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Casual sex as a panacea

A friend called me this morning worried that her newfound sluttiness might not be a symptom of post-Katrina disconnectedness but rather some new identity she has foisted upon herself as of late. I told her to quit beating herself up over a few (let’s call them) indiscretions because after all she is seeking to connect with someone and it’s not her fault she hasn’t found the perfect fit. There are a lot of people doing…

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Make a bet

Yesterday S, my contractor, came by the Can to talk to me about where we’re at and how much $ to finish – yikes – he thinks I can get in by Christmas – I doubt it is what I told him. Then he asked how things were going and I said well since my bonus is determined by how good my last call was and my last call was Yahoo, I was feeling a…

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My Sunday Ritual

After leaving Ms. M, TL pulled up. We had both had VIP tickets to the Big Easy Roller Girls last night and had to give them away because of another social obligation. Anyway, he was grousing about the line at CC’s – I said it is because they are incompetent but they’re working on it. He handed me a ticket for a concert he went to last night – Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins…

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Born on the Bayou

Stopped to talk to Ms. M this morning, the woman who lives directly across the bayou from me, she told me she actually wasn’t born in that house, she was born on DeSoto Street and then moved to the house on Moss when she was about one. Damn, I thought, just shy of a year of being able to say “I was born on the bayou.” She was telling me about the woman who married…

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Dog days blowing in

A cool front has set in and the weather is close to perfect here in New Orleans. Arlene and I headed to the LaLa to clean up all the mess from the week. While we were there B and his crew showed up to work on the siding since it is a day without rain and that is a good thing. I opened up the house and let the cool breeze blow through – while…

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Waiting for my slow life to begin

I began reading Liar’s Poker this afternoon and am halfway through the book – it’s one I’ve been wanting to read for a while but was compelled to now that I picked up Lewis’ latest book, The Blind Side. I think I read too fast. I think I experience life too fast. I told Gomez as we walked around the bayou this afternoon that G has this uncanny ability to linger in bed in the…

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Cool front moves in and declares fall

I was shivering in my long sleeve shirt this morning while walking the Bean. At 10PM it was still warm and when I woke this morning instant cool. The good thing is that the rain has stopped and the siding can go up on the addition. The bad thing is that this weather makes me feel like a bear, I want to hibernate, BUT my cave still isn’t ready to be occupied. I learned at…

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The problem with the Can

Everyone who comes to visit at the Can is impressed by the large sunny windows and the kind of hip layout. You know what? The Bean and I say pishaw – living here is the equivalent of being kenneled – we have no access to the outside without having to go down three flights of stairs or the elevator – the windows are so large there are no screens and one time a swarm of…

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Setting the bar for mistake tolerance

The other night a friend told me that a guy we know takes issue with me because I cheated on my husband. I said, you know what, he doesn’t know me, he doesn’t know I loved my husband to the core. He doesn’t know that during an aberration – a rough patch in my and my lover’s marriages – that we also fell in love. The man who takes issue with me has never been…

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