Not Eli, Loca
Here I was considering Eli when I look over and see that Loca has managed to chew a big gash in the baseboards – it’s not Eli I have to worry about around here.
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Year: 2007
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Don’t be so hard on yourself
Sunday morning, I waited for the girls to call for our bike ride, and finally called B and learned they were not going because of her back. So I saddled up solo and went, but by then it was late, I was a little hungover from lack of sleep after a lovely evening, so I was pokey as I rode towards the lakefront. Got there though and felt terrific and was enjoying my IPOD, the…
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The family
Yesterday, I picked up my mother to take her to the Quarter for lunch at Muriel’s. When she came down to the car she had a look on her face of intense pain or just I don’t know what – but I chose to ignore it and not give into the drama. At Muriel’s, chatted with my ex brother in law, while we sat the bar having gumbo and a tomato and avocado salad along…
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Hail, hail the gangs all here
At Swirl last night, it was old home evening – with everyone who has been gone for summer back – I couldn’t make it to the next person for seeing another person I wanted to stop and catch up with and by the time it was over, I was ready for bed. Moosey looked so tired and said he was off to Spain for a rest. His brother, M, has moved from DC and taken…
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Re-entry at last
I got up at 5 this morning and by almost 6:00 was out the door to walk the dogs and it was pitch black outside. As I came to the Magnolia Bridge the Cabrini bells began to clang their six o’clock calling – I thought of the Muslim call to prayer – and felt that in my own little world these bells were our call to remember – the soul. Summer is ending, I feel…
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Dreaming of Turkey
I can’t seem to accept that I’m back – yesterday was a downward spiral into errands and jet lag – and today well catching up on 982 emails and more errands and very nice missives with Mr. Mesmerizer. Last night dinner with a friend who is having relationship problems, today another friend separated after 8 years, and yet another ended a long distance relationship. All this and the push and pull of friends wanting to…
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Turkey – a travel journal – Day 9
3 hours of sleep and Fatma wakes me and I almost scream because I don’t want to leave – Lotus meets us at the airport and entangles my luggage that I still don’t have yet because she is young and doesn’t understand the rules – 24 hours of traveling later I am asleep in my bed without my dogs, my luggage, and my Fatmalicious and my Ferah and my figs and I get a text…
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Turkey – a travel journal – Day 8
We wake to pouring down rain and Fatma comes to the window and says, look Rachel, all of Turkey is crying that you are leaving tomorrow. I think of Antalya – of all the beautiful people I have met, of the Russian girls who go to the coast for summer love, of our figs, and of my Ferah, who I want to take home with me. We eat fish and head to Sortie – the…
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Turkey – a travel journal – Day 7
A new wave of guests arrive at the hotel – Turks – the Russians leave. The security guard tells Moustafa glad you are taking these ladies away with a smile when he comes to pick us up in the white BMW – the Turkish music blaring – we have been causing trouble here and there – just fun trouble. We fly back to Istanbul, which I miss more than anything, and first stop is to…
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Turkey – a travel journal – Day 6
We sail out of Antalya along the Cleopatra coast – her bath is there, a ruin that you can still see the footprint of under the water – where she bathed, dressed, made up her face – it is so hot, when we are far enough along, we drop anchor and all of us jump in the water that is so silky cool and wonderful. The cook makes us a Turkish breakfast. We eat and…