So to support all things New Orleans and because we love eggnog, G and I went to the eggnog extravaganza and it was lame – the eggnog was served in little bitty tasting plastic cups and there was tons of eggnog desserts that people not trying to diet were chowing down on so we went to the Carousel bar and had martinis instead – but I’ve been having vertigo all day and sitting at the…
You are a mystery Sweetly spoiling me rotten When I’m not ready
The decking is going down on the terrace – K went by Twickler’s and made metal strips that were raised slightly so there will be nothing but drainage – fingers crossed. If this terrace leaks – god help us all. Peter is doing all the white trim in the living area having finished the master bedroom. Giovanni is up on a ladder puttying the screen porch and painting the ceiling dry sage. Michael is in…
L, man of mystery, slipped yet another package of goodies through the mail slot at the LaLa, making his mail, the first to go inside – he compiled a CD – my favorite song, the lyrics that made me laugh out loud on the way to Pilates, was care of the Violent Femmes: I hope you got fat cause if you got really fat you just might want to see me come back I don’t…
Tonight’s Parkview meeting was chock a block full of information – here are the highlights: There is a Crime Summit that is paying attention to what is going on in New Orleans and up until now we’ve heard little from them, but come January, we should start hearing a lot. All of the gas lines under New Orleans need to be replaced. There is and will be spontaneous situations where water appears in the gas…
Lance, the man of mystery Is a study of contrasts Light vies with darkness Les endures the game Leaves fall heavy on his crown Tomorrow rain comes Arlene is the Bean Eye blue like David Bowie Heart large like a queen Ham breathes dragon flies Toads might well do in a pinch Latin rolls from his tongue T is a princess Her eyes glitter with delight Festivals R Her Laurie loves her twist Every which…
I sent some pics of the house and the colors to my friend L in California and she wrote back that the guest room, the red room, will go perfect with her complection. Ha! K calls it my warm up room – although he wouldn’t say that to my face – he told Peg instead, who painted it. The room is her creation with my color and I love it!
I saw a bunch of construction workers headed to their truck this morning each carrying a bottle of Coke and a honey bun. Who starts their day this way? Having been diagnosed in 1998 with hypoglycemia – the thought of starting my day with sugar is tantamount to a death sentence. Recently on a trip to NY when I was experiencing a system crash and trying to keep a good face around my traveling companion…
G has decided to write a haiku a day for a year. She started with two about me – how cool is that?: Rachel Funny, sexy, cool The smartest person I know Beautiful also My Friend Rachel is my friend She is beautiful and smart Never needs caffeine Haiku is, today, a 17-syllable verse form consisting of three metrical units of 5, 7, and 5 syllables.