I tried to cram too many things into today and then I came to the conclusion that sometimes you have to push the envelope – work, friends, child, garden, dogs, partner – put all in the blender and hit GRIND. Sometimes the best place for a woman to be is out on a limb, dangling by a thread. Gotta love it.
They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks and that is true. Sandy at Pontchahoa Kennels where our dogs stay sometimes said that Heidi is too old to learn – she’s five. So I have given up on trying. Used to be we’d get to the corner and I’d have to work, work, work with Heidi to get her to sit while Loca performed beautifully. Now I just have decided to praise Loca…
Because of Tin’s dry skin, he more often than not gets what my mother always called a bird bath. A wet washcloth wipe down. Today I was in the park and all of the ducks and swans were by the playground making a ruckus as they dipped in an out of the water washing and preening and screeching. It’s either that time of year or they got really dirty last night. No one was talking,…
When Faulkner decided to call his novel Light in August was he referring to the “light” (pregnancy) or was he really talking about the color of bourbon in his glass as the August light hit it just so? Today walking through City Park after the hard rain from last night, I saw the light in August that hasn’t been here until today. It’s August 23rd and up until this morning the light has been something…
Another neighbor stopped in yesterday and admired the cucuzza on the counter after I had written that entry on this vegetable – said that her family calls it cucuzza (with a k) and since her family knows produce, I’d have to say it’s only some of the Sicilians here in New Orleans that say gugootza and I stand corrected.
I was all over the Ogden today for the family day event and went through a lot of different exhibits from the painting called the Holy Trinity which had Elvis, Jesus and Robert E. Lee in it to large heavy oils of Southern landscapes, one being a street uptown to a room with photographs from Katrina. It’s been five years and after the first photograph I couldn’t turn away and I couldn’t stop from crying.…
I’ve written many times of my rich heritage being the daughter of a Cuban born Sephardic father whose parents haled from Constantinople and a mother who was raised in the pine forests of Washington Parish, Louisiana. The cuisine alone was as rich and varied as the terrain my parents came from – crisp platanos fritos, black bean and rice (aptly named in Cuba moros y cristianos) to kibbe, tabouleh, and baklava and arroz con pollo…
When my mother was living I told her to let me take out a life insurance policy on her so that I could pay her burial costs. That never happened but she did manage to hang onto a small policy that paid about two-thirds of my half of her burial. Now with other costs arising that involve structurally making the grave sound for eternity (my aunt dumped a bunch of sand on it to keep…
Corporate responsibility Odwalla started out with a good program, fresh juice but then it wanted to be huge and next thing you know e coli happens. The eggs from Iowa are being recalled as I write – but investigative reporters like Michael Pollan are exposing the absurdity of buying eggs from far away lands and making shoppers like me smarter. BP’s corporate responsibility flew out the door when the oil spill crisis happened and now…