We had friends visiting from California the other night and were sitting on the front porch having a cocktail and looking at the soft lit up dome of Our Lady of the Rosary. They are staying at other friend’s B&B in the Marigny and the woman said, “I’ve passed through New Orleans a few times, but never really gotten to know it, but I always forget how beautiful it is here.” Ah, yes, beauty is…
Our Croatian family arrived last night – mom and cousin – to visit for six weeks. Originally coming for a mercy visit – to help us with an infant that was due June 8th, they’re here for a truncated trip instead just to hang out. To show you how much the modern architecture movement is rooted in Europe, the first thing my mother-in-law said was she liked the LaLa and noticed it’s modern style. Meanwhile,…
You have to be appreciative of what you have and so when the weather turns so warm you feel like the one two punch when you walk out the door, remind yourself that it is slowing you down. There is a lot of talk these days about slow food, slow parenting, and simple living. Here in New Orleans, when the weather is spiking past 90 degrees and the humidity is there to match, slow is…
We walked fairly early this morning, around 7:30 AM but Wolfie, Loca and I were done with only half the distance. I even let Loca off her leash when we got to the park and instead of her usual mischief, she just half heartedly went after a squirrel then said forgetaboutit. It’s hot here but you know what, it’s only going to get hotter.
No one likes to hear about other people’s dreams right? Well someone was telling us about their supernatural dreams of large moths today and I thought of a dream I had the other night, in it an old lover took out a rifle and shot my ex-husband. I grabbed a golf club and started beating him to bloody hell. Next scene, I see him swinging his young daughter up on his shoulders and his wife…
The Wildlife and Fishery guy said he had bigger gators to catch than our little four footer that appeared in the bayou. So now someone has named him Snappy and he’s ours. Apparently, he’s been a good predator for the nutria who sort of gross everyone out with their yellow teeth and their rodentia-like dawn scurries in and out of the bayou. Plus once you name a pet, it’s really yours (i.e., Wolfie). Right?
One night in New York, we went to meet a dear friend and headed to the Armory to see an installation by Brazilian artist, Ernesto Neto. There was a pool of blue plastic balls and we dove into it and there I found such relief from a stressful day, achy feet, and New York in general. I thought why bother with that plunge pool we have been wanting to put in in back, why not…
I finished Grace and Grit on the plane ride home, and landed on New Orleans ground with tears in my eyes. What an interesting book. It’s a love story, about religion, spirituality, about cancer, about life. I highly recommend it even if there are tedious moments where Ken Wilbur waxes pendantic. When I got home, I called my mom who was supposed to have an appointment with her physical therapist, Scott. She had been canceling…
Our cabbie recommended we watch Brick Lane – he said it was an accurate portrayal of the typical Bangladesh immigrant experience. We are adding it to our Netflix list.
Our cab driver said that when he came back from Bangladesh and lost his job as a pharmacy manager, he took the first thing he could find to make money, which was driving a cab. He told us that we were lucky to have caught a cab at the time we did because it was Friday, and 80% of the cab drivers in New York are Muslim, and they were getting ready to break for…