The Cat in the Hat ends with the question What would you do if your mother asked you? And so it is that I puzzle over what to do with a person who has some real problem that I can’t seem to mitigate. PROBLEM – hyper sensitive and hyper caring person continues to use the n-word almost Tourettes-style and doesn’t respond to my discouragement. Copralia affects about 10% of Tourettes sufferers and manifests itself in…
Ten hours ago I headed to bed and to read – check. Last night Tin came in the bathroom as I washed my face and spotted Mick Jagger on the cover of an old NYT magazine and asked, Who’s that? I said Mick Jagger from a rock and roll band called the Rolling Stones and he laughed and said, “No that’s Mama.”
Insomnia took over last night as lists danced in my mind as well as holiday lyrics the likes of “hang your head down Rudy hang your head down low” and I woke this morning to the full court press of getting dogs walked – Tatjana off to Croatia – Tin picked up and to the park then home and fed and nap and work and suddenly I felt like whoaza – what happened? Sitting by…
At my mother’s memorial service I said that she saw the world through Chardonnay colored glasses, and my sibling gasped. While I don’t advocate a lubricated life by any means, I do avow adjusting the lens makes all the difference in the world. Start with the statistics, right now in the United States, there are 13.3 million unemployed people. Ageism is at work everywhere not just because employers are ageists, more importantly these are the…
It’s December 5th in case anyone forgot to tell you and that means this year is nearing the finish line and none too soon let me say. At the end of this year, I end my career with OTR Global and start my next career with all the joy and verve that took me down the last long road. The great thing about today is that I followed my fake it till you make it…
I was trying to get from Point A to Point B the other day as Tin was dawdling, his favorite pastime – I told him I was going to pick him up and carrying him if he didn’t bust a move and get with it and he chanted, “Bust a move, bust a move.” I just looked at him – impossible to move a toddler any faster, it is the equivalent of herding feral cats.…
Frankly, I’ve tried to make this weekend one where I could relax and even perhaps snatch some time alone as T is leaving for Croatia this coming Wednesday for two weeks and Tin is out of school come the 19th, which means not only no T, but 24/7 T2 six days in a row! Oo la la. Because the weekend started out the gate with a roar with Friday night trying to compete with Thursday…
I was in Rouses today at the liquor counter cause god knows we don’t have enough gin for all that goes on around here and behind me were two women and one said what do you think, a bottle of Crown and the other said I have been drinking a lot of Jamesons lately and the first said well if you would rather drink a broke down version of Crown then we can get the…
Top Five Regrets of The Dying December 1, 2011 By T Kelly For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives. People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone’s capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal.…
Last night, a friend was in from California and we scooped him up from his hotel and headed to a gay gathering at Tulane and quickly exited stage left to come home and sit by the TV fire and relax. Neighbors came and joined us two by three and before you know it, we were having a swinging little pawty here at the LaLa completed with nuts, TV fireplace, Wedgewood Christmas tree, and holiday music.…