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Sundays are always like that – the gloaming comes and you start thinking anxiously about the week to come. Got word from M that she is safe in LA with J, but that they are not returning anytime soon. We’ve heard these stories – most people interviewed are not going back. Such a mystery when all we can think about is getting home. The fish bowl is a remarkable place to contemplate what’s to come.…
Nagin is opening up Uptown, French Quarter and CBD for residents to return permamently. Mom has rented a “sweet” little house in Houma where she is staying on indefinitely as she is working full time with her patients who evacuated with her. The nursing home in Arabi is gone. We had a quick pow wow last night and determined that we would know more by end of this month what we are or can do.…
S is back from SF so we return to our appropriate gender balance here at the ranch – three boys, three girls – we were off kilter for the week he was gone. Now it’s matter of making it all fun and not letting the tension wind too tight. Last night W brought up the new apartment again so that hasn’t gone away. And A sent a nice little box of clothes and stuff for…
A while ago, when there wasn’t the big relocation and then the big exile, my colleague S and I were talking about how to gain hand in an industry that favors testosterone over the feminine and we were made aware of some power girls in New York who were attending a seminar on how to get ahead. It all came down to having this one item to pull out of your trick bag. When negotiating…
L called to say another one bites the dust – T left a $2K check on K’s pillow – she needs money – and she made her choice. Seems rather harsh in the light of day. But L said she blamed a titanic weakness for T on it despite the fact that she emphatically said T was a horrible lover – had to get rip roaring drunk to … – horrible kisser, jabbing his tongue…
Poseidon rises from the water and in the golden light of day is mesmerizing. …… Great god I’d rather be a pagan suckled in a creed outworn So might I Standing on this pleasant lea Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn Catch sight of Proteus rising from the sea Or hear ole Tritan blow his wreathed horn
Sleep definitely helps – although again I’m a whirling dervish that could tunnel down to China given the right circumstances. Our options for escaping Arlington are growing slimmer and because there is a lot of energy going in that direction it feels like crash and burn ahead. We’re exploring alternatives that may not come immediately but think that something will come eventually. Now we’re looking at possibly one more month plus of exile. The peripheral…
When you’re too tired to think, it’s best not to. L called about K fucking T again – he doesn’t know how he should feel about it. Told him he laid the groundwork for that one having told her over and over that he was going to continue to date and possibly sleep around. But he said the difference is that she loves T, and she lost the General, and her roommate moved so she…
Tearful conversation with my dear sweet N – we miss each other, we miss our home – we are still so goddamn fortunate it is unbelievable. Got a slew of care packages from the people I work with today, stuff like you wouldn’t believe, all so thoughtful. There is so much love in the world – I am the bessed one. I need to call L – he called earlier. I just read what S…
B decided to go commando and sneak back into to see his house before they were letting people in. A big tree fell through his roof and the water had been up long enough to soak the mattresses inside. He went up on the roof and fell off, cracking his ribs and hurting his shoulder and had to go to EJ for help. Now you know that EJ has nothing better to do than to…