After 24 hours in bed sweating out a fever, I’m 90% today and thankful for it. Now to get back on the roll I was on – of course, this quote from yesterday’s NYT might give my roll some perspective. QUOTATION OF THE DAY “Investors better go to a drugstore and get a neck brace. It’s an extremely emotional market. It goes from boom to doom on a daily basis.” ED YARDENI, an investment strategist.
Okay this is my horoscope today: Taurus The fact that you will have a lot of high energy today will do more than fuel high productivity — it could instigate some inspiring changes within your group of friends. In all your activities, your enthusiasm will bubble up from deep inside you without any effort on your part, and it’s contagious. Without realizing it, you will become a sort of leader — showing people options they…
S and I walked our dogs (well, almost all our dogs, Arlene stayed home) through the park in the dark. I haven’t ever been in that park in the dark, except to see the holiday lights. I’m still struggling to understand how people become who they are. What makes S wise beyond his years? Why do I behave like I’m 15 a lot of times? I’m not quite sure I have the answer to this…
My mother called while S and I were coming back from our dog walk – practically bursting through the phone lines that she is being offered a DON job at a nursing home in Baton Rouge – another 1.5 hour commute each way, another high stress job. She says she will rent a crash pad there and keep her place here in New Orleans and drive back on the weekends. I don’t want to be…
I also heard from my brother, David, who I haven’t spoken with since the last time I was at my older brother’s house. We correspond but rarely talk by phone. It was so good hearing his voice – made me ache to see him and reminded me of how remiss I have been not to take the time to go visit him.
Ever since we were on the bike ride and had a group prayer at the Chapel of Sunshine the next morning, I’ve been thinking about those less fortunate than me in a big way. My prayers at night are starting to sound like a laundry list unfortunately: Mom – watch her health Sarah – help her overcome her RSD David – get him out of prison sooner than later Daphne – help her lungs become…
Sundays can be this way sometimes – you get a lot done without even trying – breakfast at the Cakeman – YUM YUM YUM – the best biscuit I ever put in my mouth besides my grandmother’s fresh from the oven – on Spain and Chartres – the Cakeman rules for breakfast in the Marigny. The hot cross buns looked divine and we bought petite pineapple upside down cakes and I ate a half of…
Last night, we briefly discussed those who are passionate and those who aren’t. It’s one of those you either are or you are not equations. This was my affirmation this morning – I think it’s obvious what side of the fence I fall on: November 11, 2007 The passion burns within me for love and for life!
This morning, fog has descended and blanketed the bayou with a ghostly mist – runners and dogwalkers alike look phantom like – I wonder where our bagpipe player is, a perfect time for him to strike a note.