While walking the dogs this morning I ran into a neighbor and learned that they were set upon hard times financially and I said to her, “Well, I have been saying woe is me, but I think I’m changing my refrain to woe is us.” She’s pulling a kid out of private school and sending her to public. Then I took Tin to the doctor and after we had discussed everything about Tin – tall…
There is increasing evidence that multitasking makes for chaos not better work. Since WWII women have been flooding the workforce no longer content to be unappreciated as stay at home mothers. Yet today I caught up with a good friend who has built a very successful career in PR and she said the reality is that you can’t do both. She said when she tries to do both, everyone and thing suffers. So if this…
A group of us went to the late night screening of Marley, a movie by Kevin MacDonald, who also did The Last King of Scotland. The film was incredible, the artist transcendent. Coming on the heels of having finished the Jobs book, if I were to stop here, I would say that all great men have shadowy but pillar women in the background, neglected and out of wedlock children on the sideline, heavily regimented patterns…
People have been commenting on my talent for scarves and I have to admit I’m someone who could never even put a barrette in my hair and here I am creatively learning new ways to dress the head. I am a firm believer that given an opportunity everyone learns something new and so that is why life is constantly throwing you these boomerangs – to keep you a student. I was at the Zen center…
Last night, we made dinner to celebrate the honorific title of Uncle on Darrin who now refers to Tin as his nef. “Who calls me nef?” Tin asked this morning. I made French Greyhounds, my new favorite cocktail with vodka, St. Germaine and Pellegrino’s Grapefruit – yum! We also had crawfish sausage, roasted potatoes, roasted bell peppers, broccoli and carrots – yum! The long and winding road has brought us a tribe that continues to…
Bill Moyers came along on another walk with me today, this time he was interviewing W. S. Merwin and it was so mesmerizing that I walked double the length of our normal stretch through City Park. Listening to Merwin read this poem made tears spring to my eyes for both my mom and my dad: Listen to him here or read below: Yesterday My friend says I was not a good son you understand I…
I crawled back in bed right as the 6am alarm was going off but couldn’t go back to sleep until I told Tatjana about Jack Bartlett. He had been weighing so heavy on my mind that I actually saw people gathered in a procession crying about his death. I had been walking home with the dogs yesterday morning and had stopped to admire the house around the bend that has just been painted a perfect…
I love to sleep, I truly do and my habit in life has been to fall hard into sleep and then to wake like a house on fire setting about task after task till I could make even the busiest person’s head spin, and yet now I am not sleeping. I woke at 3 AM and just thought, I can’t sleep I’ll get up. I listened to a podcast, I petted Blekica till her kneading…
Somewhere around the end of the day every neighbor and their child decided the best place to be was on the bayou and so we went, in search of an end of the week feeling (it’s Thursday – always for New Orleans, the true end of the week), and we passed us a good time cher – yes we did.
It amazes me that abundance flows so easily into my life – my Irish neighbor brings her special soda bread, my fishing neighbor brings trout freshly caught. Meanwhile, a friend stops by unannounced and fixes the iron gate which nows opens so smoothly it is almost puzzling how it didn’t before.