Tis the season for pecans to rain down on your head – there are a lot of towering pecan trees on this side of the bayou and the nuts fall like little bombs and sometimes scare the shit out of me when it is dark outside. And of course, Loca goes after the smashed ones like they are crack. Speaking of which, the best Loca is a sleeping Loca – it’s the only Loca you…
You have to think of these holidays in terms of abundance – which was starting to feel to me like too much, but whose to argue with excess? My new name is Poca, as in Pocahontas – there are now 25 guests showing up for Thanksgiving dinner and thank god someone is providing the headdresses – I will be Poca, and Daphne will be Pokey, and the rest are anywhere between pilgrims and single feather…
You know what six sense is? It is when you are responding to an email, talking on the phone, and also getting pinged on IM by another colleague, when you feel this sense under your skin that something is amiss – you sense Loca is not tearing apart a plush toy near your desk and you’re not quite sure where she is but you hear some monotonous continuous sound. So you peak downstairs and see…
Hosting a presidential debate here in New Orleans is a no-brainer – after we hosted the event of the century – but the committee opted to forego holding the event here citing New Orleans is not ready for prime-time – do tell? – maybe they should have told the other conferences who are meeting here and having a damn fine time.
My intimate Thanksgiving dinner – the first at the LaLa – has expanded and expanded to now have 25 “orphans” attending. I pray for a sunny day so we can set the tables up on the bayou and have room to eat and move around. I’m deep frying two turkeys and making a big dish of stuffed mirliton along with pecan pie. Everybody and their mother is bringing something – so it should be a…
I could have sworn this was a quote from New Orleans in the NYT this morning: QUOTATION OF THE DAY “I feel happy, but my happiness is not complete. We need more people to come back. We need more people to feel safe.” SUHAILA AL-AASAN, on returning with her family to her otherwise empty apartment building in Baghdad.
Yesterday morning, Pied-billed Grebes bobbed along in the lagoons of City Park. An immature White Ibis sat on the trunk of a soap nut tree overhanging the lagoon. Brown pelicans and a lone large white pelican dominated the bayou scene. Great egrets like giant origamic glided along the tops of trees leading into the park. Then late into the gloaming, a Great Blue Heron sat in its iconic heron pose, as we motored down the…
Tuesday last week, I woke with a thunk – the sound of me going down big time in this whatever it is I have – Tuesday night C called and said she had just been to the doctor and had the same thing and I needed to take antibiotics. So I found some Amoxicillin that I had from when I had gotten an infection on my newly operated toe – because my then newfound puppy…
We took two boats and tied them together and powered by J’s newfangled quiet motor we began to cruise to Park Island, but Fatma drove by with Suleyman and she jumped out of the truck and into the boat with us and we took the boats all the way to her house. Her huge house was destroyed by Katrina and now through some interesting alterations from Terri and Ian, the raised floors and opened ceiling…