Dance cards getting full
Thursday, late afternoon the Bean went in and it was determined she has airborn allergies and needs to be on steroids to get it under control. Dr. Ghere said it makes her itch on the inside – an itch all the scratching in the world can’t satisfy and it makes her tear her hair out. I thought, oh my, I know that feeling.
Last night, met L for dinner at Lola’s, our MidCity Spanish restaurant that specializes in paella and we got caught up on all the goings on. Ended at Pal’s for a couple of nightcaps and N text that she was trapped like a rat in the Quarter and couldn’t come meet us. Message from S when I got home on his way to Costa Rica with his dad.
Tonight, dinner with L, man of mystery – his blood run was unsuccessful but he’s coming home with another BMW.
Saturday night dinner with N&B at Clancy’s to thank them for the Bean watching while I travel.
Sunday brunch taking mom to reopening of Commanders for brunch. It had become our ritual when I came to New Orleans to take her there for lunch and so I told her she can’t say no and she said, indeed, she wouldn’t say no to Commanders.
Then Yom Kippur, which I have taken to observing in my own way for the last 15 years – a complete shutdown of communication and a day spent on introspection and setting goals for the year ahead.
And then, on Tuesday, I hope, it appears, the LaLa starts humming – glass arrives, gets put into new metal frames, Van’s crew insulates and rocks addition, C can then put tiles down there, another crew comes to do the siding for addition, closet doors hung in main house, priming, painting………………………..let the work begin!