I was walking the girls this morning and crossing the Magnolia Bridge when I saw S with his two dogs. He said he had read my blog and was wondering about it being so personal in nature. I told him about my full disclosure rule. If I am not writing about the truth then what’s the point. Meanwhile, I’ve been avoiding the bayou because the dew makes it messy and the grass hasn’t been cut…
I think I mentioned that Flower and I bought identical necklaces at Thomas Mann. Well then we made our way to the Quarter and went into French Connection and bought the same top. We were laughing so hard in the dressing room that I came out and spied a customer looking for a dressing room and asked him to take our photo. Later I talked Flower into wearing our identical new purchases out to Emeril’s.…
A friend called me and said he can’t believe how hard it is to date – is it just me?, he asked. I told him I don’t have much to offer on this subject. I never dated in my life. I married. And now single, I’m not quite sure what protocol is exactly. I know people who date but I would not say they are “successful” in love, whereas I do know that I have…
Loca is such a good dog that it is easy to forgive her puppyness. She goes in her kennel by herself after just a little biscuit training. She lays by my feet while I work. And she asks to go out. She seems to have formed a bond already with me as if we were meant to be together. Even Arlene doesn’t mind her that much – although sometimes she does. She’s that something something,…
Late yesterday afternoon, I was exhausted and much in need of a respite, so I drew a bath of cool water and put in a bath bomb – these bath salts things that O had given me for my birthday – they are either about sex or love or lust – and each bomb is different – last nights was an orange blossom and cardamon scent with real orange blossoms that floated disconcertedly in the…
Flower said on the way to the airport that she is going to miss me and my neighbors. Ha. R took us to Roccobono on Pinola this morning for breakfast. It’s a funky cute place tucked in a residential neighborhood. I think it used to be the Bluebird – a satellite of their Prytania Street restaurant, but without the line. R told one of his Katrina stories – losing his cool Japanese speakers and J…
Flower and I were both on crash and burn from work overload and our social agenda, we decided to make Saturday unstructured play time. We got up and began the process of readying the bike mom won in a raffle for her to ride. This took most of the morning. Then we finally went for a ride in City Park and around the bayou. When we returned, we saw J and decided to go to…
Friday night began as it is wont to in these parts – this “Italian village” as Flower refers to it – R&A came over for a glass of wine, then M walked down with A. The sky turned dark black and suddenly a storm passed through. We watched and waited for the rain to lighten up. Then we walked down the bayou and across the Magnolia Bridge over to Swirl, where Flower was further indoctrinated…
Flower came in for a seminar and to help me sort through the morass of work issues. And of course, to see New Orleans. On Friday we took mom to Commander’s for lunch and it was the usual type of lunch for both of us where you can’t really relax and enjoy because work issues are breathing down your back at a breakneck pace. I told a friend, lunch sucks, can’t do it, not too…
I sit on my front porch and marvel how it is that knowing everyone I don’t know everyone or every place – a man who I’ve seen often running by, saw me on the other side of the bayou, and said “come to my Jamaican restaurant” – CoCo Hut on Bayou Road – I’m all over that – open Tues through Saturday 11:00 to 7:00 PM.