G called on her way to Angola to say Happy New Year – I was tied up – I took C to the Home Depot to get materials and came back and K still wasn’t at the house. C’s worker S was undoing the entire framing for the shower that K had built earlier. In the other bathroom, he is stripping out the sheetrock that has been taped and floated because Hardee Board needs to…
N’s student from Madrid sends her an email that says while she is doing her laundry she thinks of Nancy and the pain she must be remembering on this day, and as she separates her clothes, she wonders how Nancy is separating reality from nostalgia and how her strength comes from having stayed and being here. And N calls me, crying from the kindness that her missives all carry. Yesterday, I too received many an…
I remembered the name of Moron #2 – Ronnie. Orion and Ronnie, Kim Saunee’s, with Schild Construction, project supervisor and carpenter. Save us from consumer terrorism!
The commemoration last night was most excellent. We had a good turn out and old friends met new friends and the chilled wine flowed and lots of tasty food was eaten and songs were sung. Bill and Nancy performed their Katrina song with the help of Ernie and Ham. Then Ernie sang his song he recently wrote – which caused everyone to call for an encore – something about he’ll take insanity over anything else…
Joe just called – he was in jail – that is why he wasn’t returning my calls. I asked him why he was in and he said “interfering with a police officer” – said he was there from 8 to 11 at night on Saturday. I told him, well what do you know I was kicked out of a bar the same time as he was sitting in a jail cell. Whatyagonnado? He’s coming by…
Last night G told me that she was going to try to go clean up the trash can in front of Cabrini on the footbridge because it was overflowing with dog poop bags. The city in its infinite wisdom picked up all the trash cans after Katrina because no one was around to pick them up. So it’s been a real pill. Not to mention no one has cut the grass in the past couple…
Joe’s Cobbler on Maple Street Uptown – I brought some shoes in for her to punch some more holes in the straps. She punched four holes and said no charge. “The day I start charging for holes, I quit. It’s my lagniappe.” On a not so positive note – I called Young Cleaners who used to be the main upholstery cleaner here in New Orleans – they flooded in Gentilly and rebuilt somewhere in Orleans…
E and I spoke at length last night about the acute anger I have towards N – main reason being how he deceived me into believing he was someone else. When we explored how I deal with anger, the truth is I am very slow to anger with those I love, very slow, but once angry, the anger simmers till it becomes a roiling boil – picture a turkey fryer and the hot peanut oil…
On this day last year, I was in my niece Sara’s house with her husband Michael, her daughter Rylee, my other niece Jana, and her boyfriend David, and my brother Bob, and his wife Barbara, my other niece’s husband’s mother, Jeanine, Nick and Val and Val’s mother Lorrie, Wade, their dog Zeus, and Steve & Arlene – we had arrived at 3AM from a 16.5 hour drive after having to leave under a mandatory evacuation.…