Bayou St John is a bohemian neighborhood filled with an eclectic mix of doctors, musicians, professors, writers, artists, jewelers, business people and what have you – just a wonderful neighborhood in a wonderful city. Yesterday, when I was coming back from the ATM machine at the Can, I crossed the street instead of following the bayou home I took a side street over and ran into Evan Christopher – a talented clarinetist and friend –…
Coming back from the post office today, B stopped and drove up on the bayou to chat. He had just spent the entire weekend entertaining his boss and his boss’ boss and a bunch of managers by doing all things New Orleans including tailgating for the BCS game. He is up to his usual, trying to organize people around a children’s book that he has had written by an author and illustrated by a young…
F came by late this afternoon for some cay (Turkish tea) and we sat outside in the 74 degree temp and drank our tea from green crystal Turkish cups and saucers. I caught her all up on the latest drama – she was floored that all this nonsense is directed at me when I was the one who was assaulted at my own Turkish party! – and she said she’s in with me for Mardi…
I was talking to my mom today about the fact that my group of friends are all costuming for Mardi Gras as they always do. I was invited to join them for the first time and was looking forward to it. However, in a missive I exchanged with that certain someone, I decided it might not be a good idea to do it this year as distance is still required. So I told B maybe…
Today’s my father’s birthday, he would have been 84 years old! Amazing. He died at 62 of a massive heart attack while putting on his shoes. He and my mother were visiting New Orleans from Atlanta where they had been living for about 15 years. He was at my brother’s condo on Metairie Road. I was supposed to have lunch with him. I went over there and knocked on the door a bunch of times…
I went over to take J home and L was home alone with the other two – her neighbor had asked her over for a little party but she had all three kids and couldn’t go so I said, go for a little bit, I’ll sit here with them while you’re gone. I sat there and realized how trapped a woman feels with children tethered to her, how one could get depressed, and how conflicting…
I was discussing with a friend my last blog entry and her thoughts were as follows – “Rachel, you say that at 48 and I could see how you might and how true this might be. But at 58 you think differently. You say to yourself – carpe diem!” If this is love, no matter what the cause, let me go there, let me wade deep in these waters, and soak it all up till…
I was reading a man’s journal entry about his attraction to emotionally unavailable women and how this is acting out a familiar pattern from his childhood of having an alcoholic and therefore emotionally unavailable mother. He talks about meeting a woman who he feels he could “fall madly in love with” and how it immediately lets him know that she is potentially an unavailable woman – because that is who he is attracted to on…
Yesterday afternoon, G stopped by and as we were chatting, who walks up but Fatma bearing gifts from Turkey – the blue eye on a crystal to ward off bad luck, and a pair of Burberry chic sunglasses for me to replace the ones that dropped in the bayou on one of our regattas. So good seeing her. Then J came over and a friend of G visiting from California came by and I played…
A bunch of friends came by last night, including new ones – one from California, one from New York – and we watched the 9 and 10 showing of the L-Word – all the drama – it reminds us of home. That’s why mom loves coming and hanging out around here with all the Lesbians because they are all beautiful and there is always drama. F says the reason why we have so many Lesbian…