday night that she could remember.But she never scolded me and always told me if I did not ask questions I would not learn anything.

So what have I done wrong to acquire this awful red bar? I have read that to be a good communicator you should make small talk about the weather or sports or the movies.Being Canadian we always talk about the weather.Its always at least the second or third thing we ask anyone when we have a conversation.So maybe that is my problem.Next time I send out a shipping email I will ask them about the weather.Let’s see if that makes the red bar disappear..:)

Linda Seccaspina
copyright 2009
Savannah Devilles.

June 10, 2009

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A COLD

Filed under: Sewing Patterns of My Life Blog — Savannah @ 5:49 pm
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A COLD
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A COLD

Steve came home from work Friday night with the ’sneezies”. He never gets sick and I assumed it was allergies.He sneezed off and on through Saturday and part of Sunday and we assumed the Airborne would take care of it.After all he is Steve,the smoker that is never sick.I asked him if anyone at the office had a cold and he said no.I keep forgetting about the hundreds of people that he sits with every day on BART.When I go out I adorn my all black “uniform’ with a huge bright hot pink and orange fleece scarf.I often put it over my mouth.I have not had a cold in 1.5 years and attribute the scarf to not getting sick.Okay that is probably a lot of malarkey,but Id like to think it had some merit.

So Sunday evening comes,he is not sneezing anymore.Monday morning comes and I wake up to ears that feel like they are going to explode and a throat that is on fire.I let out a huge sigh and know I am in for it.If someone has a cold it runs its course.If I get a cold because of my horrible immune system I get it ten fold.And ten fold it was and then some.
Monday and Tuesdays are fourteen hour work days and I had to post items that had formerly belonged to a smoker. I thought I was going to heave most of the day and I graduated from Kleenex to paper towels.The Kleenex would no longer hold the volume of liquids coming out of my nose.Tuesday was the exact replica of Monday and I had to pack huge ‘will not fit in boxes” purses so a lot of creative time consuming packing had to be done.I was also asked by the Post Office Lady if I considered that I might have the Swine Flu.I shot her a look through my soaking wet hair with my face looking much like a horror movie victim.

When you have my job,time marches on and no laying in bed is allowed.I had to go to the city today to look for things.I got up feeling just awful and did more creative purse packing (its like a curse this week).I started coughing up flem.I looked and saw it was brown and always remembered my father saying it is a good thing if it is brown.Okay Arthur, we will take that as an improvement sign.I opened up the hatch to get some air in the loft to let the sickness out.My grandmother Mary Knight used to do that all the time.It could be 100 degrees below zero and she would tell me to help her open the windows to let the sickness out.So laugh if you must but the sickness was let out this morning.:)

I walked to the Post Office pushing at least 40 pounds of stuff uphill.In my mind I thought if this was the 80’s I would have a head band on and I wouldn’t have sweat dripping down my face at this point.Miss Ella was there and she looked at me as if I was going to die and people were shooting me nasty looks from behind me in line knowing I was going to hold the line up for 15 minutes.I brought out my huge box of Kleenex and started to blow my nose and cough and boy did that line back up near the door in fright in record time.Someone asked me again if I thought I had the swine flu..

Twenty minutes later I get on Bart,and make it uptown where the man at Half Price Books asked me if I really thought I should be out.I look at him and start walking around the store and start sneezing so much I pee my pants.Note to self..Must do laundry running out of pants and and underwear from sneezing incessantly.

Got to the city and had a fruit plate at McDonald’s and even the homeless wouldn’t sit near me today.Usually one of the regulars has a story or two to tell me and I hand them a dollar for their “brilliant” storytelling so they can get something to eat.There is NO one on this earth I do not chat with.:)

I walk up the street and the thrift shops are not helping my cold.Nothing like a store full of allergy and bacteria related items to encourage more.
I start sneezing so hard I pee my pants again.Thank goodness I always wear black.

I decide there just is nothing out there today and I make my way to the outside down Escalator at Bart.I see a small film crew at the top of the 64 stairs.I know there are 64 stairs. I have counted them so many times with my cart when the escalator isn’t working.As I make my way downstairs on the escalator I see some really bad acting going on on the stairs.Some actress pretending to pull her heavy suitcase up the stairs and jumping in “pretend ” fright as a icky looking young male in a pimp hat and wife beater shirt asks if he can help her.I can smell the beginnings of a porn movie being made in five seconds flat.Yes the acting was that bad:)I approach the bottom of the escalator nose running,pants wet,and my nose feeling like it is going to fall off.I see the VIVID ENTERTAINMENT written on the crew boxes and know my assumption of the type of film being made was right.All of a sudden I sneeze so hard I have nose liquid dripping down my clevage.

A film crew hand approaches me and another person and asks if we want to be extras at the bottom of the stairs for five minutes.I stand there pants soaking,nose and cleavage glistening,pockets full of Kleenex, and a face according to everyone that looks like I have the Swine flu and just dryly say to him.

“ahh so what are you filming?”
“Let me guess..it has to be a comedy if you want me right now”

With that I give him a look ,rotate around and walk towards the subway hoping I can get home without getting diaper rash. :)

Linda Seccaspina
copyright June 2009
Savannah Devilles


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