Another beautiful January day here in the rotten crescent city. H, one of my neighbors, got fired today from his job of 23 years \u00e2\u20ac\u201c his breath smelled like alcohol at 9:30AM. He was an expert swimmer who swam through the muddy Katrina waters to get people food and water. He helped a lot of people during the evacuation. His unsung hero medal is a pink slip. Lovely huh?<\/p>\n
S is stuck on the LaLa house and what he thinks it may be worth in the future. He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t see it for the liability it is today \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the note, the cash it will need to finish – nor does he have the dream for it as I have had from the beginning when I called Kathleen Kenny and said I want that house sight unseen and asked N to drive by and look at it and he walked me through it on his cell phone – then I asked S to fly out and buy it last April \u00e2\u20ac\u201c but this morning I told him he could have it – if his having LaLa would remove his threat to me and assuage the slighted feeling he expresses through his indifference to our economic wellbeing. I could walk away from the LaLa if I have to \u00e2\u20ac\u201c rather than endure more toxins invading my system. <\/p>\n
L was killing me today with his text msgs from El Dorado \u00e2\u20ac\u201c so funny \u00e2\u20ac\u201c a friend of his is a little mixed up \u00e2\u20ac\u201c uh, to say the least \u00e2\u20ac\u201c talk about confused \u00e2\u20ac\u201c but his spin on the issue is deliciously biting. J is sick and so he is thinking he might have to stay longer to care for her \u00e2\u20ac\u201c meanwhile I have Max here, the russet cur, and he is comfortable with me so we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re goody. <\/p>\n
N remains in Ponchatoula \u00e2\u20ac\u201c she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s also sick, trying to recover from demo, insulation, and a general cold. <\/p>\n
My work girls are in full swing giddiness about the Bahamas \u00e2\u20ac\u201c salt scrubs, deep tissue massages, which bikini, etc. And all are in work avoidance mode as the this year unfurls. <\/p>\n
Spoke to N about escape fantasies to Mexico or a nunnery that might accept Jews (we know of none) \u00e2\u20ac\u201c in reality everything has been so chaotic and a large part of me looks forward to being bored in a home where phones, cable and internet work and boxes are only used to bring things in and out, not to stack in rooms \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and yet a wee part of me says hey dumbass, no house, no one to cuddle with \u00e2\u20ac\u201c run like the wind \u00e2\u20ac\u201c I can just take this show on the road with the Bean as my traveling companion. Or not. Good grief, listen to me, ambivalence is rubbing off with the hallucinogens. <\/p>\n
Meanwhile \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the similarities are meaningful \u00e2\u20ac\u201c me \u00e2\u20ac\u201c he – the great ameliorators \u00e2\u20ac\u201c although he says he absorbs whereas even though I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t run from conflict if I see it coming I will throw my body on the flames. The indifference to these not so small feats endured over years is monumental. But what goes on with us?<\/p>\n
Threw a hissy fit with mom today when she said she accepted the graveyard shift at the nursing home \u00e2\u20ac\u201c she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s 70 for godsakes \u00e2\u20ac\u201c she says they are desperate and no one will take that shift and so, I ask her, why did she? Very upsetting. I left the house and took Max, the russet cur, for a long long run, and now he is panting and wishing L would come home and rescue him from the crazy lady. <\/p>\n
But L\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not coming back till Friday it seems. He called from Arkansas and said J is now on antibiotics and still sluggish and that he just read in a men\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s journal the following New Year\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s resolution: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Resolution #14 \u00e2\u20ac\u201c stop staring at your hairline like an infant perplexed by a mobile.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d And, more psycho messages to report, which are keeping him entertained and me for the time being in El Dorado. <\/p>\n
N met with the Good Heart today for the first time \u00e2\u20ac\u201c shields in abeyance. And again sorry seems to be the ONLY word. <\/p>\n
When I tell you how lovely the bayou looked in the gloaming \u00e2\u20ac\u201c today January 4, 2006, the orange-tinged sky unwinding, the residents coming out to their stoops to catch the dying light, if I tell you that you would ask me how, how in the hell could I tell S this morning he could keep the LaLa house for himself? <\/p>\n
Because when you have nothing, you have nothing left to lose. <\/p>\n
A lugubrious thought – no doubt. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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