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Observations from a road trip to a bat mitzvah: Rabbi kept mentioning 9/11 and the War in Iraq – I told him, hey, what up?, how about Katrina in your own backyard. For the final ceremony he dwelled on Katrina. Kudzu is taking over the world – or at least the southeast. Black W stickers abound in Alabama – I thought they were supporting the hotel chain because the logo is so similar. Even while…
Ricca’s carries original and reproduction of cast iron and wood architectural features and caters to the city of New Orleans. You might imagine how important they have been as people have tried to rebuild their homes in post-Katrina times. Mr. Ricca, 57 years old, died in his sleep. A sad day for the city. Read an article that said bloggers who plug products should disclose if they are being compensated to keep the integrity of…
Looked at the ceiling for an awfully long time this morning as the Bean stared at me – usually I’m a bounce out of bed type – but agh – wasn’t in the mood this morning. The day came around – sometimes you throw yourself on the mercy of the cosmos and the cosmos respond! My carpenter, K told me today instead of leaving for good on the 14th he is coming back after a…
Celebrities are beginning a rolling fast to bring the troops home. Susan Sarandon, Willie Nelson, Rev Al Sharpton. I’m starting my rolling fast to end the madness of remodelling a house in post-Katrina times. The electrician used aluminum instead of copper wire. Kim, the second contractor, had sheetrockers who neglected to put in insulation before rocking the house. The deck in back is having to be pulled up because Juan didn’t use the correct board…
That’s what we all are down here in New Orleans – happy – blissfully fucking happy – we’re so happy we forgot to vote correctly, forgot to watchdog the levee board, forgot to buy flood insurance – we’re a happy happy lot down here. The fireworks from my window were sure pretty tonight – I had them in stereo – Boomtown to Downtown – happy is what it made me. Blissfully fucking happy.
What? Irresponsible? The rheumy eyes were tell-tale. I told her about J trying to kiss me. The long pause. “You know why the gardener is no longer here? … Oh, what is the word? I can’t think of it. It was D’s wedding and I had fractured both of my ankles and had taken a pain pill. He was in here working and I was lying down in there. I can remember what I was…
The yin and yang of yesterday is still resonating. My ATM card was lifted from under my nose at Kinko’s – the manager wanted to pay for my copies, then my coffee, then when all of that was refused she took me in her arms and hugged me. Fair enough. It worked. The social Xray in the making at Stafford Tile was flip – I responded by being a bitch. I tried to be super…
I’ve never figured out who Jessica or Nick is but they appear in the news and tabloids quite often. I consider it a blessing that I have escaped knowing them. Today I went to the attorney’s office and signed my own divorce papers in order to expedite my home refinancing – which after today needs to be expedited. Orleans Sheet Metal showed up – T with the beautiful mouth, who has taken over his daddy’s…
I was thinking about a couple of things that I wanted to jot down when I was taxiing into JFK – I wore my “Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was gone” tee shirt on the plane and you can’t believe how many people approached me to just talk about their experiences. I was in the elevator in NY and a family got on with all the girls wearing some fashion of…
I happen to like New York. The electricity kept going out in the Can last night – and interspersed with waking knowledge that this was happening was concern for those polar bears trying to grab onto an iceberg and only getting shards – then drowning from the long distances they have to swim to get to a safe haven. When the lights go out the Can has emergency lights that switch on – I wasn’t…