Yesterday, friends were over and we took a walk about around the lovely bayou. I spoke about our plans for the future, living at the LaLa and then retiring to the Quarter with trips abroad. I confessed to having been a ball of nerves last year because of my anxiety and fear of the future and now I had come to the conclusion that I must be open to any future that arrives. Later on…
Tin had a playdate today and mommy made brunch and did an impromptu cooking class for friends (in from Germany). All said and done, we passed a good time then I come back to my desk and look at what is going on with Japan and I’m just stunned by how devastating this has been – some towns completely wiped out, over 10,000 feared dead. And also I’m just sickened by the fact that CNBC…
Tin and I took a stroll on the bayou at dusk watching the setting sun and the half moon rising. He’s a good walker, I like that. Later, we came home and he had a waffle and scrambled eggs and a pear for dinner. Eating his waffle he said, “This is good.” For a nightcap we watched the Louis Armstrong DVD I purchased a year ago – best darn purchase I ever made. He tickled…
I began David Mitchell’s first novel set in Japan called Ghostwritten. I wonder about all of these natural disasters and how my mind can’t seem to settle on this beautiful day knowing that Japan has open gashes yet to heal.
I was thinking that next year I’d like to have Carnival masks to hang outside for Mardi Gras. You know the kind that look like jesters and one is frowning and one is smiling. A friend told me that she went to the Quarter alone with her toddler and saw a woman standing on the corner of Royal and Esplanade, with two children in a wagon, and one in her arms and she and the…
Sign A Petition To Ban Cruel Kangaroo Experiment March 11, 2011 A proposed experiment by the University of Wollongong in New South Wales has animal lovers seeing red, and a petition has been set up to voice disapproval over the experiment, which school officials have not yet decided on. According to the petition, the experiment aims to measure and study the farts of Kangaroos – which are notable because they don’t release any methane gas, unlike other grazing animals. The goal of…
It was back to music class this morning after a respite for Mardi Gras and it was good to see all the little people who just months ago were strangers and are not part of the repertoire of our lives. Afterwards, we stopped by friends uptown and wound up in the pool where Tin wanted to go underwater and then didn’t want to stop going underwater – good sign for our future of summers at…
My Father’s Drums Through closed doors and double-glazed windows all over the neighborhood. The one true American art form, he called it, records turned up so loud the floorboards buzzed. No rock and roll allowed. No three-chord progressions in this house; no rudimentary hook, no bridge, no lame refrain, no silly haircuts please, we are musicians. Bashing along with the hi-fi he banged through our days and nights with a rat-a-tat rage, the fury fired…
I have written extensively before about my loathing of mothers who have said to me over the years, “you can’t know until you’re a mother.” Blech. I hate the superiority of that statement, the you versus them, the mommy club. It really strikes me like a club over the head. But last night, I ran into this exchange from the opposite side. I was chatting with friends, one with two biological children, one with an…