Weather upside down
Left New Orleans in the low 80s and arrived in San Francisco with the thermometer at 91 degrees at night – go figure.
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Nature provides what man can’t conceive
After an auspicious beginning to my flight that involved burning brakes midair, I landed and am now sitting here looking out at the dusky light on the San Francisco bay. A Hornblower boat is motoring by and the Embarcadero is active and teeming with walkers and eaters and drinkers all enjoying the view. There is talk back home that they will take down the Claiborne overpass and having lived here in the Bay Area when…
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A spring in our step
I was stunned and amazed by how beautiful City Park was this morning but have to admit the weather had a lot to do with it. There was a significant drop in the temperature this morning sending T straight to the closet for a long sleeved shirt and me still in shorts but loving the cool air. The dogs were bouncier than usual and the museum was bathed in this rose light that almost looked…
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Snips and snails and OMG the EGOS!
We were sitting on the front porch last night after T and T2 came back from a little gathering and I had sorted out what I was traveling with this coming week, when some neighbors dropped by to porch hang. The subject came up about the columns which everyone considers themselves an expert on and all loves to weigh in on. The issue – solid mahogany columns that are gorgeous but need refinishing every 9…
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Lounging for the Lord
It’s Sunday and somewhere there is a pastor molesting a young parishioner – why? I do not honestly know. But today, this Sunday while Atlanta squirms from the latest revelation that the high almighty preacherman * who has denounced homosexuality, protested against same sex marriages, and decried men to let out their wild side and women to submit has BEEN CAUGHT HAVING SEX WITH YOUNG BOYS. Excuse me? Yeah, you hear right, once again the…
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St. John Court
On Superbowl earlier this year, the young families of the Court (which is how we refer to the cul de sac of cottages that begins with my neighbor Jerri’s house) got together and hung a self made screen and projected the victorious game of the Saints vs the Colts. This year, with all the joie de vivre still there for the Saints, they have made a more permanent screen where they have shown the night…
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Race, Culture: American
We went to go meet friends at the Napoleon House for lunch today and sat in the patio where thankfully the sun went behind some big white puffy clouds. The subject of identity came up once again as a friend was talking about how complex her background is and can’t be summed up in any one descriptor. Her husband says she should just say she’s from Florida – ha! She’s from the Lumbee tribe, she’s…
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And suddenly JOY
I bought a large container of buttermilk this week because I thought we’d try to do spontaneity and have some friends over for pancakes, or I thought Jerri would be home and we’d have her over for pancakes since she’s just getting back from her nephew’s funeral, or I thought we’d have some others over for pancakes because their kids play well with Tin. And instead, since we came home at 2AM and slept in,…
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To be young, gifted and black
I’ve heard tell that Nina Simone was a troubled woman, a diva but not in a traditional sense; she was complex and haunted and you can tell by her voice as she sings lines that resonate with lines between the lines … how she seems to carry a weight of life older than her years. Do the greatest artists spring from roiling and turmoil or is it possible to see and sing life from the…
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Just what I needed
Last night we went to our friends’ Absinthe party, the one which was supposed to help us forget, but instead it helped me remember, remember why I love New Orleans, its people, and my friends’ parties. Their parties are always the embodiment of diversity – gay/straight and black/Asian/latin/white and fat/thin and tall/short and everything in between and outside those divisions, from artists to professors, from musicians to writers. Sometimes we’re treated to a show like…