T started his house renovation in February of 2005. We’re always comparing notes. He drove by this morning when I was walking the Bean – he’s been in Colorado – it was good to see him. I wanted to give him a hug but I was sweaty and he looked freshly showered having already gotten his bike ride in and gone for iced coffee to PJs in the Can. He said while he was gone…
I walked Bean late in the day and arrived at the LaLa just as K was pulling out – why he is working on Sunday is beyond me. But whew, I dodged that bullet. I feel like he holds my house hostage. I went inside and he had trimmed out the two clerestory windows and framed one window in the kitchen. Seemed like a long time to just get these things done. The window manufacturer…
In Atlanta, I walked to my old house on Riderwood Road right off LaVista Road. AA doesn’t live far from there, so the Bean and I took a long walk. It was funny to see the house because the first memory I had was when my mother packed up the van with all her belongings and her dog Max (who had fallen out of my window and injured his leg permamently) and drove all night…
The motto for Snellville is “Welcome to Snellville Where Everybody is Somebody.” Last time I was seeing E, I said I still harbor a lot of anger towards N and I don’t think I could ever forgive him. She said to focus on “my journey” where everybody is not somebody if I don’t want them to be. I decide. I was sitting in AA’s new house after having made fresh Margaritas and chips with salsa…
My brother Rafael loves camels – they are all over his house. There are wooden camels, short and tall, all over the floor, there are camels poking out of bookshelves, on pillows, everywhere. His wife, Kimberly, calls him Abdul because of his camel fetish. I like those camels – not having thought about it before – camels are kind of cool looking. I have an elephant thing. AA has a frog thing. My beautiful niece…
Themes tend to swarm and perhaps they come in three as my friend and boss Jon believes but visiting AA, we went to the Hoe Down in Piedmont Park to do the 2-step. I was bait because AA had broken up with her squeeze and wanted to make her jealous. When I was leaving Atlanta, I had to drive to AA’s house and get the Bean where I had left her so she’d be safe.…
At R&A’s party last night – again, so odd being in a house that is finished, with art on the walls and candles lit, sigh, one day – A’s an artist and a framer. He had a few John Scott pieces that were fabulous but more important was his own work. He’s been working on a theme for a while now where he takes the Pawn because while most think it is dispensable, the truth…
Arriving in Atlanta at midnight on Tuesday, my niece Michelle’s chihuahua (Chico) attacked Arlene. Segue to my other brother’s house a couple of nights later and lo and behold there are two Chihuahuas (Lady and Josie) and both attacked Arlene. So I had to bring the Bean to my friend Alice Ann’s house to be safe. Last night at the Maple Leaf’s First Anniversary of Mardi Gras in August, I was attacked by a Chihuahua.…
just make sure you don’t have to hear me sing. I’m off on my road trip and last of my summer vacation. The alternator is going in the truck as I write. Woo hoo. Meanwhile, I was telling a new friend why I started this blog – I wrote fiction for fifteen years, which puzzled most of my friends. They couldn’t understand why I wasn’t writing nonfiction since I come from a family that epitomizes…
There’s all the news to write about – the flood gates that are shaking so bad they are not working as reported today – the young man in the Sunday obit raised in Chalmette who took his life at 34 years of age leaving behind a daughter he loved – a friend’s husband fired after 17 years – yes, there is this kind of news to write about or not……. Late this afternoon it was…