It’s a rough age – 47+ – it’s when everything even your mind is headed in some other direction or in multiple directions – and the A.D.D. that comes through the line of work I do is no help – well nor was Katrina and etc etc etc – all distractions times 1000. So today I am now focused on retraining my mind how to focus and the first thing I focused in on is…
God help them all – what a waste of life. A horrible tragedy. Why no immediate broadcast that a killer was loose on campus? Who, what, why?
The guy who invented that slogan just died – he was the king of infomercials and came up with a lot of the ubiquitous direct ads you see on television all the time. My favorite was – “but wait there’s more…” And that is how life is for me. This morning I got up, reluctantly, because Sunday was about learning to linger in bed – in my bed – and relax. I had forced myself…
My haiku for the day: My name is Rachel No hidden agenda here You can see through me My haiku for a friend/colleague: Call me transparent Tell me it’s not good or bad But are you see through? My haiku for Graham/Trish: Graham tells Trish this: “Rachel is an open book That’s why I love her!”
Virginia Tech – 32 dead? – 21 dead? – first it was 1 dead – still no news as I sit here in some form of paralysis that started early this morning – a dread that has been confirmed with the smallest incident (the concrete layers hit my water pipe in the front yard three hours ago) to work issues that have people acting conspiratorial and weird to large events like a gunman killing innocent…
I stayed in bed late and read the paper front to back with the heat turned up in my little cocoon zone. It was cold outside which is mind blowing since it was 89 degrees one day and then back to shiver me timbers. I took a walk with Arlene and J came with Lucky and the wind was blowing so cold on the bayou that we walked in back along the houses – we…
Saturday after a gloomy start the weather cleared and I went to FQF to see Kermit Ruffin get married to Juicey on stage. He was followed by Big Sam Nation and I caught up with Ham and Teresa as Ham was running for paramedics on account of a woman had passed out behind him. I ran with him and the paramedics back to where his friends were and the woman had disappeared – it was…
Yesterday work was crazy until late in the afternoon when a source of mine in New York said hey, why aren’t you at French Quarter Fest and I said I’M TRYING! – it was so gorgeous outside and the forecast was for rain on Saturday. So around 5 I caught a cab to Woldenberg Park and caught the tail end of Algiers Brass Band, and walked over to see Benjy Davis Project (which I like…
I’m finishing up my Richard Ford novel, Lay of the Land, and his protagonist, Frank’s Permanent Period is as right on as the dreamy period Frank first spoke of earlier in the trilogy – both pronouncements mirroring my life at each juncture. It’s strange that I, a wordsmith myself, don’t have words to articulate how I feel about my ex-husband right now, about how my affair with N was otherworldly, and how now all of…