Mending our broken hearts
G said this time when she came home she wasn’t longing to be somewhere else – good sign, no? – she wrote a haiku: New Orleans Joy for life pumps the Heart of this broken city. There’s no place like home.
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A risible condition
Today my contractor said, and I quote, oh do I quote, “I can’t see you not being in there by the end of February.” Ha – that is risible – okay, because it was I can’t see you not in there by the end of “June” “September” “December” – oh well, there it is. I stopped by TL’s house to give him the Black Keys tickets (sigh) and saw that he still had a faucet…
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Seeing me in you
It is so damn hard to know thyself – is it not? This morning a friend accused me of never copping to being wrong – which I scratch my head over this perception because how many times have I said how wrong I have been lately for having made glaring errors – I won’t list them, by now they must seem trite and god knows this blog has contained many times over a detailed list…
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C is not pregnant, she’s engaged
How rumors get started is someone says C has big news, C was out sick the week before, everyone says “pregnant!” and it sticks, then C announces this morning, no, not baby, ring! I’m engaged. So Pilates instructor not going away – whew!
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Jan 1 the air clears
Went to see Tom McDermott at Snug tonight with G – he was terrific. I didn’t want to go out after the nutty day I had but it was good to sit there and listen to someone play a variety of styles – from choros to waltzes to a lullaby (he had written for his Chinese adopted baby niece) that had an African flair in the middle – in such a heartfelt manner. We didn’t…
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The cabinet shuffle – one step, two step, back to start
Part of what was not on my list was the cabinet shuffle. The first day the cabinets were set in place, I went over the cabinet details and drawings with K – all of the measurements are there – well the den bookshelves didn’t fit, the pantry looked like it couldn’t accommodate the doors. The den window seat was not the same color as the bookshelves. Things to do, things to fix, things not working…
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How many things can one woman do in one day?
Wake up respond to emails from Europe and Asia feed Arlene walk Arlene while semi socializing with friend with dogs conference call with European reporters breakfast while glancing at WSJ and Times Picayune write in blog lift weights while interviewing source go to vet for worm pills interview another source while driving home stop at LaLa – learn there are more cabinet frustrations and more Carrara tiles are needed order tiles interview source in truck…
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Fleur de Lis
It’s the little things that make a neighborhood a home – or at least a clean one – the bayou has trash cans – and they are gorgeous – metal cans with fleur de lis on them – not those old concrete institutionally painted eyesores we used to have, and not the invisible ones we have had since Katrina, these are real bona fide trash cans – I’ve been seeing them around the city. So…
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Retraction
Retracting earlier posting outlining slight gender differential in views on the moon in the sky during morning bayou walk – party in question responds: “Outside another yellow moon, Has punched a hole in the nightime.” –Tom Waits, “Downtown Train” That was my allusion this morning, not pussy, by the way.