Keeping it clean
Loca is adapting to the clean house after Jazz Fest.
So since I’m about to go to sleep having written my last entry being about the funk we are all in and I was about to close down shop – I brilliantly remembered a new episode of Louise Log that I hadn’t seen yet because I couldn’t get it to come up when I first got the notice due to wireless issues. I’m so tired but I clicked on it and wala – Louise saves…
I am in that mode where I want to run to the moon and I think a lot of others are in the same shape. A friend/neighbor stopped by today and said that she was in a funk and she can’t figure out how to get out of it. Another friend/neighbor stopped in to say that she is living too much in her head and can’t seem to feel fun and whacky. I watched a…
My colleague and I met for the morning to talk about business and then we had lunch and late in the afternoon we watched, How Do You Know with Reese Witherspoon and Paul Rund. A therapist in the movie says the end all be all of what he’s learned from his clients is that you need to know what you want and be able to ask for it. It took me 48 years to do…
I have suffered from anomia for as long as I can remember – I’ll be introduced to someone and either I give them a name and never accept theirs or I cannot make the name I learn stick, even for a minute. This happens often and it would be embarrassing except that I immediately just warn people I can’t remember your name. A word for someone who never laughs is (agelast) and a word for…
I cycled through a plethora of conversations today that made me want to make note of all of them. One was with a friend who was talking about what MacArthur Foundation winners all share in common – 1) travel and 2) realizing when a situation is no longer serving them and reinventing themselves. These seem banal written here, but travel is something that puts you outside of your normal routine and makes you rely more…
Happy Jazz Fest Everybody – See You Again Next Year! We had a wonderful last day of the Fest. We caught some Gospel going in, we saw some Cuban music at the Lagniappe Stage, we went to Congo Square and bought Tin some more bongos, we visited with friends at the Info Booth: We headed to Gentilly where set up camp as Papa Grows Funk began their set. A man in a wheelchair was in…
This morning we went to Huevo’s on Banks Street for Mother’s Day breakfast. Tin ate tamales and I had a delicious breakfast burrito and afterwards Tin had a donut, well we both had a donut. Then driving home a huge SUV ran a red light and was headed right into me and Jerri yelled WATCH OUT and I yelled FUCK and Tin yelled Happy Jazz Fest! And we missed having a serious accident by the…
Yesterday as we were sitting on the porch everyone started reminiscing about my mother and the stories they told were all wonderful. My mother watching Bam Bam when he first escaped and then calling my neighbors at midnight. My mother’s belt buckle story. My mother’s sly green eyes and catbird grin. Mom – I miss you today. Today, though, I’m a mother and was made one by a little boy who is such a blessing…