As more people return to NO, the trash is starting to pile up all over again and the smell on N’s block is disgusting. Despite all that there have been other places – like going to Krakow – as well as much needed conversations -that have helped to lighten the load somewhat. Tomorrow N and I will go have dinner and discuss our lives – she’s bored in Ponchatoula and I’m crazy in midcity. Over…
They’re finally picking up the trash around here and the weather is ideal and so it must be time to leave, no? Poland will be a diversion for sure and in the meanwhile trash will be picked up, Lilli Belle will come home, and we’ll proceed with the next chapters. Last night reading Lemony Snicket to W, his grandmother (Judie) called and he was excited to speak with her and between talking to her like…
Lilli Belle Marshall born this afternoon via C-section 7+ lbs and 21 inches long – strawberry blonde – Halloween baby – lil ghost lil ghost you’re the one I love the most- can you scare me up a little bit of love – Lilli Munster does the mash. I said I’d walk off the planet if her hair was red – not after three vivid dreams of a red-headed baby girl – the cosmos continue…
I don’t even know where my story of Adele is that I started last summer while here. I worked on it in Bali. I’m still curious as to whether she dies or actually does just disappear. Tonight with Mom at Houston’s we got to hear about the saga of her Houma living situation. Richard “is not a drug addict but he is addicted” and the quadrapeligic who wants to live in her apartments with his…
“Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,/I felt a door opening in me and I entered/the clarity of early morning.” __ Czeslaw Milosz “You want the endlessness to end,” Alison says, “you want to go home, but there is no home. You despise the tender attachments of the liver and the body, but you also crave them; you bite other people in an attempt to find them, and when that doesn’t…
The same nutballs that inhabited Pal’s have returned – G with his psycho self, the butch lesbo contingency, neighbor of N’s and neighbor of ours, and the tatoo’d bartenders. Next door the party is just getting started, pink wig and a few witches, and lots of Christmas lights plus a lighted snowman. Tomorrow night we’re headed to August with the M’s and at precisely the time of our res, the Faubourg group will be on…
Richard Le Gallienne. b. 1866 868. Song SHE ‘s somewhere in the sunlight strong, Her tears are in the falling rain, She calls me in the wind’s soft song, And with the flowers she comes again. Yon bird is but her messenger, The moon is but her silver car; Yea! sun and moon are sent by her, And every wistful waiting star.
Today spent the time hauling logs and twigs out from the backyard with USAA and FEMA reps coming by to inspect any potential damage. I loved being able to at least feel like I was closer to the house that is not a house and to the progress of getting it ready for potentially or maybe one day living there. In the meantime, days leading up to it were tumultous and tenuous and I’m not…
If you count up the days I was longing to be back in New Orleans = 5385 – and then you figure I returned for 120 days to then be exiled for 56 days and you try to divide the days that I did not long to be here – which was the 120 but within the 120 there were days I questioned whether my desire to return wasn’t fool hearty – and you try…