I’m taking mom to the airport as she is flying with my sister to Florida to some doc who professes to be an expert in RSDS. She said she had to go by the bank and cash a check. I said why don’t you have an ATM card? She said, I’m scared of those ATM machines. What goes on?
Up at 5:30 this morning and by the time the dogs and I got out the door the sky was awash with dawn’s rosy glow – ah, these are the morning where you just know it is going to be a special day. And it is – today is a day in my life and a day in yours – how special is that?
Last night K and I went to Baru and had a delicious meal of tuna tartare, ceviche and grilled meats with charrusco sauce. Yum yum. The food was a knock out. The issue is it is tiny tiny tiny and we had to wait outside in this unholy heat. The chef was so hot that we told the woman who was clearing out table to bring him a glass of our wine (they don’t have…
Before Loca – clean windows and floors After Loca – three foot swash of nose smears and foot prints everywhere
I have long held that wishes should never be specific because sometimes you wish for what you think is going to make you happy and you get it and it doesn’t make you happy. And then sometimes someone or something is not even on your radar and they appear out of the blue and bring gobs of happiness into your life. Well, it has caused me to be a cautious and conservative wisher – because…
Isn’t most of life about lowering your expectations for what you think you want then finding all this incredible wonderous beyond your wildest dreams stuff that you didn’t ask for? Or is that just my life?
I had a friend in California who loved to make fun of a friend’s partner – who was a mimbo. The favorite tag was that he had called them to go out and be spontaneous and the mimbo said, “Well, I would be spontaneous if you gave me some advance notice.” He was dead serious. Tonight I was at Pilates and I was not enjoying it – it was the kick ass, it’s hot as…
Why is it that I can call my vet to talk about my dog’s problems and he calls me back, but my own doctor is impossible to speak with – they take messages, the nurse calls me back instead. My doctor has no voicemail. My doctor has no email. Should I start speaking to my vet about my issues?
I woke up at 5:30 AM and by 5:45 AM I was standing on my screen porch in utter amazement that it was as hot as it is here today. By 6:10, I was walking around the bayou and by 7, I was in City Park drenched in sweat. I saw L, who told me the heat index is 104 – and it wasn’t 7:30 yet. I wish it would rain.
I spent the weekend working on the tattoo book, hanging out with my dogs, and avoiding society in general in favor of getting to know me again. Weekends like this, always coming off of a “running with the bulls” of sorts, are not easy to stay the course on because the temptations are many and the invitations are even more – but in the end, the spirit requires renewal and you can’t get that from…