So since both of these personalities live and vy for attention inside of me and apparently, according to E, don’t have a bridge, I am trying to reconcile why they don’t live in harmony. But maybe they do, the more I think about it. Possibly the best example of this was living with Steve – he dealt easily with my flirty-ness and my needing to go hogwild (read: dance on the table) as well as…
So the Cox guy who I spent the better part of the day with runs over to his office to get another modem for my TV and he’s gone a while – he tells me later that he got totally run down by the cops at the circle in front of the museum – he went through a yellow light and the cop stops him and says it was red, he says no it wasn’t…
I’ve heard this sprinkled in every conversation I’ve had in the last couple of weeks – a high class problem. But as I round the bend to get into the LaLa a lot of high class problems arise. The counter tops are still not in and as I type I hear them trying to salvage the backsplashes because they don’t have enough material for that – I hear this because I am coming to you…
So I told E about the last two weeks and she was like hmmm – ok here is what I want from you, I want you to go home and your homework assignment for the next two weeks is to tell me what the transition is from the feral Rachel to the domestic Rachel. I said, I’ll try. When a tornado, they don’t name those, is ripping apart maybe the only area that didn’t get…
What a day – well let’s forget about that – there was the 2AM wake up where Arlene needed a storm tranquilizer and then there was the no electricity all day – and then I did most of my interviews on the porch at the LaLa (which wasn’t bad) and then I went to see E but it was a madhouse there because Brad is filiming a period piece with Kate Blanchett in that building…
I asked my colleague in China what it means that this year – the Chinese New Year – and it being the year of the pig – is being touted as the Golden Year of the Pig – and this is his response: Rachel, People born in the Year of the Pig are honest, sincere and genuine. But this is a speacial year of the golden pig. The Chinese calendar has a 12 year cycle…
Pilates to start, then interviewing my television sources, then past fires dealt with, and new fires ignited and before you know it I have not left my desk to even breathe since early morning and now it is afternoon. Giovanni is already gone so I take the adirondak chairs up to the terrace and bring over some more dishes. Finally, a shower. A meeting on crime in the neighborhood. Pick up G for dinner at…
Stopped in at Bacchanal to return Rusty’s carrier – Chris was sympathetic – I told him I had been apoplectic – showed him my scars – which N used to always spell “scares” – R was still with me and we were going to head to Marky’s because I didn’t want to get sucked into the spell of Bacchanal – but instead we wound up at La Vita where we ate lasagna, bruschetta, caprese salad,…
On the banks of the bayou took flight a Great Blue Heron and then a Great White Egret swooped behind him who was followed by one of a dozen of Brown Pelicans – George, the landscape guy I was speaking to at the time said he fishes often – I like a man who fishes – and said while he is cleaning his fish the pelicans surround him, in the water, behind him, and on…
R says, don’t walk so fast, I can’t keep up – and I say I can’t walk slow – she says when I ask the fourth person which way the parade goes, you are “something” – and I say yes, I am – I want to see the parade – I feel this * close – and then she sees the parade and understands what has compelled me to leave the LaLa and hurry to…