My horoscope today – bring it on: August 31, 2010 Taurus (4/20-5/20) You may not literally hit the jackpot, but it’s still hard to beat the streak of good luck that is coming your way. It’s not just in one area of your life, either — expect good fortune in love, money and your career path. You do need to be careful to avoid signing anything irrevocable for the time being. Just enjoy your run of…
Back in December, Marc Pagani took those swell photos of little Tin and one of them we had blown up and framed. Only on the way to here the frame got damaged and so my friend and framer said he would get another and have it to me in no time – that was about eight months ago and I stalked him and text, emailed, called, to no avail and today, I told T that…
I woke up this morning and it was animal kingdom – I had been up since 4AM because Heidi had to go out and from there it was Bam Bam crying all morning to be fed then to be let out and then I go use the guest bathroom where the litter box is and there are little pieces of litter everywhere. Later, Loca goes in for her teeth cleaning which costs more than mine…
I sat down and tried to outline a budget on reduced income and figured out, I can’t. Then I tried to figure out a time allotment rotation of work, exercise, relationship, motherhood, dogs, and me and couldn’t. Fuck the budgeting – I say balls to the wall and just see what sticks. “Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities” Frank Lloyd Wright
For the second night in a row, I woke to Heidi begging to get out because she has diarrhea – blessed with a child who sleeps through the night – we have two dogs to keep us humble. As I lay in bed both nights, my left hand was itching, badly. I thought, uh oh, what now? – left hand itching means I am going to have to pay somebody. Sure enough, took Loca to…
Tonight the sky put on a show of drama without the summer colors – just big white clouds outlined in grey against a sky blue sky. I walked Tin around the bayou and it was the usual dynamics. He will hold my hand to cross the street but any suggestion of holding hands on the sidewalk leads to a fit. But nothing leads to a hissy fit like telling him he is going the wrong…
I was speaking to a neighbor the other day (who is Jewish) who said she was born black and therefore has the wrong color skin (she is fair skinned). Another friend who sent me an article about adoption, about the guy who adopted two Chinese girls and wrote a book about it, said the guy had also mentioned a boy who was adopted and who thought he was American Indian. His adopted parents brought him…
This is a familiar refrain in New Orleans – it started raining Friday night and didn’t stop. We set up the umbrellas and plastic gazebo because we decided that rain wasn’t going to stop us from having our Release Party – I mean rain? Water? That is our metaphor, right? We put our shrimp boots on and carried tables, food, and drink out to the bayou and people came carrying more food, more drink, more…
We were driving out to Metairie to pick up the noodle kugel we had ordered for the Release party as well as two 2-lb challah loaves when the eastbound side of the I-10 was completely empty and we saw the motorcade on its way in – President Obama here in the Crescent City to honor our loss and our rebound. It’s raining outside but we are still holding our Release party come hell or high…
The rain is clearing and we are holding our Release party this evening. We’re going to burn all our grievances and regrets and we’re going to cast (Jewish style) a piece of bread into the bayou for our many wishes. Today marks 5 years since the great levee failure of 2005 and we are going to get down on our knees figuratively and be grateful for where we are today. Hallelujah we’re home, home at…