This morning the Breast Cancer run/walk went right by our house. We’re were watching our 8 year old neighbor while her mother ran in the race. When I looked up I saw a friend walking who had been through her own bout with breast cancer. The color pink has never been so wonderfully adopted for a cause then breast cancer awareness. However, minutes after the pink runners and walkers passed the house, T took Wolfie…
It seems like every beefcake gym instructor I’ve taken over the last ten years hooks up with a skin and bone girlfriend. What is up with that?
I’m having a girl’s get together tonight – a group of us that normally get together around our birthdays since we are one after another but because two of us were turning 50 this year and had other celebrations, we are only now getting back around to the four of us – actually there will be six of us – and thank goodness. I decided to make Peter’s Margaritas and seviche from James Peterson’s Fish…
I was catching up with friends, actually neighbors, yesterday evening and went to sit on the porch with some and chit chat, and then while walking Loca and Wolfie caught up with another. Another neighbor had left a little package on our doorstep – a basket with a gourd wrapped in a sheet that looked like a ghost and two little eggs that were supposed to be ghost eggs. It had a paper cut out…
I was speaking with my mom today about back in August when on the 20th she had a code blue and after she kept saying José, José – my father’s name. My father died on August 20, 1985. I asked her today if she remembered that and if she had seen him and she said she didn’t remember it at all. I said, “Well, when you get to the other side could you send me…
A friend was telling me that when her mother was dying, they used to sit in the garden and look at the hummingbirds around the feeder. Then after her mother had died, she was coming back from the hospital in a snow storm and bringing her newborn home and a hummingbird landed on her car. She knew her mother’s spirit was near. Today, I was wondering how to approach my day with a good attitude…
The difference between a good day and a bad day is attitude. And that is certainly the case here. We played hooky from Tai Chi last night and watched instead two episodes of Mad Men, and I read (engrossed) more of The Girl Who Played With Fire (both were great entertainment and a good way to take my mind off of things). I woke this morning before the bells of Our Lady of the Cross…
The true essence of yoga is mind over matter. Your mind tells you you are old. It tells you your body is incapable of doing these bends, these poses, these flights. But you tell your mind you are in yoga class and you are going to do a crow’s pose, and a head stand, and turn into an impossible bend and you suddenly start believing it. It’s the darnedest thing!
Let’s recap where we are now. It’s pouring down rain in New Orleans, a state I usually welcome when it is not compounding my mood. I’ve turned myself into a workaholic because it is the only holic that is getting me through these times. Mom’s prognosis turned more dour today as her likelihood of getting off the vent is now unlikely even by her most ardent supporter – the lung doctor. At the same time,…
The pope is asking Anglicans who are sick and tired of female priests and gay rights to come join their cause, he’s so desperate for people, he’s even going to take in Anglican priests who are married. I say what a fab idea – everyone with prejudice in your heart, line up over here and that way, when the world passes them by, which it will, we can all point to the pope for bringing…