Last night, Jazz Fest ended like it always does, with a bunch of people coming over to the house to cheer it being over. Seven gals sat around the porch table with me and we laughed and cut up and had a rollicking good time. The best line from the evening came from a commercial for Oreo Fudge Cremes where the mother says after tasting one, “Shut the front door.” My new favorite expression. This…
OUT Cigarettes – my one month smoking adventure has come to the butt end. Jazz Fest – it has jumped the shark for me. Facebook – taking a hiatus again – it is starting to feel like daytime television occupying too much of my time. IN Focus Saying NO to just about everything and everyone Reading
This is the last day of Jazz Fest and the last day of the internal chaos that has formed from IT not being like it used to be, ME not being like I used to be, and certainly no one would look to whether going to the Fest and having a good time as a sign of the times, but I will look through that lens if only for a moment. I think I’m done…
I take back everything I said about him being cute. I just went down there and scrubbed the walls that Tatjana had so lovingly painted with a beautiful umber color. I was scrubbing the shit that he had taken out of his diaper and spread all over the wall. Yes, folks, this is real life in technicolor. So much for Jazz Fest, so much for rest, so much for whatever. I’m done. Shit undoes me.
My captor is a 3-year-old who again won’t nap, but who needs to desperately. He was falling asleep in his tracks until he got to his room and then suddenly his evil twin Skippy came out to play. Jazz Fest sounds waft through the air and here we are, in a battle royale called nap wars. The last threat is we won’t go to Jazz Fest unless you stay in your bed – so guess…
At the beginning of this year I had a creative spurt so strong I was scaring myself. I looked around and saw so many endeavors, businesses, ideas, I was on fire – most of these ideas centered on other people’s businesses. And then I hit a lull when my hair fell out but this is only a reorganization (truly). One thing for sure is in looking around I am beginning to see creative spirits on…
Tin just turned three but naps that were so programmed have become a battleground. He came home today early from school with his sitter, catching me trying to get the groceries done before but no dice. Turns out he was sick, had had diarrhea in his pants and began taking them off and got that all over his bed etc. You know the drill – any of you mothers out there. But since he had…
A friend corrected me – the Super Moon is tomorrow night. And so I went online to read about it and the first link was from Fox News and since I would never even repeat anything that Fox News said I was going to go to another link when I spotted what Fox News reported – the notion of people doing weird things just because it’s a full moon is folklore – um, earth to…
There is a super moon rising tonight. My friend text from Florida saying to go out on the bayou and have a moon party. I’ve been feeling pulled in many directions and now I know why – a super moon. Tin came home from school having had diarrhea in his pants and is now with a sore throat and under the covers in bed. Jazz Fest – don’t think so. Deep breath.
It’s Jazz Fest time, usually my favorite time of the year, and I’m a bit crabby or disinterested or both. Hard to say. My usual friendships feel abrasive, the crowds at Jazz Fest too excessive, and yet I’m humbled by what really pleases me these days. I’m ready to set up the family pool in the backyard and have afternoons of just hanging, chilling, and being contained in our postage stamp of a yard. But…