Okay, Jazz Fest this weekend – naturally, lots to do and see and eat and feel. But tonight Swirl is having a tasting, so an after fest event. And then tomorrow night, James Singleton and Helen Gillet are at Zeitgeist again – 9PM. This time we’re going to make this show. On the big 5-0 – going to go do Yoga in the Sculpture Garden at NOMA, then slink back to the house for some…
I’m inclined to people, places and stuff that makes me lose my breath and I’ve always been a shallow breather. For years, I’ve heard from others that I should take yoga because I’m a whirling dervish and really need to relax, bring my energy inward, and stretch. 16 years in California and I hated every yoga class I ever took – bored me to tears – I’d much rather be swirling around a step, lifting…
Today begins the second weekend of Jazz Fest – it’s local Thursday, when the music is a bit more subdued and the crowd is too. Locals love this day to go the Fest because it usually doesn’t have the 100K crowd that Saturday and Sunday attract. But I’m going later because there is one person I want to see – Emmylou Harris. I’m a huge fan of hers and have followed her along many steps…
T’s family is coming for the summer – a young child and an elderly woman – now we have Swine Flu to worry about. Should they come, should they not? Was it just last summer we were dealing with the threat of Bird Flu? And before that Anthrax? And what about the fear of living? That seems to be an every day occurrence.
There is an empty field by the post office, right near the hospital that has not reopened since Katrina. It is directly on the swath of land that is going to be developed into a green/bike corridor, which we are all so enthusiastic about around here. But right now, all I see is a large field of black-eyed susans. Today I picked a nosegay for the table and the delicate stems and the rising heat…
The yoga theme last night was about Karma and how we are all now weeding our way through past issues and trying to plant the seeds of progress for tomorrow. I have always wondered why I am so blessed in life to enjoy love, good friends, and work that suits me so well. Maybe I had banked up enough Karmic chits in the past to deserve all this wonder.
I took mom in for her blood work and I was holding the door for a woman who was walking in with a cane. I said to her, I wish my mother would use one of those. She said, “I’m trying to get off it. I have just recovered from breast cancer and now I have bursitis. Truth is, it’s kicking my butt.” I said well, you look pretty good for having gone through all…
The solid mahogany columns on the front had started yellowing but B came and sanded and sanded and refinished them and now they are their beautiful deep mahogany self. He told me I waited too long. T came to fix the irrigation that J had run over with the lawnmower and then he fixed a couple of small heads around that had blown off. The front doors are now being refinished – a product of…
Yesterday afternoon, I wanted to hula hoop, walk Loca, go to the grocery, and finish a few projects that I had and instead, I just took the two chairs that T puts together to recline in in the morning on the screen porch and brought my Sunday New York Times and lit the candle and sat there and read the paper while I looked out at the already almost overgrown garden. I curbed the desire…
We were watching the Sea Inside last night and the part where Javier Bardem’s character is floating in the water was almost like a flashback this morning. I came to my desk, ready to put the weekend of Jazz Fest activity behind me and focus on work when I got a call from my mother that she had fallen and couldn’t get up (funny in a commercial and not so funny in real life). I…