Yesterday in my mondo multitasking Monday mode, I accidentally sent to a friend of mine an email intended for the salesperson I work with – she’s an artist and so she wrote back “fine writing here, but I cannot fathom any of it” – whatyagonnado. Today I got this alert from the New York Times about the Nobel Prize winners and I read it several times but for the life of me cannot fathom any…
Why after all these years do I expect Mondays to be anything but Mondays? The bell rings and your out the gate, you are inching up on the rabbit, then suddenly, bam, the rabbit is off, faster than the speed of sound, and you’re behind it, chasing and huffing and puffing and still you can’t catch that silly rabbit. Then boom it’s time for bed. But you’re so wound up from the chase you are…
I thought it was a cosmic joke when I left New Orleans after the first break in the heat since the last weekend of Jazz Fest (read: April) and arrived in California for its record heat of 113 degrees in LA and 91 in San Francisco. This morning the temperatures dipped into the light jacket (T has cashmere and fleece on) and the dogs had a zip in their step. I could tell something was…
It’s that time of year again where the pumpkins are showing up on porches and scary witches and ghosts are flying from trees and it’s perhaps one of my favorite times of the year – the approaching of All Hallows Eve when the border between this world and the otherworld thins and spirits dead and alive walk the earth. This year we will be heading across the bayou to trick or treat with the little…
As Tin and I were riding the bike along the bike path I spotted my mortal enemy the huge towering yellow blossoming Acacia tree – a hand full of them – along the other side of the bayou. I found out just how deadly Acacia trees were in San Francisco when my neighbors tree that was taller than our building bloomed and sent me into a tailspin of allergies. Since I’ve had a headache for…
So everyone asks why we can never seem to get together. We have friends across the bayou who we have been trying to just have a glass of wine with for the last four months and another friend who lives nearby where the kids don’t even find time to play in the sandbox together. Well it’s called a schedule and it goes something like this: 8:30 Tin wakes up 9 Tin eats breakfast and Skypes…
A colleague was in town with her daughter who is thinking of Tulane and she got Tin a zebra puppet. He has not noticed it even though another friend got him a zebra that he adores (and mommy bought him a zebra menorah that he is yet to see) but suddenly the puppet is his new best friend. He carries the zebra puppet around everywhere as a puppet which is a big jump for him…
Our neighbors gave us their kid’s bike seat and so after a few minor adjustments at Le Jouet (New Orleanians if you don’t know this place you are missing: toys galore, bike and bike service that is so far below the service fee at most major bike shops here and excellent) and we were ready to go. We rode through the park and along the bayou on the new bike path to the lakefront and…
The author of the kids books I’m reading, Your Two Year Old: Terrible or Tender speaks about how the child grows up with through these half years, the first half of two is actually tender, it’s the second half that is terrible. The titles are great, Your Three Year Old: Friend or Enemy, Your Four Year Old: Wild and Wonderful, etc. I’m almost convinced that this equilibrium and disequilibrium continues into old age. The first…
I was having lunch with a long time friend the other day, at a Greek restaurant in San Francisco, and he recommended the Duckhorn Cabernet – yum! – and I had the lamb kebob and he a squid salad. Delicious. We were talking about too many things to find a common theme but I can tell you both of us have crossed over into the second half of our life whether that is measured in…