There is a super moon rising tonight. My friend text from Florida saying to go out on the bayou and have a moon party. I’ve been feeling pulled in many directions and now I know why – a super moon. Tin came home from school having had diarrhea in his pants and is now with a sore throat and under the covers in bed. Jazz Fest – don’t think so. Deep breath.
It’s Jazz Fest time, usually my favorite time of the year, and I’m a bit crabby or disinterested or both. Hard to say. My usual friendships feel abrasive, the crowds at Jazz Fest too excessive, and yet I’m humbled by what really pleases me these days. I’m ready to set up the family pool in the backyard and have afternoons of just hanging, chilling, and being contained in our postage stamp of a yard. But…
Last year about this time one of my longtime sources was hanging out his hat as a life coach and wanted to take me on. It was successful, but little did he (or I) know that fate would have a hand in intervening and moving me to a new plan. Oh well, must be flexible, right? Now an old friend who has been a counselor for decades wrote to say she has gone through life…
Maybe Loca just represents the dark side of me. She woke me up again, but maybe I woke her up, it’s hard to say, about 3am my head started itching as if someone had thrown fire ants on me. I got up and looked in the mirror and had welts all over my lumpy head. Not a good look to say the least. I went back to bed and looked outside and the thoughts that…
This morning I turned 53 and I woke feeling like 73 because Loca had diarrhea all night and kept waking me up. But let’s forget about that detail and talk about how last night went. A friend called with a babysitting option and we hopped on that train, Evan called and said he was going to be jamming with international musicians down the street at Clever and we suddenly had a destination, the Puerto Rican…
A very long time ago when I was leaving home and running as far away from my family as I could possibly run, someone, when I told her “I don’t need them!” said, “That might be true, but they need you.” And so if you get up every morning and put a frown on your face, you’re sad, but you also make everyone else miserable so what if your sole purpose in life is to…
The gals renting the place are all nurses in some capacity and just informed me that hypothyroidism makes you gain weight, but taking thyroid replacement pills don’t make you lose weight – the ignominy of this disease!
So a friend’s daughter is in town and was wanting to babysit so we’re having an impromptu date night and just so happens, as these things are want to do, that Evan is jamming down at Clever so where to go is resolved in a clarinet second. For those who missed Evan’s show at Jazz Fest, you missed it. Whoa. Fabulous. Here are a couple reviews: Times Picayune NOLA.com blog
2011 was supposed to be my year – it totals 4 which is my lucky number and yet, just two days ago I was discussing with a friend who is an architect about how I feel sometimes as if I broke a mirror seven years ago and this is the final year of dealing with the fall out. He said, Amen, as he lit his cigarette. He said, “I thought my situation was temporary but…