9/11 and my sources say they are going about their business there in New York. August 29th and we went about our business here in New Orleans. The Jews have a way of dealing with grief – we bury our dead within 24 hours and sit shiva for one week. You grieve and then you come out of the house and go about living again. Life is for the living.
This morning, walking around the bayou, I passed a man in a flowing orange robe – Hari Krishna from their home on Esplanade. Turning the corner, came a group of nuns walking in a single file towards the church. Crossing the Magnolia Bridge three nutrias swam in a V, headed north. L says that D said the park is creepy and threatening – really? – I see moss fat from the trees, a lagoon where…
Down around the corner, out in the street, the folks on the court were all out having their glass of wine and night time talk. The pleasure police, as she has come to be known, was dressed down. The driver of the concrete truck who came to deliver to the house being renovated – dressed down. By the time, we were coming to Moss Street again, the penultimate house, the door opened and two heads…
Last night, P, T, and G and I went to celebrate our birthday at Grand Isle where P’s husband is the chef. The food was delicious and the presentation was awesome. Crabmeat salad with citrus sauce, tuna with eggplant, then a profiterole with candied mint ice cream and caramel swirl. We girls caught up on love life, work, kids, and travel then G and I headed to Bacchanal to see what was up there. We…
My mom called today with news from a family who has already suffered with the death of young daughter and subsequent suicidal depression of her mother, that now the oldest son committed suicide. Too much pain for one family.
Twelve of us met for breakfast and gossip this morning after a long bike ride. Somebody said her co-worker’s husband became enraged by his wife’s vibrator and took the thing out in front of God and neighbors and threw it down in the driveway and rolled over it again and again with his truck. Wow.
Another day older and deeper in sweat. It was a fabulous bike ride this morning – my entire entourage was somewhere else and I was out in Kenner and this guy almost ran smack into me, so I just smiled and said hello and then he followed me home. Well not home, but all the way back – he had just come from biking in Oregon and was talking about how beautiful it is out…
One of the couples at my porch party last night was a Match.com date. He asked me if I am on Match and I said no. Then she told me, I am on Match because the photo she uploaded was one with me in it and she said, “it’s a real bad picture of you, but it’s such a good picture of me.” What goes on? Anyway the date turned out to be a nice…
Down here in New Orleans, if the porch light is on, come on down – I started with one drop in, then two and now another on the way. It’s the magic of the porch.