I dreamed I flew to Portland, Oregon and asked Steve to marry me again. Again, a full bore manifestation of my waking life asserting itself into my dreams. I had told S earlier that I wished Steve and I would have been able to bridge to the other side but we couldn’t. There’s a saying for that – for every door that closes, one opens. But being human and being me means sometimes you stare…
Today we watched the dog swimming in a circle splashing like crazy and so we went out to find out what was going on – a woman said the dog had fallen out of a pickup truck and must have hurt his back – so we took the canoe out with a borrowed leash from a bystander and as we were pulling away a man said “He’s just having fun.” I told him what the…
We all went out to help fundraise for Todd and Erin and the music was fun, the crowd was grooving, I was helping Swirl pour wines. The Russian spy girls were shocked to see me without my face peeling off. And I bid on wooden balls – the sun and the moon – and got them! Todd was in his wheelchair and he said he was feeling tired. I imagine so. His story was in…
Rick Reynolds says he loves Christmas time because he gets to cull his list of friends. He has a whole set of criteria of who gets on his friend list and he loves taking people off. S’s father loves his birthday party list where he gets to edit his “friends” as well. I find I don’t have to make a list these days as attrition happens (a good bumper sticker – don’t ya think?) –…
Last night, after dinner, I lay in bed to the screams of some lunatic in the street. I thought to get up several times but kept thinking it would stop. This morning, D and J were gathered in discussion about the lunatic. Who was he? Why didn’t we call the police? What was he saying over and over again – was it Wanda? Rhonda? I offered, Help Me Rhonda?
S and I were marveling over our love of the same book – The Razor’s Edge – but it’s no marvel – we are both seekers and that is the quintessential book on this theme. Walking along the glassy bayou this morning, I turned into City Park and the lagoon was so dark and inky, so reflective, so mirror-like, that I thought of Narcissist and how he loved gazing at his reflection. Did Narcissist see…
J and I were walking our dogs and J was doing her usual complaining about Lucky and Lucky is a fence fighter and this drives J crazy. Someone walking by said, “Yeah, I’ve been a fence fighter my whole life.” There is a school of thought that you fence someone into a persona when you put a label on it – for instance, ADD suddenly swallows the entire person, who can now be reduced to…
Steve – architect of the LaLa – entered a competition with his partner, Chris, and they came in 3rd place for the Eastern Site and received a commendation for the Inner Site. Woo hoo!
I stumbled across this website and could not believe it – Rick Reynolds – I saw him in 1992 in San Francisco and he was so unbelievably funny that I ached for days afterwards. He has this uncanny knack for taking you as low as you could go before tears are welling over in your eyes to rip roaring laughter that makes your jaw ache. His website is about his battle with depression though and…
Toddarama, Benefit for Todd Windisch, Saturday November 17, 1 to 5 pm In lieu of the 1 year anniversary party for Swirl and Lux Salon, the Faubourg St. John Merchants Association is holding a fund raiser for one of our fellow business owners. Todd Windisch, who co-owns Lux Salon with his wife Erin Peacock, had a terrible motorcycle accident 6 weeks ago and is still hospitalized. To help Todd with his medical expenses and get…