Monday night was a sleepless night as the alarm went off in the middle of the night and as the service company sat on the phone with me, I walked through the dark house to check what door might have been opened. Then the system shorted out or something and wouldn’t reset so I got back in bed in a state of fright and remained that way throughout the evening. At 5AM yesterday I got…
As much as I bemoaned K and his unwavering predilection for being Tarzan all the time – his work on this house always surpassed my expectations. It was just him that I couldn’t handle. Bud came by today and said that he is now charging $1200 a day for him and his crew and that no one blinks an eye. The reason? Because they know he will surpass their expectations. Your house is such a…
I’ve had conversations with numerous women who are post-40 and there seems to be some tectonic shift going on whereby how we view men and their role in our lives has changed so much. Is it our age? Is it men in a post-feminist world? Is it that the old conventions that never served the younger us, now serves us less?
Today M’s guys are painting my house – yes, that’s right I already paid one contractor to paint my house but guess what? they didn’t paint it two coats like they said they did and there are lots of patches. M looks like a hero, right? Well Marty doesn’t remember us discussing bricking the driveway even though this is how the conversation went: M – I think you need a solid driveway not strips. Rachel…
If not now, then when? That is what we who went through Katrina all learned. Here is a podcast of Beth, owner of Swirl, telling her experience and how Katrina forced her to take her 5 year plan and make it happen overnight. http://neworleanspodcasting.com/BethRibblett.shtml
The boys showed up this morning to put the LALA letters into the bricks. They look great! I had just come back from a long bike ride to the lake – yes I’m on my bike again (what a pleasure!) – and saw Marty bending over and positioning the letters. I went in and got a bottle of champagne and came outside with four glasses and we drank to the LaLa! Oh Joy! Late this…
A tryptich (pronounced trip tick) is a three panel painting where the central panel is the most important one. I went to the NOMA today to see the Femme exhibit there which is a roundup of French paintings depicting womanhood. The tryptich was the first painting and it said it depicted the life of a woman – the important stages – the first was of a mother with her daughter – the beginning. The middle…
Seems like someone we know is going cuckoo – not my mother by the way (albeit that’s another story) – anyway G got a call when she remained in NY with paranoid inflections and I got home to the same paranoia knocking on my truck window (AGH!) – turns out, according to J, this has been a running problem since Katrina – but she was on meds and it got better – obviously she is…
I saw this bumper sticker on the car in front of me this morning. And perhaps there is truth to all these bumper stickers. I went to Swirl to get wine instead of going tonight to their wine tasting – I’d rather a peaceful night of not having to compete with a thousand voices and standing around saying what? excuse me? – and let’s just say I didn’t want to get dolled up either. G…
Okay, I don’t want to be superstitious but there is a disproportionate number of dead birds around here lately. I came out of my back porch when I met Marty and said “ignore that dead bird, I haven’t picked it up yet,” and he picked it up and threw it away without even flinching. I just called him because there is now a dead bird on my roof and it is creeping me out in…