So gratifying that you have realized your true calling. The man behind the artist.

Another check on that bucket list!

Schlepping becomes you!

Love it! You've always been the Steadman to her Oprah! ;)
Jo's art is profound and powerful. . . . so excoted for you both!

In my business we call that a roadie :)

Nothing wrong with schlepping for the right person.

A great blog, humor and love all in one. Also, Welcome back!!

Love it. I used to joke about being a schlepper, that I can fit my whole house in my pocketbook. Now, I hate schlepping anything-I carry a very small bag. With age comes wisdom and a desire not to schlep.

Forevet up, but Joanne makes it esdy

Let's put things in perspective here . I would schlep to the end of the universe for certain people . Joanne and Fred being included . I was born to schlep. I resent the inept and or stupid connotation that goes along with it . I have raised 7 kids . Talk about a schlep ! From 1969 thru present day . Last week I schlepped a pair of football cleats to Fedex to send to my Marine Lieutenant in Quantico . The junior officers were playing the senior officers in a tackle football game . Luke scored a TD with those cleats. But they lost . Over the years.... School lunches forgotten in the kitchen....baseball gloves....... Basketball shoes .....uniforms..... Term papers ..... Etc. The problem compounded by a 15 mile one way trip down the mountain . I schlepped 20 pound sides of beef in the cargo hold of 4 engine jets from Brazil to Portugal ( where a good steak was hard to come by ) I schlepped canolis from Rome to Archer's house in Roslyn . I schlepped brass candle sticks from Cairo to my home in California . I've schlepped kids to each of the 7 continents . Life is one big schlepp if you think about it .

Hollander sends

Wonderful post. My husband refers to himself as my Sherpa. Especially when we travel. He's always there to help me schlep my luggage, and everything else.