Last night I took a friend to dinner at Iris – a restaurant I have been to three times now – and I have to admit, I’m sort of done with expensive dinners. August for a chi chi lunch – I love. Meaux Bar anytime for dinner. But this is the third time I’ve gone to Iris and I just didn’t find the food all that. I mean it’s not bad but there is nothing…
I visited with mom for a good while this morning and she was more responsive but still the wear and tear of the now almost three months in the hospital was showing in her eyes. I asked her if she knew my name and she said, “My baby.” I told her she was something, keeping us all on pins and needles like she has. You know how you sit back and you just don’t see…
I drove over to the Quarter today to pick up something – a red wig. I can’t stand the fact that my hair is no longer red even though I’m enjoying the brunette do. But I forgot it is Southern Decadence weekend and was wondering why all the cute boys were in town. The crowd is not as strong as it has been for Labor Day weekends past, perhaps everyone was still sleeping off last…
I missed yoga yesterday because I was at the hospital meeting my aunt and uncle who had come in to see mom. She is not doing so well but the doctor keeps assuring me that she will get better. Sigh. So I went to a night yoga class and was happy to see Libby, my other favorite instructor. She took us out of the ballroom up on the roof where we were overlooking the rooftops…
NPR has been running a series on train and rail transit that made me think when I heard one of the first programs that this could only be possible under Obama’s leadership. When Bush was president was anyone talking about rail transit? Uh, no. So they were polling people around the country to see if they would be willing to use the rail or train instead of their car and one woman driving an SUV…
Sitting around a dinner table a friend said she knew of nobody who had cancer five years ago but suddenly that is all she keeps hearing about. Another friend at the table said, “It’s your age.” Well it does seem like I keep hearing stories about more people with cancer, that’s terminal, and I think of how cancer still remains one of the most incredible tragic stories of our lifetime. People die from cancer –…
I was watching the movie last night and admiring the way Paul, Julia’s husband, adored her and supported her. Someone asked me this past weekend if I could see spending the rest of my life with T and I said no doubt, that is what I am going to do. The same friend who asked me had told me that her measure of destiny was who did you want to sit down at the end…
I moved back to New Orleans with one goal in mind, to be near my mother. For decades I had dreamed of making my mother happy. I imagined that if I could relocate her to a cute yellow house, with a lovely garden, that she would sit outside on the porch and have her coffee and listen to birds and be happy. Years ago a friend of mine whose father was an alcoholic told me…
I went last night to see Julie and Julia, the new movie out about Julia Childs and a young woman name Julie who blogs about cooking out of Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Meryl Streep plays Julia Childs – and as usual she does a fabulous job, at times I almost forgot it was Streep and thought it was Childs. And let me just say I love(d) Julia Childs. Before I went a few…