also from the illustrious city of Spokane (isn't THAT a weird
coincidence! Mike and I met in Seattle!), happily for her,
Sheri did not acquire the Spokane accent (although an occasional
Canuck sound pops "oot"). And even Sheri, herself,
cannot tell you how, when or why she picked-up "y'all"
— nevertheless it does seem a permanent fixture of her
diction. (She was once enthusiastically embraced by a man
who cried, "Fellah sothenah!") Like one of those
mysteries on "Tales of the Unknown," she seems only
to live in cities that start with "S" — Spokane,
Seattle, San Diego. Syracuse must be next. (If not Sicily,
where it looks like her adopted mother might be from.)
dyslexic, numercy-idiot-yet-logic-idiot-savant, failed novelist
(her writings are all wild, weird and evidently "unpublishable"
— look out! self-publishing options on the Web!), failed
singer (she lost what was once a beautiful soprano voice),
opera-fan, sloppy chef extraordinare, mini-anthropologist
(well...food, clothes, jewelry, tchotchkes...) and more, she
has extensively traveled to most of her favorite places (yet
not enough!), butchering at least six different languages
around the world.
San Diegan home, affectionately nicknamed the "Cajun
Cottage" by a dear friend due to its visual cacophony,
is her back-up desperado business venture. If Delfini fails
(not!) and UCSD cannot cope with her (maybe!), she will be
able to throw open her door and have a big sale of ethnic
artifacts — mainly Indonesian, Mexican, Afghani and
African. A riotous mix...
she used to be blinder than a bat...or a Mike Stuart...(Lasik
surgery — hoorah!), she will not drive in San Diego,
let alone walk where pedestrians are a safari-hunting game-sport.
ditched a potentially un-lucrative, yet brilliant career in
medieval English, when she realized she would tumble down
a rabbit hole with no bottom in sight. (How many people, in
their undergraduate year as a junior, proceed to spend a year
and a half of intensive time mastering a language that exists
in only four poems?! When she got to the point where she was
starting to find translators for Middle English articles written
in Japanese, she knew she'd gone over the top...er, off the
cliff. Insanity was only a tippy-toe step away...if not already
loves to dance (weirdly having picked up a Persian-style from
her Turkish dancing friend — figure that), and can on
occasion be sited from her neighbor's window, spinning madly
in her kitchen because her San Diegan home is too tiny for
learned oil-painting several years ago on a week-end and has
polluted numerous canvases. ("What is your style???"
someone once asked). And she is obviously incapable of
e-drawing a reasonable dolphinesque dolphin (-esque being
her favored suffix — Mike-istic style).
San Diego has much beauty — and who can't love this
warmth and sun! — she is a little homesick and misses
trees, rain and birdies — and especially muchisimo beloved
friends, like the Mikes!
to the Cosmic Pony and stray-cat Bodhisattva mentioned on
the Delfini FAQ page, these are
her pets. Maybe one day she will reveal, on Web, the secrets
of the Cosmic (Trickster-god) Pony, but the story behind the
Bodhisattva is that she purchased a beautiful Buddha in San
Diego long-distance from Seattle (we never claimed she was
smart). A bate-and-switch occurred. And a $700 dollar, termite-ridden,
Boy-George-esque six foot statue became hers, all hers!!!
(The termite is no longer a pet.) Still...it's better than
Mike is the elfin in Delfini —
then Sheri must be the remainders, Di.
(Hmm. That doesn't work really well. Okay, the id
in Delfini? O just forget it...)
As Sheri is fond of saying,
"All models are wrong."
feels she is blessed in many things (and feels somewhat ridiculous
writing this since she is the one doing the writing —
which is instantly recognizable as hers by its wordiness and
massive-istic adjectives and parentheticals — ah! so
a style after all! And this is the simplification queen!?!?
Yeah, well, I never said it came easily!)
some of the blessings — the best friends on the planet
who are family to her; her ex-Mike who is family and beloved
always; her gorgeous and insightful step-daughter, Lisa; her
sweeter-than-the-universe mom, Nancy;
never ex-mother-in-law she loves so, Eileen, and deceased
father-in-law, Tom, who was always so good to her; her very
beloved deceased dad, Sam (and others); this amazing, rewarding
work and the wonderful Dr. Ted Ganiats and her partner, the
darling "Dr. Darling," Mike Stuart, without whom
she'd never have had the chance to help people in the way
she believes she is doing. Other blessings too, but this will
do for now. (Fantasies can be very, very lovely indeed, and
dreams really can come true.)
you know, our real value equation is that
we want to help people, we want to have fun, we want to give
fun, we love, we work, we like to create— we wish to
serve. We wish to liberate, illuminate, simplify and inspire
(well, maybe not on this page...) And while we are very, very
sweet, we do have very wicked senses of humor! Ride
on, Cosmic Pony, ride on; Cosmic Pony ole~!