LaLa starts singing
Yesterday S and I met with the contractor, the electrican, the framer and finally see some progress percolating on LaLa. About damn time. It’s warming up around here in a balmy kind of overcast way but the weather report says that the next parades will be cold and possibly rainy for Muses in particular on Thursday night.
Exchanged some nice missives with a new friend about being born anew – The whole point of having your feelings jolted awake – whether through pain or pleasure – is to know your capacity to feel – what you do with that knowledge is who you are in the end – right?
Later had an excellent session with E – she, is not want to offer opinions lightly, but said she highly recommends a man hiatus as I get my house in order so to speak. I told her that would be easy as I am ruined by a man – makes for an easy hiatus. We also talked about home and its strong meaning in my life – I told her I haven’t had a home in over eleven months but somehow that felt comfortable. She alerted me to the fact I grew up moving all the time and lived a good portion of my life in hotels so that way of life is familiar and almost nurturing – so it’s not a surprise that I am able to make home where I happen to be. We also talked about LaLa and the kind of sometimes overwhelming reality that I will be making it a home, by myself, and what that entails.
E commended and reiterated this morning via missive my “willingness to look at things” – ha – “eyes open.”
L called from California and may meet me in La Jolla when I go for the reporters’ conference in April – a quick girls get together – they are thinking of child #3 – ee gads – we better do girl’s trip now since I was hoping she would come here to NO after LaLa was done.
Finally L had his dogs back and we all met for playdate this morning and the Bean was so excited she was jumping up and down when she saw Renny – but alas she had an episode in the playground – stumbled and almost collapsed. So I am taking her off playground from now on, just walking the bayou and minor ball throwing when no walks. But I’m worried – she’s my life line right now – and it really worries me. She’ll be 11 in April and I don’t know what is causing this but it is frightening.
Saw Woody Allen’s MatchPoint last night with S – they’ve said it is his magnus opus with Scarlett Johansen his new muse – it was gutwrenchingly fabulous if not familiar. Then to pick Tito Schipa for the music – haunting – the Patsy Cline of Opera. S came back to the apartment with me for a cocktail as our stomachs were all knotted up from the movie and while trying to relax the fire alarms went off all through the Can – so I took him back to the Quarter and finally got to bed past midnight last night for another night filled with dreams.