Suzy Says

Textbook Ephemeral

   Aug 22

About Me

“If you want to know all about Andy Warhol, just look at the surface of my paintings and films and me, there I am. There’s nothing behind it.” — Andy Warhol

Same goes for me. Just read my blog. Questions? Comments? Want to send me a present but don’t know how? E-mail me at sjpeakall AT gmail Dot com for a swift and witty reply.

In case you’re wondering who the other cast members are in the dramedy of my life, they are:

Megan: My sister and best friend. Former EMT who now works at the local hospital’s ER. Not afraid of anything but snakes. Married for 24 years and counting to:

Rob, our brother’s best friend and partner in crime since they were nine years old. He can make anything out of nothing, and probably rues the day his incompetent sister-in-law moved in next door.

Jonathan: My brother. Volunteer fire fighter, teacher, and all-around genius. Lives off the grid about a quarter of a mile away from my sister and me.

Our parents are both dead, as are our grandparents and only aunt. We never had any uncles or cousins, so we’re a small, but close, unit.

Mark: My hard-working landlord and next door neighbor. Husband to Citlali, who is Rose’s daughter. Rose and James lived in my quirky house until their deaths. James built it himself out of redwood.

Jessica: My amazing friend Erica’s brilliant 12 year old daughter. They are two of the smartest and most delightful people I know.

Schatzi: Megan and Rob’s beautiful brindled pit bull mix who disappeared in August 2013 at the age of nearly 16. She was always a stubborn dog and more in touch with nature than being a house pet. She was a rare and beautiful spirit who will always be loved and missed.

Star: Megan and Rob’s beautiful black pit bull mix. Megan and I made a long and memorable trip to Colusa to rescue her one fine spring day and she has never looked back. She has Megan trained pretty well now.

Stella: Stella came our way a few months after Schatzi’s death – with 11 puppies. Homes were found for all the puppies, and Megan and Rob fostered Stella, fell in love with her, and adopted her. She and Star love each other.

Audrey: My beautiful, adventurous tabby cat. A bewitching bundle of cuteness and naughtiness in one furry package. Sister to:

June, aka The Beautiful June Bug, who vanished on the night of June 4, 2010, to my ever-lasting grief and regret. I keep Audrey in at night now.

Henry, aka Henry Etta James: The stray cat I fed for nearly three years in Oakland. When I moved to Hooterville, I brought him with me. He turned out to be a very old lady, and died in his/her sleep on April 2, 2010. She is buried under a tree at my brother’s place, and I say hello to her every time I’m there.

Clyde and Roscoe: Cat brothers born on June 8, 2010. I adopted them late in August, when it was obvious that the beloved June was gone forever. I thought they’d be company for Audrey, but they drive her crazy instead.

Roscoe disappeared on December 2, 2015, leaving a huge hole in my heart and home. I love you, sweet boy.

Hooterville: A small town of 168 people (according to the official sign) on the Northern California coast. I live about 5 miles from downtown Hooterville, which consists of a grocery store, post office, and hardware store.

If you dig back in my archives, you may come across John, aka Rufus, my ex-husband. We separated after fifteen years of marriage, and took another ten to do the final paperwork. Why rush these things? We’re still friends.

Things I want to do before it’s too late:

Ring the opening bell on Wall Street.

Attend Fashion Week.

Be presented to the Queen.

Be a blind item on Page Six.

Say “Follow that car!”

Go to a game in every major league ballpark in the country.

Be a socialite.

Live in a hotel.

Go to the Vanity Fair Oscars party.

Be completely honest for one day.

Take the Orient Express all the way to Istanbul.

Be a philanthropist.

Go without computer, TV and cellphone use for a month. Or even a week.

Run barefoot through the grass.

Be published. (Can I cross this off after having two articles published in a magazine?)

Have a library. With one of those rolling ladders.

Go to cooking school, like in “Sabrina”.

Walk across the Golden Gate Bridge – and back.

Pick strawberries in the sunshine near Santa Cruz.

Move back to San Francisco.

Be a role model (instead of an Awful Warning).

Learn to type.

Touch each continent, even the icky ones.

Retire.

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2 Comments

  1. Joy Fielder says:

    Like your Website. Hope there will be lots to read upon my return!!

    jx

  2. Michelle Britton says:

    Hello Suzy!

    I have been reading your writing and have enjoyed it immensely! I am a teacher and plan on using your 100 word works as mentor text for my students to emulate text from. I hope that you don’t mind! These will be wonderful small chunks of text for my kiddos to get their feet wet before we venture into our Feature Articles on expert topics!

    Are you interested at all in Skyping with my classes? I teach 5th grade English and Language Arts. I think it would be great to chat with you and have some inquiry on what you do, how you became published, and much more considering the writer you are!

    P.S. I absolutely love California (especially San Fran) and knew right away from your descriptions that is where you were from or near!

    Thank you for your time,
    Michelle Britton

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