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For some reason, all of my significant partners in life have been atheists. Today’s Christmas – not a morning that Jews are stirring because there are no gifts and there is no tree. But here at the LaLa where we live, we have a Christmas Story and it goes something like this, my mother who is now angel knew that there was one thing in my wonderful life I wanted more than anything else –…
Our friend, Marc Pagani came over to photograph Tin today and he was a little porky ham for the camera. Then came aunties of all stripes with books and then an uncle driving by with a nicely wrapped gift. Thankfully for Tin – whose mommies are Jewish and Atheist – three wise aunts and uncles gave him gifts to open on Christmas morning. In the middle of all of this – a wide colorful rainbow appeared…
I outfitted Tin in the Moby wrap and he, Loca and I went for a walk into the park again. We were making our way to the wind chimes when a woman with a big moppy dog who laid down in the middle of the path to play with Loca tripped us up. Loca wasn’t in the mood – she was overbearing because she could tell the dog was submissive. And so I was trying…
Tight-ends of Comfort and Joy ‘Twas the night before Christmas in Faubourg-St. John And not a creature was stirring, off the bayou or on— Not a tweet from a bird, not a flick from a fish, Not a twitter through cable or satellite dish. The cowboy whose dog-leash had lassoed the gator, The special-needs ducklings whose meals, fully catered, Were crashed by the nutria looting our shores, The half-sunken castaway crafts without oars, The boards…
I woke this morning around 4:30 – it’s the first time that Tin starts rustling in his crib and once I hear him, I don’t go back to sleep. Which means that by nighttime, I’m falling on my face. We have a video monitor that we keep in the bathroom – it’s great to watch him get up and then put himself back to sleep. Of course, I’m looking at him right now and he’s…
Today at the stroke of noon, we got a package from Amazon, my friend who lost her daughter last year sent a box of a zillion wipes and a huge box of Pampers. Hours later, another packaged arrived in the arms of a friend who lost her son this year: a zillion outfits for Tin. How can life give you such heartache and joy simultaneously? It’s really a count your blessings because every minute you…
A friend across the bayou came by and gave me her Moby to walk Tin around in, it almost simulates them being in your belly and it holds him real close to me which is a feeling I love. We went out for a walk to hear the wind chimes under the large oak tree by the big lake in City Park. The weather was delightful (not frightful) and Loca came with us. We stood…
A friend wrote me out of the blue when she had been on my mind equally these last weeks. She ended her note with: thanks for filling me in, even if only highlights. I’m sure it doesn’t always seem like it to you, but take it from one who only has a talent for observation — you have a talent for life, and it’s a wonderful thing.
It’s about 70 degrees here today in New Orleans with the sun shining bright and Tin and I went for a walk to see Aunt Beth and try out the Moby wrap that Marcella lent me. It cocoons the baby next to you and it is just wonderful. You carry him like a little frontal papoose. I would love nothing more than to wander and re-explore New Orleans in 70 degrees with Tin strapped to…
I noticed trash strewn in City Park a couple of times lately and this morning learned the culprit – CROWS. Two big fat black crows dragging trash across the lawn to peck at.