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Grace and beauty

I slept in a little this morning, feeling like I needed it today – instead of the 5:30 wake up, I laid in bed through the bells chiming at 6 and finally got up at 6:15. When the dogs and I started around the bayou there was a blanket of grey cloud cover overhead and yet the tops of the houses were staged in this bright yellow light – it had the quality of an…

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Out of the mouth of babes

Yesterday when J was putting on his fleece pullover to leave, he looked at me and said, “Ocho, do you miss me when I’m not here?” And I said, oh boy do I. I said I think about you all the time and can’t wait for the day when it’s time to come get you. He said, “Sometimes I miss you so much I can’t breathe.” I’ve been told a lot of sweet things in my…

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Small town

Sunday morning, I walked over to S’s house and he made me a delicious breakfast of scrappel – don’t ask – but as we sat at the table eating I watched J in her new ska-noe motoring up and down the bayou. She couldn’t fit under the bridge because the water is too damn high so she just went back and forth between Dumaine and Harding. Then suddenly she had her dog Lucky in the…

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Monday Madness

Woke this morning to the truck suspended on top of two huge garbage cans – my attempt to take home L last night and forgetting I had put both cans right behind the truck. Thank God for Roy is all I have to say. He leveraged the tires with wood and shook his head and said, “I don’t want to know.” Meanwhile, my canoe was nearly capsized and had broken loose from its lock. I had…

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Fatmalicious + a limo + 10 fun people = One Helluva Birthday Party!

For Fatma’s birthday, she rented a limo and ten of us drove around in the pouring rain dancing to a CD mix I made for her composed of Turkish pop songs and Fatmalicious (Fergilicious) and Girls Just Want to Have Fatma (Fun) and drinking champagne and planning all our trips to Turkey. And we took about 400 pictures. Wow – girls just want to have fun – it’s true – of the course the men…

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Bourbon, candle light, and the seeker

Last night, went with friends to see American Gangster – it was a good film, good acting, but in the end I felt it lacked drama as though they were simply retelling a true story, too true to be deemed entertainment. Coming home everyone was in the mood for a little bourbon, so we came to the LaLa and lit all the candles and poured some aged bourbon over crushed ice and I suggested a…

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The Bean Gallery on Carrollton

Met F and S to talk about the Turkish party. While we were waiting for S to arrive, F and I looked at her digital photo album and the house she is building in Rize near her mother’s tea plantation. When S arrived, we made our list pretty quickly and talked about the guest list and then started chatting away about F’s birthday party and how we are going to celebrate. A man walked over…

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