Steve writes that there is a Ruth’s Chris on the Big Island – whippee – why isn’t there one in Orleans Parish? Macy’s said they might now go into Lakeside – oh, now they want to come back, after closing down all the stores. Pishaw. It’s why I joined NOAC – I could have gone to Elmwood but then I’d be spending my dollars in Jefferson Parish. This parish needs my money more.
Up here in the tower, when the skies grow dark and thunder claps nearly scare you out of your chair, I think of all the years without “weather” in San Francisco – five straight drought years of sunshine and perfect temperature – and I wonder why people seek constant weather – consistency isn’t everything – what about the flash of light, the heartbeat of thunder, the rain against my window pane?
In a discussion about work yesterday, the trip to Turkey came up because someone had just told my colleague that they would move to Turkey in a heartbeat. He asked me what it is there and I said it was just such an enchanting country – the people, music, food, land, dancing – I could wax on and on about it – the beautiful way they integrate industry with leisure – the mix of Oriental…
9/11 and my sources say they are going about their business there in New York. August 29th and we went about our business here in New Orleans. The Jews have a way of dealing with grief – we bury our dead within 24 hours and sit shiva for one week. You grieve and then you come out of the house and go about living again. Life is for the living.
This morning, walking around the bayou, I passed a man in a flowing orange robe – Hari Krishna from their home on Esplanade. Turning the corner, came a group of nuns walking in a single file towards the church. Crossing the Magnolia Bridge three nutrias swam in a V, headed north. L says that D said the park is creepy and threatening – really? – I see moss fat from the trees, a lagoon where…
Down around the corner, out in the street, the folks on the court were all out having their glass of wine and night time talk. The pleasure police, as she has come to be known, was dressed down. The driver of the concrete truck who came to deliver to the house being renovated – dressed down. By the time, we were coming to Moss Street again, the penultimate house, the door opened and two heads…
Last night, P, T, and G and I went to celebrate our birthday at Grand Isle where P’s husband is the chef. The food was delicious and the presentation was awesome. Crabmeat salad with citrus sauce, tuna with eggplant, then a profiterole with candied mint ice cream and caramel swirl. We girls caught up on love life, work, kids, and travel then G and I headed to Bacchanal to see what was up there. We…
My mom called today with news from a family who has already suffered with the death of young daughter and subsequent suicidal depression of her mother, that now the oldest son committed suicide. Too much pain for one family.
Twelve of us met for breakfast and gossip this morning after a long bike ride. Somebody said her co-worker’s husband became enraged by his wife’s vibrator and took the thing out in front of God and neighbors and threw it down in the driveway and rolled over it again and again with his truck. Wow.