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Tin passed the 11 month marker on February 5th and the speed at which his development has accelerated is mind blowing – the babbling has intensified into almost discernible words “Did he say the cat? or Who Dat?” – he walks with his legs bowed out in either direction looking like the old man I hope he becomes because he always has a smile on his face unless he is experiencing something new and then…
Muses was cancelled last night because of threats of snow, which we didn’t get here in the city although we got hail and lots of cold rain. This wonderful, all woman, parade rolls tonight in back of three other parades so read: very late, but it is as nasty outside now as it was yesterday if not more so. Meanwhile, this weather is actually granting this city a nice respite from the celebration that began…
Apparently from those that say they know the world is spinning round, spinning down into a funnel from where we started at the top when it was a wider mouth and the rotations was barely discernible now the funnel is getting narrower and events are spinning faster. Heady stuff. It’s spinning so fast some of us can’t keep up and we keep thinking it is because we’ve aged, it’s unique to our lives, but after…
Yoga today was a wonderful way to pull away from the torture that bringing back at my desk 24/7 has wrecked on body and mind. We sang Soham mantra, which Michele said is basically I’m Dat, an answer to Who Dat? A group of friends who are incredibly inventive about Mardi Gras costumes every year have decided to go as the Real Wives of the Who Dat Nation while other friends are doing the dead…
The Norwegian weather continues here in our normal sunny LaLa land. The Muses parade was cancelled and I hear that the schools in St. Tammany are closed tomorrow. There sit two blue wigs and a little boy who needed to see a lit up shoe float as well as the gorgeous butterflies that are Muses’ signature. Alas, rain rain go away. In the meantime, we puddle along between our desire to cocoon inside just the…
I was speaking to people in China this morning who are welcoming in the year of the Tiger – characteristics of a person born in the year of the Tiger are meticulous about appearance and very powerful. I’m a tiger or at least my maiden name Namer means tiger in English but actually I’m a boar in the Chinese zodiac. Next I spoke to someone in Dallas, they had to cancel call because it’s snowing…
I was talking to someone recently who had been on a tear, partying and partying, and as I listened I felt happy that I’ve descended into my detox tea during the week and picked back up my exercise practice. I was born with abundant energy that is usually quelled by either expending it or by pacifying it with the drug of choice from sucking my thumb as a youngster, to eating, drinking, dancing, smoking, anything…
We’re trying to take breaks in between big events – like Superbowl to Mardi Gras parades and play dates because Tin does get overstimulated and then has difficulty with his nap schedule. So we did not go to the Saints parade last night but we watched it on television and were so proud of our city and of our team – world champs! (T keeps wondering why they are “world” champs since this is the…
Last night, after the excitement was cooling down somewhat and Tin was able to get back on sleep routine, I made myself a cup of tea while I peeled the roasted beets and Tatjana gave us our Turkish lesson. The message on the tea bag said, “Instead of counting sheep to sleep, count your blessings and then sleep.” So at bedtime, I did just that, I went to sleep counting my blessings but was awakened…