A friend of mine in San Francisco was often fond of saying there are no answers in the back of the book we were given. And while that is mostly true the fact is there are answers to us individually. The moment we stop listening to what we should be doing, or how we should be reacting, and start listening to the inner dialogue inside of us, we find our way out of most dilemmas.…
We woke this morning to a silvery grey fog that hung and clung to landscape here on Bayou St. John. As Loca and I walked through the spooky park this morning, we marveled at how quiet the fog makes the world. It’s interesting because one of the lores of the South is that it is so hot people have their windows open and you can hear the private conversations for miles because voices travel easy…
My mom said today that she is sick and tired of this – and I don’t much blame her. She’s hooked to the medical machine and there is nothing pretty about that. I tell the nurses every day, you make my job look easy and fun in comparison. Sheesh. But meanwhile, while she is there, I’m the one with the rambling messages from my nutball sibling asking me what I did with a wicker table…
I worked on a book project for a guy one time who asked me why waste time reading fiction and I told him because you learn about life through fiction. Nothing could have been truer than just putting down the first in the Stieg Larsson trilogy, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, I realized that there are fucked up families everywhere. Thank god! Because I was starting to think it was just mine. At first…
Last night I dreamt that we had adopted a baby girl and she grew up a month in every second that passed and I saw from my office window Tatjana holding the little girl who had just been an infant moments ago and I lamented not having spent time with my baby. Then Tatjana said that she dreamt we had adopted a baby boy. What gender do you want, people ask. Does it really matter?…
Right before Katrina, City Park had a bond that was approved to do major renovations and additions to the park. One of them was the Big Lake project which is on the right of the entrance. After four plus years, the project is completed and the lake is sporting paddle and row boats and big spouting geyser in the middle. Aside from the trees, the infrastructure, and its position right next to the New Orleans…
It has been raining all day in New Orleans and that’s just fine with me. After a marathon lunch with my brother yesterday, I was ready for some self-imposed R&R. I did not get on my bike, but I did a get a walk with Loca. And then for lunch we made bow-tie pasta with manchego and fried eggs and a cucumber and tomato salad. That just about did me in. After catching up on…
La Violencia de las Horas Todos han muerto. Murió doña Antonia, la ronca, que hacía pan barato en el burgo. Murió el cura Santiago, a quien placía le saludasen los jóvenes y las mozas, respondiéndoles a todos, indistintamente: “Buenos días, José! Buenos días, María!” Murió aquella joven rubia, Carlota, dejando un hijito de meses, que luego también murió a los ocho días de la madre. Murió mi tía Albina, que solía cantar tiempos y modos…
I took Loca for a walk today through the park and she hopped most of the way there. It’s amazing that the Crepe Myrtles are losing their foliage while there are new shoots of green all over the park. It’s winter – right? There were puddles of water everywhere because of the rains we have been having and the disappearing ferns that cover the live oaks were thick and caused the hirsute branches to look…
Our advertisements start tomorrow – we want to adopt is the message. A friend in the park yesterday told me that her friend went to his yearly work conference and got on stage and said “My wife and I are trying to adopt and our attorney told us to tell everyone.” Which has been our counsel as well. That night her friend met someone that led to them having a baby. Last night at the…