In these whirling days of busy-ness, it’s like stealing time to take my walks with Loca, to write in my blog, to even stop for a moment and reflect on how happy I am. This morning, I crossed the foot bridge and I saw no pelicans – alas, March is almost over and they are headed north. I passed Cabrini girls gabbing away in their plaid uniforms.
Today, it’s been a week of annoyances with things – plumbers for T, a new battery for my cellphone, a new camera to replace my FAVORITE camera that I dropped and broke on Sunday, escrow re-evaluations that caused me to pull over in my truck and cry, and mom having her 1900000th nervous breakdown and as I sat in traffic waiting for the light to change after leaving the Verizon store, I saw an official…
It seems like the days are filled with lots to do and not enough time to do – my my – is that why I looked up and noticed it is March 18th – the year flying by like nothing.
At the St. Patty’s Day parade, we were all hanging out on the balcony talking about going to dinner at August later and then going dancing at MiMi’s after. Our visiting Turkish hunk turned to the woman he had his eyes on and said, “You are my woman – tonight – no dinner – no dancing – just you in my bed.” I don’t think I have ever heard a better come on line – well,…
A friend gave an assessment of New Orleans – she said, you could marry a donut and no one would flinch around here. True, but alas, we like it that way.
This morning, coming across the Magnolia Bridge, I heard over the loudspeakers the children reciting the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag. I thought about having a child and s/he going off to school to do all of those things that children do as they grow up and I felt moved to tears – and I passed two teenage girls, late for school, crossing the bridge who looked at me as if I were some…
Eudora Welty wrote a story called A Worn Path about a mother who has lost her son but yet she still takes the same route through a field as if he were still with her – mother and child matted down a path through the vegetation – the mother now, is incapable of leaving off the habit, walking along the worn path, forgetting the habit of love. This morning, I walked through the park with Loca…
Yesterday marked T’s unofficial move in date – it will be official when she brings her one chair, desk, lamp and two forks. She’s a minimalist among other things. When we were loading her stuff in the truck, I told her lesbians may u-haul but straight girls drive their own truck. A few boxes, a few bags and she asked me later, if it was overwhelming – and I smile even thinking of this notion…
A friend told me what she loves most about T is how funny she is – who knew, she said. Another commented T looks so stern in her photos – the warmth and humor and ease was a complete surprise when she met her. And yet another weighs in that our friend wrote her to say he met T and is in love with her. One by one the evidence mounts – she fits me…
We met with an instant knowing, but I know you better through your friends and you know me better through my friends. And how I love how your friends love you and you love them. It resonates the layers and layers I see in you; seeing you through them, thickens the layers – grants them texture and depth – my love for you expands as if I assume a thousand eyes with which to see…