Today is Fat Tuesday and today is cold and today we are not going to parade or costume or be out in the streets wearing blankets wrapped around us like we are watching on the Mardi Gras cam on WDSU. That’s all the news from Cleveland Street. But know this: we passed a good time Mardi Gras 2015.
I posted on Craig’s List’s Missed Connections and have had some interesting responses – none of which connected with me, but I see how this turns into a call for any response for W4M. Today one of them, a self described “bad boy,” sent me a Valentine’s card – how sweet and romantic to do this on actual Valentine’s Day – too bad he can’t spell. However, I will take this as the second card…
Stella and I went on an extra long walk this morning, down the neutral ground where Endymion stirrings have already begun (portapotty delivery), along the bayou where seagulls spread like a white blanket across the green grass, and into City Park where the birds were still tucked in from a coldish night. Because she’s a puppy, and still learning how to be on a leash and not dart out after seagulls and dogs and humans…
I’ve downsized Mardi Gras and it still feels outsized. I missed Krewe du Vieux because out of town guests were in and didn’t find it appropriate for the children. We kicked off Carnival with Tit Rex and skipped Chewbaccus to get home for bedtime. Tit Rex Booty I’m missing the Zulu ball yet again, but going to the Mayor’s Ball. Muses is a must and school’s out the next day. Endymion is coming to us…
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take. Life is measured by the moments that take our breath away.” — Hilary Cooper Indeed. Yesterday, at Whole Foods in Metairie, I was picking up a few items while Tin was in Sunday school. At the check out line, a man came up behind me and picked up a Valentine’s card that was on the floor and handed it to me. It said, “We…
I just got a call and the woman said, “Is this Divine Inspiration?” I said, “Sorry?” “Is this Divine Inspiration?” No, I said, this is Rachel. I should have said, Yes! Yesterday, Tin put a sticker on my index card box – it was a Lego version of Wonder Woman with her Lasso of Truth. He said that she was for me. Indeed, I said, she is my hero and that Lasso of Truth is…
A friend posted about the meaning and value of things and people, and I began to think about all of it because of what she wrote. Mainly, because in an email exchange with my brother, he was pondering why I gave Sty the significance of grieving him as a loss. And coincidentally, I was thinking of New Orleans as we are in the 10th anniversary of the 2005 Federal Flood. The meaning of New Orleans…
This morning when I went to wake up Tin by kissing him, he said, “Stop it, I already got my kisses from my girlfriend.” His girlfriend calls him Rainbow Dash and is the reason why he started watching My Little Pony. I thought Rainbow Dash was a boy, but turns out he’s a girl. What do I know? Today, Tin brought Rainbow Dash to me while I read him a story [a friend sent me…
I was emailing with a friend from San Francisco who I haven’t spoken with in a while. In describing our lives, she made the comment, “Isn’t life funny, when you say you can’t handle something, sure enough that is what life gives you.” To prove you wrong. We were speaking about being a single parent, but this goes for just about everything. Yesterday, I was speaking to someone about my finances and the person said,…
I went to a poetry reading the other night in the Quarter, in Crescent City Bookstore, an old musty store, with floor to ceiling windows and a rickety wooden stairway and floor to ceiling shelves of books – my kind of place. I wish I could say that all that intelligentsia made Sty seem obsolete but honestly I missed his birdbrain after we were done. But there was a take away – as there always…