The Saints are 5 and 0, although I’m not a football watcher, I’m a fan of the Saints and I am sure proud of the boys. And how about Drew? Drew Dat! I went to Rouses’ after visiting with mom where I had watched the game with her, all of a sudden someone said, Who dat? and then the entire grocery store erupted – everyone kept chanting Who Dat? at the top of their lungs.…
Michele came into yoga class the other day at NOAC and said she is lucky that everyday she gets to go to work and hang out with cool people. Well the same can be said for New Orleans, like minded people, birds of a feather, we’re all here together for a reason. Last night, friends of ours who have three small children said that their mother was in the country and they had a babysitter…
Someone put up some signs around New Orleans not to long ago that said IMAGINE THAT YOU MIGHT BE WRONG. Today I was driving down Carrollton and saw that someone had edited the sign which now reads IMAGINE THAT YOU MIGHT BE A ROBOT.
We went to the New Orleans Museum of Art today to see an exhibit by Skylar Fein but actually found ourselves entranced by the William Woodward paintings = mainly crayon on board – so fabulous of the French Quarter when the original opera house was standing, and Bourbon Street was lined with small cottages and the Absinthe House was colorful. What a treat.
I’m looking outside at a sky filled with puffy horizontal clouds that are dark grey blue on the bottom and in the background is a soft pale pink – it’s quite an incredible sky. Someone is playing music, jive shucking type music with lots of drums and somebody getting down. The city of New Orleans is all snake oil, the atmosphere waves a wand of magic over you and lulls you into believing that there…
It’s Friday – thank god! – and we have had three bites on our ad – woo hoo! – and we are going to open a beautiful bottle of Turnbull cabernet, put in a Jane Champion movie, and eat some kibbe and a salad and say – whew, what a week, but we’re grateful for the pelican, for the cool air that has come, and for the mornings we’ve seen the sun come up across…
Gal Holiday was playing last night at Liuzza’s by the Track, I called my brother to see if he wanted to walk over there with me but he was too pooped. So after Tai Chi, I was thinking of going myself and got a call from a neighbor to join her, but by then was ready to chill. But I also knew that we were going to see Gal Holiday at the Circle Bar on…
Michele from Swan River Yoga just confirmed that they are opening up a MidCity branch on Canal by Jeff Davis – awesome. I can walk to yoga. It opens in 2010 and is in an old building that has a beautiful mural.
I was telling E that I am a tangle of love and guilt seeing my mother hooked to all of these life sustaining devices and wishing that she find her peace soon because this isn’t living. I said I didn’t go see her on Sunday and felt guilty afterwards. We talked a lot about the past years after I came back to New Orleans and the years leading up to my return when my trips…
Someone recently was saying they can’t drink or eat sugar, what is left to do – I said YOGA! And again today, I was reminded why. It seems as if the seeds of change only need fertile ground for them to take root. Like when five months ago in my darkest hours with my mother, the theme of the month was addiction. Or recently when I cannot bridge the great divide between my sibling and…