Can You Say Salazare?

Month of Daily Downloads No. 7

The original postcard is below but I actually prefer my dark frame treatment....

I picked this Paris card cause I love the seafoam green in the Mansard roof. That shade of green is so soothing. Another reason I like this image is because it reminds me of an 'aha' moment I had in Paris: I realized that when the Frenchman kept saying Salazare, he was referring to the Saint Lazare train station. Just as we run our speech together (whatcha doing?) so do other folks. So, in French, the Saint has no 't' and is pronounced more like 'son.' But when  paired with Lazare, it becomes Salazare. So I was Miss LaDeDa walking the streets of Paris heading for Salazare when all those American tourists were lost looking for some saint:) Such moments of passing myself off as a French person are priceless!ha! Same thing when I went to Rouen and learned that Joan of Arc, known as Jeanne d'Arc in France, is pronounced John Dar with a soft J. Along with passing myself off as a Francophone, I can draw (or is that 'drawl') on my 30 years of living in Texas, throw in a few y'alls and I reckon and pass myself off as being tri-lingual: speaking French, English and Texan:)

thank you for putting up with what passes for  my humor. and merci BEAUCOUP for all your prayers and well wishes in regard to my nephew. my brother and I are in  a heart-rending limbo....just waiting and hoping that the next call from the police will not be dire news.
the last call i had was from a policeman at portland international airport. my nephew refused to talk to me and it made me so angry and so hurt ... the officer said: he's doing fine. he's eating a sandwich. i don't see that he's in any imminent  danger to himself or others. there's nothing i can do to hold him. that was on thursday and since then he has gone through $600 cash.
we had reason to believe that he was going to get on a bus and go to texas to see his mother. but 4 days later, imagine my surprise when i checked his bank account and saw he had made 5 little purchases at a chevron gas station in Gresham, a Portland suburb. the manager at the station checked her security film and pinpointed his purchases at 2:45 in the morning!
did i mention  he is on crutches?! during the ice storm, a few days after i fell and broke my arm, he fell and injured his hip....how he has been managing living on the streets, i don't know. our only hope is that when he taps out the last of his money from his bank account, that then he will be willing to talk to us again....since he speaks coherently and doesn't talk about smiling demons to the police officers like he did to me, they say he is 'fine.' he is not breaking any laws.......our society is RE-active, not PRO-active and that's a sad thing.

Collage by Wax Beach Artist
As I mentioned before, there's much I want to share with you --- in the midst of this personal family  turmoil, I have had some wonderfully encouraging, inspiring artful connections from around the world. Alas, my arm limits how much I can accomplish in a day. But I promise, I'll get caught up! It may take awhile. Fortunately, there's no expiration on all these good things to pass on to you:) But one thing I don't want to wait on any longer is this: I just gotta give a shout out to Connie, the Wax Beach Artist. Connie has some physical challenges that make my broken arm seem like a hang nail. Due to neurological damage sustained in a car accident, everything she experiences is EXTREME. She explains how her body perceives any outside stimulus in this post but she's not letting this medical condition stop her dreams. Her life is like her art: altered. So instead of having a brick and mortar shop as she dreamed about, she recently took the plunge and opened an online store on Etsy called Vintage Sea. Check out her blog. Visit her store. You're gonna like it! Along with the sea influences, you'll find touches of Paris!!