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Wasting a day

I went to see my mom today and it was the typical day of visiting then doctor then nurses then this and that. I watched for two hours as the nurses came in and bathed and changed my mom, and then when they had everything perfect, they had to do it all over again. I told them they make it look easy and that they make me happy I have my job and not theirs.…

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Tosca – an opera to die for

We went to see Tosca last night at the Mahalia Jackson theater and Mary Elizabeth Williams was fabulous – a must see. New Orleans had one of the first opera houses even thought that burned down and it now resides in the Mahalia Jackson theater in Louis Armstrong Park. But Tosca itself is filled with everything an opera should have – one twist and turn on top of another. Tosca’s love, a painter, harbors a…

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Age of Aquarius or Age?

I had a heart to heart with someone who has reached the same age as me and the same time as me when parents are ill and everyone seems to be dropping like flies. She said, I don’t know what’s going on, I can remember laying around and watching the Food Channel and having time. I said welcome to my world – the world where every friend gets short shrift, where the question of the…

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A rash of vandalism on our beloved bayou

Sometime in the middle of the night, someone stole Roy’s table and chairs, painted over our hand painted Love the Bayou signs with KILL COPS and spray painted Peggy Bishop’s pottery that graces the ugly street signs. The mayor of the neighborhood saw the table floating in the bayou and came over and Tatjana and he pulled it out. Meanwhile, Roy was at Home Depot buying our annual harvest decorations for the bayou and lamenting…

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And now for a little levity…

Sitting in the Denver airport with a long layover and a grand desire to be home. It’s 40 degrees here and 92 in New Orleans. Where would you rather be? Meanwhile, my old high school pal who contacted me on Facebook sends me good cheer from Atlanta. She writes: I don’t know if you remember this joke you told me in high school but it went something like this…. ONE DAY I WAS FEELING DOWN…

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