Don’t forget to breathe
New Orleans Magazine is coming to photograph the LaLa for its October issue – I am fighting a three month old puppy who has decided all toys must be out, and fur must fly 24/7. The housewarming party is Saturday night and I’m getting a little anxious about everything that has to be done between now and then. Work is its usual juggle of a list of 80 things to do that grows to 100 before days end.
In the midst of all of this, Loca bit my toe on the foot that had the most work during my surgery. The toe got infected and so now add to my to do list – see the doctor, get antibiotics.
Mom called – she said she wasn’t feeling well but I needed to go buy us both PowerBall tickets. Add that to the list.
Yesterday, after getting most things squared away, I went to take Loca for an evening walk to calm down – both her and me. We were on the other side of the bayou when I saw a woman walking dogs that had been identified by a source of mine who had told me he was visiting New Orleans and walked the bayou with these dogs. I hadn’t run into her until just then. We stood there talking for two hours. Amazing. How do New Orleanians have more to say to each other than anyone on this planet?
She told me her entire evacuation and love life story and I told her mine. It’s amazing how we have been in the same space and I haven’t met her and it was through a source of mine in New York that she was brought to my attention. She’s lovely and bright and works in my industry. I swear Emerson was right – you don’t have to leave your backyard in order to see the world.
In the meantime, I came home late, tucked myself in, and was grateful that I am so blessed.