Had dinner with mom who is now trying to figure out what to do with all the time on her hands – so she paces the apartment and worries and grows increasingly more paranoid. She blamed me for her bad lab report saying that it was my words in there – “her apartment is like a pharmacy” – “she smokes incessantly” – “she had a breatholater in one hand with a lit cigarette in the…
I was interviewing someone today and the word “acceptance” came up in the natural course of our conversation. She said it’s part of acceptance of things being what they are and moving on. At the same time, I received an email from a friend who was going to adopt a child and decided at the last minute to give it some more thought. And in yet another conversation, Katrina as the force of life change…
Interesting article in the Wall Street Journal by Ted Nugent on Tuesday: The Summer of Drugs By TED NUGENT July 3, 2007; Page A17 This summer marks the 40th anniversary of the so-called Summer of Love. Honest and intelligent people will remember it for what it really was: the Summer of Drugs. Forty years ago hordes of stoned, dirty, stinky hippies converged on San Francisco to “turn on, tune in, and drop out,” which was…
We just couldn’t make it to all the parties yesterday – I did a drive by mimosa with my neighbor, then the Cotton Mill for bbq and then stopped in Del Forno and finally wound back at the bayou for a wine tasting and karaoke. I sang Sexual Healing (sorry Marvin, I butchered it). By the time my head hit the bed, I felt like there were fireworks going off in my brain.
That’s the title of a book I’m writing. Or at least that is what I told this guy I met yesterday – a friend of a friend who I ran into in the afternoon at Del Forno. We stopped in to see what was going on and as usual found a coterie of interesting Turks to engage in afternoon conversation. So Chapter One in this book is WHY I AM ATTRACTED TO ASSHOLES. But Chapter…
Ended up at a BBQ at the Cotton Mill yesterday to celebrate Independence Day – the food was abundant (pulled pork, jambalaya, beef tips, hot dogs, sausage, chili, ribs, cabagge salad, tomato salad, apple pie) and there was a daiquiri machine churning away frozen Voodoo delights! All of this was a product of two men, friends who put the whole meal on themselves. Amazing. Just like the Can, a lot of people relocated to the…
Remember that famous book that was designed to help people figure out what they are supposed to do in life? Well, I am truly fortunate – I never read the book but through a series of seemingly unrelated events I found my dream job. S and I had moved to New Orleans in 1995 – little did we know how much that move became pivotal in our lives. We were five years married at this…
My good neighbor called to say that he was making margaritas and was I coming by to have one – I told him I had Jake and was headed to Swirl later but would stop by – he said, uh, um, could you bring G because I have a buddy who wants to meet her. Sure, I said. So after L picked up J, I went over and checked out the buddy first – I…
J called on her way in from Houston to say she had gotten the job – she is finally now moving back to New Orleans after what seemed like a Katrina hiatus – she actually got transferred right before the storm but it felt like Katrina got in the way of her getting back. Her yellow bungalow on the bayou was so happy to hear the news! So were her neighbors.
I picked up J at summer camp yesterday afternoon and he was pretty excited to sit in the new car seat – leopard print – and he had one thing on his mind when he got in the truck. Blockbuster. He said he had been thinking about it and he wanted to take me to Blockbuster to show me these movies that I said I hadn’t seen. I told him we had to run an…