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LAST SEEN: NEW ORLEANS, LA 70115 MISSING FROM HOME/CROSS ST: JEFFERSON AND MAGAZINE ST. SPECIES: CAT BREED: DSH PET NAME: GRENDEL LOST: 06/11/2012 AGE: 4 YEARS, 2 MONTHS PRIMARY COLOR: BLK SECONDARY COLOR: WEIGHT: 10 SEX: M MICROCHIP #: 4A2D147301 OTHER CHARACTERISTICS: LOOKS LIKE A FELINE JHONNY DEPP.
A friend and I were speaking about how her mother doesn’t want to be a burden, and I said my mother said that all the time and it used to just exasperate me. I would always respond, “Well you are a burden, you are my burden, because I love you.” I’m so good at giving advice and telling people how it is that I fool myself. As my fortunes reversed themselves, I found people coming…
I was at Zumba last night and one of the regulars came late and couldn’t get her typical spot so she wound up near me and started inching me out of my usual spot. Not that I’m wedded to the spot, I moved with ease to a new one, but almost unconsciously I kept winding up back in my spot and displacing her and then had to remind myself to get out of the way.…
I learned today that someone from my old company is calling my sources. Yuck. So I guess all of their sources are now open to me as well. So be it. One source I was speaking with today said that I’m his imaginary love interest and have been for years. I said, “You wouldn’t want the real me, I’m a handful.” He did pass along some advice to me that I thought was worth noting…
My doctor friend said he was surprised to learn that I have anxiety issues, and he said, “You’re like the duck as the Cajuns say.” Meaning? Everyone sees the calm unruffled feathers but underneath your the movement is intense.
PRONUNCIATION: (puhr-DOOR, -DYOOR) MEANING: verb intr.: To continue to exist; endure. A THOUGHT FOR TODAY: On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow. -Friedrich Nietzsche, philosopher (1844-1900)
It’s summertime and it is already Africa Hot here in New Orleans. But there are a few things that I love about this time of year here – it quiets down. The festivals are fewer, the crowds thin, and the natives are more laid back than usual. Also, there is summer white – I brought Tin a pair of white aprés beach sweats to wear while we are in Spain. He looks so handsome I…
I was walking through City Park this morning with the dogs and thinking about the park, and thinking about the plein aire painters who have vanished with the breeze. I wish I had other talents – to sing, to paint, to sculpt. But I don’t. I sincerely don’t. I’m not sure I could even do calligraphy because I have a shaky hand and I move in such fast motion that pauses are challenging. I guess…
One of the most fascinating things about aging is watching how nonlinear life is. I keep coming around to people, things, places with a different perspective. Sort of reminds me of Flower’s Russian theory that life is a spiral and it starts narrow and widens (life is short, but wide) and we come back to the same places but if we are evolving we are higher up on the rung and it takes longer to…
I love the poetry of Mark Strand because it speaks to me in ways that other poetry cannot. I came across Mary Louise Parker reading Lines for Winter and had to listen several times. Lines for Winter BY MARK STRAND for Ros Krauss Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself— inside the dome of…