I went to the Bank and got the ball hinges – K will redo them – and now the world is happy that Rachel is not putting modern hinges into a 100-year-old house. The siding is almost finished but what is more impressive is the guest bedroom that my friend P is painting – it’s this red wash with a yellow ceiling. When I saw how pretty it is turning out, I told P it…
When I was a little girl living on Louisiana Avenue, I stepped on a caterpillar and was rushed to the hospital because I went into shock. Years later, in Atlanta, as a teenager, a bee stung me and my parents, a doctor and a nurse, went into shock that I might go into shock, so my father shot me up with Benadryl and he gave me so much in his panic, that I was slipping…
I ran into my ex-bro-in-law on the bayou this afternoon – the Bean and I got in the car with him and took him to the LaLa to show him what is going on. I haven’t seen him since pre-K when I first learned he was diagnosed with cancer, so it was good to catch up. We went back and forth on who’s nuts and who isn’t these days. He bought a house a few…
A while ago, we had a small grocery in Mid-City called Whole Foods – that was its name when Whole Foods out of Texas bought them. While the big Whole Foods was building out the bus barn Uptown, management continued to tell Mid-City that they wouldn’t close down the smaller store. So all was happy in LaLa Land. Then the big evil corporate Whole Foods suddenly said it was closing the smaller store because its…
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…