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Murphy’s got to die!

Tuesday, a day with no margin for error – I had to bring nine ceiling fans to the LaLa because the electrician decided he will come tomorrow and needs the fans – so went and got handtruck and as I was bringing the second load of them down and negotiating doors and elevators I said to myself, self, where is a man when you need one? and John appeared to hold the last door open.…

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Uncle Tom is at my house

M, the interior painter, who has had some brushes with the law lately and is ill-tempered or sweet depending on his level of toxicity – I gather – I don’t know for certain – started giving me the yessa massa routine today when I asked him to paint the ceiling before the electrician got there tomorrow to hang the fans. “It’s your house, mam,” he said. Yes, it is my house, I told him, and…

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Remembering Katrina

A coworker and friend IM’d me today saying: coworker (9:38:26 AM): funny (or not i guess) – last night built gingerbread houses w/ the kids….daughter had too much frosting on one of the roof tops and it eventually slid off when we were almost done. she said it was fine, hers was just a house hit by a hurricane but it was still beautiful. coworker (9:38:42 AM): i said you bet…let’s leave as is rachel…

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Living by the ocean is like a dream

Okay, it’s really like a dream because I don’t live by an ocean, I live by a bayou, but it seemed like an ocean last night with the windows open and the dense moist breeze flapping the venetian blinds. It was all quite comforting until the breeze picked up around 3AM and the blinds were violently slapped against the window sill and then it was all quite alarming and I had to get up and…

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There is no place like home for the holidays

Hanukkah starts this Friday night and ends next Friday. I can’t have my usual Hanukkah party so I am taking all my menorahs to Swirl and lighting them there – but that means no latkes and applesauce and beef tenderloin which have become my traditional fare. You serve latkes or fried food because it represents the oil that miraculously burned for 8 days when it was only enough for one day. One year, I decided…

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All my children – say hello to Zandile

My coworker Laura fled the scene last year to go work at an orphanage in South Africa – wow! She has kept us current with the goings on there, where she oversees many children who are HIV positive. We had spoken earlier about setting up some fund to get enough diapers to these kids – because of a lack of funds, they were forced to wear the diapers longer than was comfortable. But the year…

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