Hosting a presidential debate here in New Orleans is a no-brainer – after we hosted the event of the century – but the committee opted to forego holding the event here citing New Orleans is not ready for prime-time – do tell? – maybe they should have told the other conferences who are meeting here and having a damn fine time.
My intimate Thanksgiving dinner – the first at the LaLa – has expanded and expanded to now have 25 “orphans” attending. I pray for a sunny day so we can set the tables up on the bayou and have room to eat and move around. I’m deep frying two turkeys and making a big dish of stuffed mirliton along with pecan pie. Everybody and their mother is bringing something – so it should be a…
I could have sworn this was a quote from New Orleans in the NYT this morning: QUOTATION OF THE DAY “I feel happy, but my happiness is not complete. We need more people to come back. We need more people to feel safe.” SUHAILA AL-AASAN, on returning with her family to her otherwise empty apartment building in Baghdad.
Yesterday morning, Pied-billed Grebes bobbed along in the lagoons of City Park. An immature White Ibis sat on the trunk of a soap nut tree overhanging the lagoon. Brown pelicans and a lone large white pelican dominated the bayou scene. Great egrets like giant origamic glided along the tops of trees leading into the park. Then late into the gloaming, a Great Blue Heron sat in its iconic heron pose, as we motored down the…
Tuesday last week, I woke with a thunk – the sound of me going down big time in this whatever it is I have – Tuesday night C called and said she had just been to the doctor and had the same thing and I needed to take antibiotics. So I found some Amoxicillin that I had from when I had gotten an infection on my newly operated toe – because my then newfound puppy…
We took two boats and tied them together and powered by J’s newfangled quiet motor we began to cruise to Park Island, but Fatma drove by with Suleyman and she jumped out of the truck and into the boat with us and we took the boats all the way to her house. Her huge house was destroyed by Katrina and now through some interesting alterations from Terri and Ian, the raised floors and opened ceiling…
I dreamed I flew to Portland, Oregon and asked Steve to marry me again. Again, a full bore manifestation of my waking life asserting itself into my dreams. I had told S earlier that I wished Steve and I would have been able to bridge to the other side but we couldn’t. There’s a saying for that – for every door that closes, one opens. But being human and being me means sometimes you stare…
Today we watched the dog swimming in a circle splashing like crazy and so we went out to find out what was going on – a woman said the dog had fallen out of a pickup truck and must have hurt his back – so we took the canoe out with a borrowed leash from a bystander and as we were pulling away a man said “He’s just having fun.” I told him what the…
We all went out to help fundraise for Todd and Erin and the music was fun, the crowd was grooving, I was helping Swirl pour wines. The Russian spy girls were shocked to see me without my face peeling off. And I bid on wooden balls – the sun and the moon – and got them! Todd was in his wheelchair and he said he was feeling tired. I imagine so. His story was in…