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A reporter sends me a card – “I kind of wish we had backup singers” – says she thought of me when she read it – I wrote her back and claimed I am starting a solo career instead of seeking a group. Another colleague who is now off to Africa to volunteer in an orphanage sends a card with an earnest message “wanted to say, though stressful at times, I will miss working with…
Despite what anyone says I am ready. Today was a good day – I bought a dining table, chairs, coffee table – I found the perfect gift for little A, the toucan returned with a better peck, the day fell into serendipity pretty much to the end. F says its aplomb you need to master. Or as the master said himself, grace under pressure. N pointed out the little ducklings in the bayou and said…
In a nutshell – I kissed a toucan today and wondered why its beak was so hard – and then it dawned on me that it was a different species – and maybe that is why its bright plumage attracted me but its heart was strange and foreign – and it could be I am more damaged – but I see my potential a lot clearer – and you know what happens when you start…
Rolled out of bed from yet another sleepless night except last night had some wonderful dreams that at least woke me up with a smile. Bounded out the door with the Bean to do a solo walk since L doesn’t have his boys and N goes to school early on Thursdays. Arlene has developed a new habit of pulling to the LaLa when we are getting close because I have been stopping every morning to…
L was reading David Copperfield and giving me character sketches that reminded him of people we know – he said the theme was that parenting in general turns children into monsters. And he referenced his own doting J and her inability to discipline her flawless son and how that might have rendered him petulant and self-serving in recent gender exchanges. And I like to fall back on my favorite WC Fields line which is “parents…
au·bade (oh-bäd) n. 1. A song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak. 2. A poem or song of or about lovers separating at dawn. Saw K this morning walking Lola and Cleo and he was in a sunny mood and said that he is optimistic about the city and our chances of rebounding. I said good because everyone else seemed to be in a funk about it and the crime is picking up…
Had some routine test this morning but was holding my breath a little after the doc last week said she didn’t like what she saw – always makes you go, huh, if you don’t like, how do you think I feel? Anyway, so this genial doctor comes in and starts examining me and telling me how he stayed through the storm and did three surgeries during the storm and then it was like dead and…
G and I talked at length last night at Ralph’s about how we are living through one of the biggest events that has ever hit the United States – Katrina. To this community it has changed the landscape more than the depression did. There is talk of us becoming a white-washed retirement community with adjunct tourism. But I just can’t believe that will happen. Or I can’t fathom it happening. It makes everything else pale…
I’m at the threshold of giving up the nicotine yet again – okay, so I have had some lapses – but I think I got it going this time as I have had an insufferable last three days – crying jags that don’t stop – bouts of mania – I exercised twice yesterday because I was wound up like a top – a long run, a weight class – I was throwing off sparks by…
N and I went from 0 to 60 in a matter of two hours – sitting on the back of a pick up truck outside of Markey’s we watched the parade start – led by the elderly man using a walker. After the parade he came by in the walker seeking a smooch from the girls. A man brought me a rose and a kiss and another a green boa. We caught some beads and…