Today there is the Mirlton Festival, the Magazine Street festival, Sandy’s art opening at Carol Robinson, Susan Cowsill playing, on and on – too much to do when I have to get ready to leave for Boston tomorrow morning. I’m starting to get house terrors again but I think it is in anticipation of this marketing trip and the tight squeeze on my finances as I round the bend to completion of the LaLa. I…
Off to the Pitot House for the last of the Cork & Bottle wine tastings and a neighborhood band playing under the moonlight and sweet olives. Burnt orange horizon and always fun awaiting.
A friend recently told me I have the sex drive of a man – really? – au contraire, I think I have the sex drive of a woman, because the women I know want sex far more frequently then men do. Where does that myth of female sexuality come from? Men, perhaps? A male friend said I have an antiquated notion of man-woman relations because I like my men to initiate – I’m not giving…
I don’t know why it is that people born on November 7 seem to be so special to me. I just found out that Twickler, who did my roof, is going to be 65 on November 7th. I really enjoyed when he was working on the LaLa – he’s wise, uber competent, and a real New Orleans character. W was born on November 7 – early this morning, thinking about W’s birthday coming up I…
L was telling me a story last night whereby there was a suicide and all of the children were disbursed to relatives. Not that I want a suicide but how come kids don’t show up on my front porch is what I want to know? I wonder if when the LaLa is done, if I put a basket by my front door if someone will come leave a kid there for me. Maybe I need…
Thank god I have such strong self-esteem because when a man tells me he prefers tanned, healthy looking women to my pallor and a more natural look to my unnatural red hair all I say to myself is self, I say, la di da, I have beautiful perfect skin and god made a mistake in coloring me a blonde because I was born to be a redhead – all I did was correct the mistake.…
M is mad at K because K is trying to tell him how to paint. B is mad at K because K spoke to him inappropriately. I almost knocked P down entering the room she is painting. I’m mad at P and T for making a mess of the side yard with a big whopping paint spill. S is out of town and I called him and said there is a mutiny forming at the…
Yesterday K tried to impress upon me that I am choosing victimhood in my role at the LaLa and that people are taking advantage of me left and right. He irritates the hell out of me because if anyone is taking advantage of me it is him with his slow ass ways! Meanwhile, spoke with TL this morning about this bend over grab your ankles home remodel life that we are living – it sucks,…
H said to me he saw a man leaving my apartment – is that your friend? he asked – and I said he’s certainly not my enemy. I asked him if he is the hall monitor now. Just curious, he said. Hmmm, I said.
Even though I started my day with Abby #1 in my arms and a big squeeze hug from Jake, I came home to the Bean puking up her kibbles because of the pesticide they sprayed in the apartment. Work was nonstop phone calls till I finally had to get up and walk away from the desk in the late afternoon – so I thought I would take the Bean out for fresh air, stop by…