Yesterday was the day before Tin’s birthday party and it was spent doing the myriad things necessary to get ready for it today. My European counterparts said that Americans go too far in their celebrations and that they barely got a cake for their birthdays – poor things. Meanwhile, Tin had a friend visiting whose mother and he is vegan and so I opted to make a nice dish for everyone’s supper. I looked no…
Hollyhocks blooming at the LaLa “Eating yellow foods will result in laughter and happiness” Claudia Roden Tin picked all the basil off the bushes for his birthday pesto About to turn 3 going on 30 but still fits in a postal box
I was sending photos to a friend who had her baby on Carrollton Avenue and the I-10 and thinking about all the funny memories of that day. Last night, we went to Three Muses to celebrate another friend’s birthday and later a satellite contingent went to Mimi’s in the Marigny to hear Gal Holiday. We were trying to emulate this serious couple we had seen earlier but having such a good time, it was hard…
The green market down the street was bustling with people from near and far buying all sorts of green items like swiss chard for $2 (heard dat Whole Foods?) and handmade tamales and gorgeous cleaned and deveined shrimp. I got some catfish filets too. It’s summer outside – that’s right – forget the fact that it is March or a leap year or anything else the calendar has to say – it is summer here…
My teenage heart throb died today at 66 years old – sigh. My lovers (even the fantasy ones) are starting to drop like flies. This video is from 1966 – the year Tatjana was born.
I have been noticing the great lawn at City Park. They built this enormous meadow with little gazebos around it that have wooden swings for people to hang out in. After it was installed, a group of handsome, young black men began meeting on the lawn on the weekends to play touch football. On weekday mornings women in their 30s and 40s began meeting there for a boot camp class. And then came the sign.…
I went for a walk today and there was moist gulf breeze blowing in our unseasonably warm March. As I began my mind started the inevitably filing action that happens when you move away from the rote action of doing – it begins like this, a dream recalled in fragments, a conversation that remains forever unfinished, a thought still trying to be articulated, an old hurt, a sweet memory – as all of this information…
A neighbor wrote me an email saying it was good to see us sitting on the porch again – he didn’t realize how much he had missed that. I felt the same – come outside and there is the world – friends stopping by, the light reflecting in the water, and Tin growing bigger in my lap. Maple Street Bookstore opened up a store on Ponce de Leon – sort of crazy if you think…
I think old man winter got laid off just like the rest of us, or as I like to use the euphemism – fired. Nobody laid off is getting their job back. So who fired winter? It’s 80 degrees, the hollyhocks are blooming and the basil is bolting. The lettuce has gone to seed having just arrived. It’s a crazy world out there. I was just listening how Leap Year came about because there are…