A friend in crisis – pregnant, horomonal, in the midst of remodel – called to help me get her off the ledge. The crisis? Metal, plastic clad windows and French doors that were installed instead of wood. She said at this point I will only take your word on this – so I gathered up G and we drove uptown. When we arrived my contractors – D&S – were there and I got out of…
On my walk through the park this morning, the blue herons taking flight as we came around the bend, I crossed over to the other side and while Arlene and I were watching the ducks comingling with the swans, a guy on a riding lawnmower said “hi,” and I smiled, he turned off the engine and he said, “what a great day huh?” and I said “for sure,” and he replied “and what a great…
Marty is here with his crew making my concrete retaining wall for the front yard along with my brick walkway – he had a run in with my neighbor who came out to tell him that his driveway is private and if they trespass they will be arrested. Nice huh? Welcome to the neighborhood where 99.9% of the people are friendly except the one who lives right next door to the LaLa. Code says 7′…
There is a good op-ed piece in today’s Times Picayune by Jarvis DeBerry about the misconception of Katrina by the American public. I encountered this with my cousins from Miami, who believe, as does my renegade ex-brother-in-law, that New Orleans was hit by a natural disaster. Wrong. As DeBerry so eloquently puts it: “There are Americans across this country who are resistant to the idea that what happened here in New Orleans was something other…
Everybody I know ilkes to ask me about Graham. They ask, “what does she want?” – I always answer the same way, “I don’t know.” I told Graham I was going to get a tee shirt that says “I don’t know what Graham wants, so don’t ask me.” But we decided just “I don’t know” would suffice.
I spoke with a source of mine who is around the same age, married with two children. We talked about this age – the 40s – and how it is a weird and wonderful time. I said I don’t even relate to who I was in my thirties, it’s like I relate more to the person I was in my 20s. She said she felt the same way – except she feels like a 20…
I stepped off the merry go round today and that only reluctantly but I felt as if I was getting dull. My mind was gravitating towards the same things, the path of least resistance, the thought of no consequence, and the action that is rote. Caught up in contentment, you tend to grow dull – fat and happy – resistant to new ideas. I realized I want to do this book and so I recontacted…
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2007/04/12/meet-katie-courics-33ye_n_45671.html Katie’s gone cougar on us – she’s pretty, rich, smart and now she has a boytoy.
Money trees are arriving in droves these days – first the mysterious one appeared then today Flower sent me one as a house warming gift.
When I was at the Can, it made sense to walk around the bayou in the morning, but now that I am in the LaLa and adjusting to my foot recovery, I’ve changed my path and oh, what a difference to me. The past two mornings, I’ve been walking across the Magnolia Bridge and then circling back on the Esplanade Bridge to enter City Park. Recently, someone donated 7 swans – 2 blacks ones –…