Monday – scale mountains? make big calls on Wall Street? finish Taj Majal? What if the Bean didn’t even get her much anticipated morning walk around the bayou even though I got an extra hour of sleep and nice sunshine to wake up to? After a weekend of Go Go Kitty at Swirl, Voodoo Fest at City Park, birthday cake for L, man of mystery, Voodoo on the Bayou with spike Jimmy Choo’s aerating the…
With 116 days to go till Mardi Gras starts in ’07, I was thrilled to learn that Endymion is coming back to Mid-City. Due to Katrina, last year, the last of the neighborhood parades was transferred uptown to join the long list of parades that roll along the St. Charles Avenue route. Due to a post-K squeeze on the city’s resources, Iris and Tucks are being asked to precede Endymion along the Mid-City route instead…
When it takes six stores to find a pair of fishnet stockings, you know New Orleans is still reeling from Katrina. I like what the clerk at Dillard’s said about why they didn’t have fishnets – “they’re seasonal” – what is the season for fishnets, I wonder?
Awakened in the wee hours to a rainfall that sounded like cats and dogs were falling out of the sky. The Bean and I waited for it to subside and got out for our walk while it was still dark outside. I wanted to check the door from the terrace and see if rain came in, but on the way back around the bayou, the rain started again, so we quickened our step. Stopped for…
“Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.” – Robertson Davies
It’s hard to know if your actions elicit the actions of others or were they going to behave that way anyway? How can you know? It’s all such a tangled intertwined mess of call and response and sometimes silence. In May of last year, when I moved home and the work started on the LaLa – who’d a thought all that would happen would happen. I received a missive from B today saying: “Very glad…
A friend sent me an email this morning saying she felt like a woman again after having a wonderful night with her new beau. Another friend sent a text message asking if it was okay to just bypass dinner tonight with her date and get down to business. After a day of being swept in one thousand directions, I drove into the parking lot and my neighbor was sitting on the curb drinking an Abita…
Mr. Pelican has brought a friend back with him. Soaring and diving into the bayou. Awesome.
Hoping the Voodoo Fest does something for the gris gris that is floating around these parts – everyone seems crotchety, including me. Take this simple exchange – it’s a bad habit of mine to care more than I should – so today when I voiced my concern about someone and the response was “okay mother” – “blech” was all I had to say to myself. I’ve never liked the idea of women who mother men…
D, who was my best man at my wedding many years ago, writes me from the trenches telling me he is spending too much money looking for Mr. Right and so he has decided to budget himself till the end of the year – I don’t know if he is referring to men or money. I went for a run this afternoon and the LaLa was humming – the siding is almost finished on the…