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…
I’ve always been the type that would prefer an experience over a gift. My greatest birthday gift was having a bunch of people I love seek me out in New York and make it a cause for celebration. The unwrapping of the night was memorable. I thought about what Ernie was telling me last time I saw him in the Quarter – he was trying to put his finger on why we can’t live anywhere…
Spoke to a friend last night who is going through the same issue with her mother – hoarding. It’s a syndrome that cannot be cured and that is very difficult to handle if only that it is the manifestation of deep seated internal issues – things like if they throw one of the things away it is like they are throwing away a piece of themselves, or that they are collecting these things because it…
I went by to pick up my mom’s resume to email to this consulting agency that has a position available. When I got there my mom had this humongous shelving system from Lowe’s set up in the living room. I said “what is that?” She said “it’s for the magazines.” She has stacks and stacks of magazines around the house on every topic from boating to Martha Stewart – they date back years. She wont…
I’m more and more of the opinion that a good night’s sleep can change the world. I’m still reeling from S admonishing me that I “didn’t stay up late in Tarrytown” when I told him I was exhausted – as if going to bed at midnight is not good enough for rock star status. You get to a certain point where you know what the evening is going to provide and bed just calls to…
Mr. Pieri – as Italian as you can get – came over to check the install of the sinks and in his charming, Italian way got the last of the money I owed him and the silly sticks holding the sink still remain – whatyagonnado? He did leave me with a tip – don’t seal the bricks – he said here in New Orleans after a year they don’t look good. Good to know –…
Picked up G from the airport and headed to the Square to hear the Radiators – not a big fan – but later saw T who said H is a big big fan and that after you hear them a lot you start to like them. Hmmm. Then we went to Houston’s reincarnation on St. Charles – I can never remember the name – and sat at the bar and had delicious grilled artichokes and…