I had a dream that my mother was dressed up and she came and sat on the side of my bed and scared me half to death. Today when I visited her in the hospital the nurses were all excited that they were going to get her to sit up in the wheelchair for an hour, but my stomach was in knots trying to decipher her pleas for me to look under the bed and…
We took our friends on the now worn misery tour – mostly focused this time on the 9th Ward. Brad Pitt’s Make It Right foundation has built so many new houses and they’re all green and unique. Fats Domino’s house and studio are mostly restored even if he lost a lifetime of music and history. The Musician’s Village is candy colored houses all in a row and looks like every one of them is occupied.…
To cut or not to cut – that is the question. I’ve been to one too many a bris to think that circumcision is a routine procedure – you hear that baby cry out in pain and see the mother buckle over in sympathy and you know something just is not right about it. But of course, culturally, I was brought up a Jew (which goes hand in hand with the circumcision theme) and socially,…
There is a bar on Orleans Avenue that is called the Be 4 Real – perhaps the best name for a bar you could imagine. Today, there was a nip in the air so I put my polartec vest on to walk Loca. We both had pep in our step owing to the crisp cool air. As we rounded the end and were making our way back along the lagoon, a woman donning a winter…
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.’ – Winnie the Pooh.
Once again I drew a hot bath and added lots of bubbles and sage oil and got in and soaked till I pruned. There is some sort of alchemy of sitting in that tub when I have been unable to get out from under work that just makes stress evaporate – at least for as long as the bubbles last.
Ida turned out to be a nonevent around here and that is just fine and dandy with me. Good riddance hurricanes and the threats of one – we already gave.
I’ve spent the last few days immersed in other people’s woes and all that talk about misery loves company is baloney. I want people to be happy and I’d like to revert to my pre mom going in the hospital state when I was relatively blissful. The truth is that sometimes people get stuck on the same continuous loop. I heard from some about the same issues that have plagued them since it seems now…
We’ve been getting showers all day long but no real downpour yet – the wind was howling but that too has died down. Maybe Ida is Nada. Works for me.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a (wo)man, I put away childish things. There was a time in my life when a rainy afternoon meant I could cuddle up on the couch with a book and blanket and enter another world. Instead, I find myself on my stability ball trying to decode yet another facet of work…