Clamoring your way into the now
The super storm on the East Coast seems so far away and removed from our lives down here in New Orleans as we regale in the beauty that is today. Tin was out of school so a bunch of his friends came over and we made pesto fresh from the garden, and we ran races on the bayou in the sunshine, we inspected spider webs on the Magnolia Bridge and we ate snacks and played games and a good time was had by all.
And some hundreds of miles away people are trying to get their lives back together without electricity after having been scared to death and shook up by a Frankenstorm.
But we’ve been there, done that. It wasn’t just a couple of months ago that we were sitting here not in the cold without electricity but in the heat without air conditioning – the south versus the north – and we were miserable and no one could really understand in New York just how we do it – why we do it – it seemed foreign to them and now well, they know.
You do it. You make hay when the sun is shining, and you white knuckle the rough patches.
Last night, after trick or treating, I asked Tin as I was putting him to bed if he had a good day and he said, “Yeah I did, and tomorrow I’m going to school.” I said no, you’re off tomorrow and we’re having a big playdate here. “Will Kenjy and Jared come?” Yes, they are coming and so is Cadence, Simone and Elodie. “Oh thank you booty mama,” Tin said.
All of this brings new meaning to the word live in the now. It’s truly all we’ve got.