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My captor is a 3-year-old who again won’t nap, but who needs to desperately. He was falling asleep in his tracks until he got to his room and then suddenly his evil twin Skippy came out to play. Jazz Fest sounds waft through the air and here we are, in a battle royale called nap wars. The last threat is we won’t go to Jazz Fest unless you stay in your bed – so guess…
At the beginning of this year I had a creative spurt so strong I was scaring myself. I looked around and saw so many endeavors, businesses, ideas, I was on fire – most of these ideas centered on other people’s businesses. And then I hit a lull when my hair fell out but this is only a reorganization (truly). One thing for sure is in looking around I am beginning to see creative spirits on…
Tin just turned three but naps that were so programmed have become a battleground. He came home today early from school with his sitter, catching me trying to get the groceries done before but no dice. Turns out he was sick, had had diarrhea in his pants and began taking them off and got that all over his bed etc. You know the drill – any of you mothers out there. But since he had…
A friend corrected me – the Super Moon is tomorrow night. And so I went online to read about it and the first link was from Fox News and since I would never even repeat anything that Fox News said I was going to go to another link when I spotted what Fox News reported – the notion of people doing weird things just because it’s a full moon is folklore – um, earth to…
There is a super moon rising tonight. My friend text from Florida saying to go out on the bayou and have a moon party. I’ve been feeling pulled in many directions and now I know why – a super moon. Tin came home from school having had diarrhea in his pants and is now with a sore throat and under the covers in bed. Jazz Fest – don’t think so. Deep breath.
It’s Jazz Fest time, usually my favorite time of the year, and I’m a bit crabby or disinterested or both. Hard to say. My usual friendships feel abrasive, the crowds at Jazz Fest too excessive, and yet I’m humbled by what really pleases me these days. I’m ready to set up the family pool in the backyard and have afternoons of just hanging, chilling, and being contained in our postage stamp of a yard. But…
Last year about this time one of my longtime sources was hanging out his hat as a life coach and wanted to take me on. It was successful, but little did he (or I) know that fate would have a hand in intervening and moving me to a new plan. Oh well, must be flexible, right? Now an old friend who has been a counselor for decades wrote to say she has gone through life…
Maybe Loca just represents the dark side of me. She woke me up again, but maybe I woke her up, it’s hard to say, about 3am my head started itching as if someone had thrown fire ants on me. I got up and looked in the mirror and had welts all over my lumpy head. Not a good look to say the least. I went back to bed and looked outside and the thoughts that…
This morning I turned 53 and I woke feeling like 73 because Loca had diarrhea all night and kept waking me up. But let’s forget about that detail and talk about how last night went. A friend called with a babysitting option and we hopped on that train, Evan called and said he was going to be jamming with international musicians down the street at Clever and we suddenly had a destination, the Puerto Rican…