Thursday, March 31, 2016

I haven't written here for years.  It's like an old dark country house I used to visit, thinking someday I might even plant a garden here, put up some curtains, and make it home.  Never happened.  Resentment must still be seething from my mantra.  "Comon, I had a blog before the word blog was even invented!  But now it's time to get over that.

Today is our 24th anniversary and my last married year before I turn 50.  Growing up, I always thought 50 year old women were grandmothers, not moms of 10 year old children like I am.  I also thought it was too depressing to have kids too early, so I started late, never thinking about how it might cramp my style to be a middle age mom of an elementary school kid.  Many of my friends who had kids early have the parenting part out of the way.  I'm in no way resentful.  In fact, I wouldn't want it any other way.

My life is one big mixup of  the war between literature and litigation, between writing memoir and rental management.  And now tax season looms.

Monday, April 29, 2013

"If your tired of starting over stop giving up."

Attn: Jeff Dotson, CFO/CIO at Shapes Total Fitness for Women, Tampa

Dear Mr. Dotson,
Here is a lovely photo of the motivational quote on the back wall of your Bee Ridge fitness club.

"If your tired of starting over stop giving up."

I realize we are all trying to get rid of the tire around our waist...
I have politely pointed out the spelling error to Crunch employees for over 6 months.

This letter is to attest to the fact that you, Mr. Dotson, stated to me that the above grammatically incorrect sentence has been approved by your corporate offices and will not be taken down because your company wants to foster an environment of "No Judgements/ No Judgments."

No, this is not an alternative English spelling issue.

My requests to admit your error and improve your intellectual image were met by both you and others in your corporate office with defensive and even offensive responses.

"This isn't a library, lady."
"Who cares, anyhow?"

Quite frankly, many of us do care.

A prompt response would be appreciated. If a higher up corporate entity wishes to chime in, I welcome that.

And you think your tired.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Blame the half a cup of coffee. Blame the hard work that has paid off thus far.
 I had an epiphany.
We have three kids ages 13 11 and 7. We have a 50 foot aluminum sloop.
We have investments which will, if we work hard for another XX amount of months and organize well, will allow for cash flow. Where am I getting? I smell a cruise on the horizon. I say 2 maybe three years max. All three kids, Achim and I back Out There. It was meant to be.
You can take the technomad and make her stationary for awhile, but the techno will sooner or later turn her mad until the NO-mad rears her head again. Everything will be Different, of course. It's a different world, politically, technologically, economically... and my family is different, too. Bigger, for one thing. One main difference is, when you have something to conserve, one does become more.. conservative. I have no need for complete open endedness.
I may even create a "schedule" or itinerary, complete with a date for completion.
 Always thought that sounded sucky.
Now it gives the cruise a kind of segmented quality that allows for the specialness of the lifestyle to come to the forefront, since you know it's temporary. I'm thinking one year. We likely won't visit the natives or do anything too insane like a northwest passage. But I will get my kids off the traditional grid and have us living in close quarters experiencing that lifestyle together, and they can either reject it or embrace it. I guess I wanted to let you know that the seed was planted and I'm going to integrate that seed into my next year's plannings.
 My kids are in a special full time gifted school and I want to integrate the experience with their education (as if that could somehow be severed anyhow).

Love, an original Technomads (1996) Erika Ginsberg-Klemmt
don't be fooled by the pic... we haven't done much sailing together since this photo from 6/11.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

What a journey.
I've been spared.
Whether I believe in a guardian angel or not doesn't matter: an angel saved me from death.
My naivity would have killed me.
We bought a condo and I was in the attic.
The previous owner had left lots of stuff in the attic and I was getting the stuff out.
No one,
no one,
no one has ever told me:
you can't just walk anywhere in an attic.
One minute I was hovered over a box, the next second the floor/ceiling caved in under my weight and I was face down on the living room floor. All the weight taken by my jaw.
I've smashed four or more molars, we won't know for a month because my jaw was fractured in 2 places and needed to be wired shut.

I hadn't been 48 hours back from my fantastc three week trip to Austria.

I didn't mention the 8 stitches to my chin and that my front tooth went through my lower lip, bending it in so much as likely to need root canal.

I am in a peacful painful place. Gratitutde is pouring from every cell as I heal.
I love life with a deep intensity and greatfulness.
Love has flowed from every crevice of this great earth to help me heal.
I feel so much luck.
If I had fallen any other way on my head, you wouldn't want to know what state I would be in. Today, Facebook is Mine. It's my Face. It's my life. I could cry my beautiful 5 year old daughter to sleep in my arms in the kitchen tonight. I could make love to my incredible husband. Yes, I recommend everyone break their jaw if that's what it takes to feel this...
PRAISE be to LIFE!

Monday, January 24, 2011

letter I received from an old copain


Since I'm on FB, I've wanted to share a letter I received from an old boyfriend to whom I sent one of my good ol' newsletters:
Paris September 6, 1986
Erika, I'm sorry, but I'm very disappointed by this letter-writing system: I don't like being taken "en masse," with a letter which does not reflect a relationship between TWO PEOPLE.
I understand that this is an American methode, but I truly disapprove! (especially type-written)
How could you send a letter to several people, even though each person is so different in their complicity and in personality.
I send you kisses nonetheless, but I will only respond again if you write to me like a human being and non like a number. Kiss on the cheek, Laurent

So: here's my personal message to you, Laurent: Have we come a long way, baby?

Friday, December 31, 2010

Jammin to Common Sense, summer 2009. Totally unchronological. So what.
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