This house is you
Swirl was fun last night, particularly with the menorahs all blazing and lots of yummy wine. We took some wine and went and sat out in Alcee Fortier park – it was a gorgeous December evening and someone had strung white tiny lights on makeshift Christmas trees in the park and across the street in front of Cafe Degas there was a tree with red lights. All so beautiful. While we were lighting the menorah, the carolers were singing in the park.
Beth and Kerry gave me a bottle of Alto Moncayo, which we drank later at TL’s house. This morning after Pilates, I went by CC’s for some coffee and saw M, who was with us, I sat and had coffee with him and we went to go see my house. I was telling him all the travails because he is renovating a house right now too. I told him the house was making me suicidal and he said, “sell it.”
Once we went through the house – he said, you can’t sell it. This house is you.
See what I mean – the LaLa is nutty and I’m the LaLa.