I was speaking to a friend who was talking about her mother, she said that her mother had always had a way of making her feel fat, or of actually saying, you’re chubby, you have a fat head. We laughed, how could your mother say you have a fat head? I was telling her that I had heard from someone else just yesterday who said their mother said they looked terrible in brown – brown…
At yoga today, Michele was out and Libby was in – she’s awesome in her own way. She said the theme of the month has been about Radha and Krishna, the divine love and about how enlightenment is seeing yourself in others much like Hemon spoke about in his Lazarus Project narrative. More importantly the talk was about how the very struggles that we go through make us who we are and we couldn’t be…
I must admit that I have had little need for outside noise – a day’s work and time with Tin is all my muddled brain can afford these days. Loca didn’t get her walk this morning and was psycho by the time we got out this afternoon making me almost psycho. She hopped the entire way around the bayou. A woman called to me pushing a stroller, “I feel your pain.” She yelled over that…
There have been several sightings of three ducks fucking or attempting to on land and on water. Usually two males fighting over one female and everyone looking frazzled in the meantime. Something about spring in the air puts a spring in your step – you’d think all that undercover stuff during this long, cold winter would have been the randy period, but no, it’s great weather that brings out the beast.
When I redid the floors of the LaLa, I stained them ebony and when we had the big freeze the filling between the planks just popped out, one two three, and for some reason, the stain wore off along the high traffic areas around the same time. So yesterday I got some ebony stain and put it down and am going to work it till I figure out the best way to hide the color…
I was listening to an interview with Evan Christopher today on OZ and he was talking about how after the levee failure musicians felt they had to take responsibility for their own music and also about the importance of paying homage to those people who were important to you. The song they played was called The Memory Song from his new album Wrath of Grapes and it is one of those uncanny days in New…
The day that started off looking gloomily cold turned out to be gloriously beautiful. I went for a run with Loca while Margarete was still around to watch Tin. Not having that extra pair of hands and eyes is daunting – single mothers – god bless them. The line up at the Square is stellar this year and this little boy likes to boogie just like his mommy so we’re definitely going to try to…
Right by the Botanical Gardens where there has been for eternity a weak display of Knock-out roses and not much else is a brand new fountain with a woman holding an urn that looks like waves and fish are leaping up at her feet. The best part is she has an outie just like Tin! Anyway, behold the new fountain and bravo City Park on installing yet another wonderful addition for us to enjoy.
With T out of town I have a new schedule with the nanny coming and T not here to do the mornings as usual with Tin. So this morning I scheduled calls for before he wakes up but I completely forgot about Loca and her walk. Turns out the nanny showed up an hour earlier because T had asked her to and so I was able to quickly move to getting Loca out the door…
In cleaning the countertops I picked up the two elephants that sit on the windowsill. They are wish boxes and inside were several wishes that gave me pause. MOM – ENJOY & TRANQUIL BEAN – HEALTH & JOY US – HEALTHY HAPPY BABY K – PEACE OF HEART The first two were for Mom and Arlene and now they have passed into that great tranquil beyond. The baby we were wishing for is Tin, we…