Main category.
Loss and Recovery. Luggage finally got to my room just minutes ago. Was able to salvage day by thinking of all the things that are right with my life and not focusing on what I didn’t have to get through my day. Spent most of the day trying to find the balance – don’t have luggage, it’s okay, don’t have chords, it’s okay, can’t find luggage, it’s okay. Ack. Bigger theme of the day –…
Still no luggage. Seconds left on computer battery. No cell battery. I hate United. Grimaced a lot yesterday and tried to talk myself into looking at the stunning bay and not being so dour. Spent the better part of yesterday in forced shopping mode – makeup, dress, sweater, panties, toothbrush, toothpaste, face cream, deodorant. Woke this morning and did three sun salutations and tried to take a deep breath. Tasha Rose was born last night…
After reading Paul Theroux’s book about India, I couldn’t help but realize the absurdity of the moment when I was forwarded to a call center in India and the man on the other end of the line was offering me coined, reassuring phrases learned at some English as a Second Language program. A big sigh all the way around for the numbnuts that is United Airlines – the entire clusterfuck brings a whole new meaning…
I think I’ve said before that I wish I could shout from the mountaintops to young people who think they have the world on a string to figure out if they want children and act immediately. And then I’ve had my sure of bitterness that men can continue to father children well into their later years while women, who are usually waiting on men to grow up, are watching their biological clock ticking away at…
After years of fancy dop kits carrying everything I thought I might need while traveling, due to 9/11, I am reduced to a plastic baggie with a few sundries. That’s so I can carry the bag on the flight and not allow them to lose my stuff yet again. Once is a enough, in my estimation. But alas, they can’t seem to stop fucking with me. Make this flight number four where my bags have…
We are all looking for nirvana right? Nirvana means letting go. I feel like I’m still working through the mechanics of my pendulum, which used to be so far out of balance in how much I let others influence how I responded to myself and then swung radically into the people be damned mode. I find myself now moving towards equilibrium but I still have setbacks where I feel I have lead shoes on and…
We went to three parties over the past two nights and there have been a coterie of familiar faces as if making it the same party over and over. Someone leaving, someone graduating, someone getting older. The beauty of New Orleans lies in the fact that everyone of these people joined the party. Here at the airport, I look across the terminal, and see the familiar California faces from the last dance of the evening,…
The internet has changed a lot of the way we get our information but mostly its made so much of it free. It’s a little after 6AM and I’m sitting in Louis Armstrong International Airport (always Moisant to me) using the WiFi. Of course, for free. Welcome to the information age where we expect to be able to get on the world wide web and pull off information about our lives at no cost to…
There are many things I admire in a person but the ability to rally is tops of my list. Last night, despite all conditions to the contrary, we both rallied to go by a friend’s house who just defended his dissertation and then we went and danced for our other friend’s 40th birthday party. I was barely packed by 8PM, at the first celebration, we both fell peaked into some weird dimension so much so…
I’m headed out to California for a couple of days of work and then meeting T in Santa Fe for a respite. I’ve been rushing like mad so that I can stand still for a moment. Downstairs is the screen porch and the flowers in bloom in the backyard – no time to enjoy. Out front is the bayou, and the last sightings of the pelicans – no time to rock. Movies are in the…