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I walked Loca through the park this morning, happy to be home, happy to be here in New Orleans, happy that Loca was behaving. I saw a woman looking at a bird in the tree in the middle of the lagoon. I said to her, “It must be fall if the cormorants are back.” She said, “It’s an anhinga.” I told her I thought it was but I had been corrected by someone when I…
Mom’s progress is moving sideways. They keep trying to put her on an aggressive program of getting her into long-term acute care and out of a hospital room, but it seems one step forward creates a hokey pokey dance that leaves us right back to where we started from – or perhaps we are inching ahead but it doesn’t feel like it most days. She still has a trach, a vent, a feeding tube, and…
We had a waft of cool air that came to ease our summer woes and trick us into fall. But the heat returns and so there is only one response and that is to head to the beach. This weekend I’ll join my girls for our annual girls’ trip – I still marvel how during my 16 years of marriage I never took one of these girls trips thinking they were ridiculous – AS IF!…
Such a shame Senator Kennedy died – not only for what he has done, but what he could have done to help Obama pushed through a health bill. Rest in peace.
I was reading Theroux’s The Great Railway Bazaar while we traveled through Portugal and much in the same vein was amused to have our own little interlude on our train from Lisbon to Porto. In the midst of an extremely confusing oversight, we turned out to have tickets but not reservations, so I went into my mad dash panic to secure us seats, running back and forth through the terminal like a nutball, while Tatjana…
I dedicate this poem to Tatjana, my Valentine, because I first read Duffy’s book of poems called Rapture while sitting in Luis’ orange chair in Madrid – Luis, Tatjana’s friend, who also is a poet and has an apartment full of books, mostly by poets, and this book Rapture, which began with love grabbed me from the getgo and the poems throughout grew so intense and fiery but alas, the last poem ended with sorrow…
I try to imagine what it must be like to be my sister – to be so hurt, you want to hurt – but I simply can’t. I was speaking to a friend today about his business and he said he gave up focusing on his bad customers and decided to spend most of his time with his good customers. I said I have the same theory for life in general. I want to surround…
My hairdresser has a great stimulus plan – he says we should have let the banks fail, then all of our mortgages and credit cards and car notes would be poof, gone, and hey now, we’d have all this extra money and we’d be spending fools. I like his plan. Vote for Scott and get a great haircut while you’re at it.
With the cool weather and Tatjana starting school and the school buses on Orleans with flashing yellow lights – summer must be ending – I love fall, it’s a wonderful time of year that makes me feel very cozy and homebody-ish – but summer, where did it go? So much stuff whirling around – here, there – enormous changes at the last minute. Another summer that has slipped through my hands. I’m going to try…
I sat on the porch this evening, it’s beautiful outside. I had a glass of rose and my neighbor came over to join me. I had just come back from a lovely bike ride, T was teaching, and the sun was about to set. A friend rode by and we beckoned her over. We sat there and talked about things – this summer and the woe it has produced – we talked about the episode…