We were wanting one of those old fashion silver candelabras – the ornate kind – but when I went on Ebay, I saw that they were horribly expensive. So I began searching for a silverplate one – again couldn’t find what we were looking for. We went to the French Quarter today to walk around and have a noon beer. I was feeling slightly peaked and T was shaking off her week away up north.…
You’re supposed to quit wearing white after Labor Day. We went for a walk this morning and ran into a friend of ours wearing all white and he looked quite handsome – we stopped to speak to him while he read the paper outside of CC’s on Esplanade Avenue.
I was reading the New York Times Book Review this morning and one review starts off about a mother dying of cancer and about how the loss of a parent can unhinge the fissures that keep a family together. My family was patriarchal and so the hinge unhinged in 1985 when my father passed suddenly at 62 years of age. The fissures that are coming unhinged right now are just rusty vestiges of a family…
Woke this morning and felt so happy it was Sunday. And like all Sundays instead of feeling like I needed more sleep, I woke with boundless energy. First I took Wolfie out since she doesn’t get the kind of walks Loca does. Her back legs are getting better but we foolishly took her off the meds fearing liver issues and her back legs deteriorated so bad that she is now back on them for good.…
When I got back from Nantucket, T took off for Boston then New York to work on her two book projects. So I came home to an empty house, which was a change from the past months of revolving doors of people. At first, it was so quiet it was disquieting but then I caught up on work, put some additional touches on the adoption book, ran errands, and revamped my exercise program. I’ve also…
The night blooming jasmine has gone insane in the backyard and I’m wondering what to do. If I trim it back, I cut off the delicate blossoms that impregnate the warm, moist air with a dewey honey scent. Nah, best to leave them alone.
I was standing in line at Rouse’s today waiting to check out and I noticed a young woman bagging groceries in the next aisle. She had black pigtails and freckles on her nose, and a black bow in her hair and her name tag said Royale. I was wondering if it is indeed a fact that you can’t overcome your given name.
Last night I took a friend to dinner at Iris – a restaurant I have been to three times now – and I have to admit, I’m sort of done with expensive dinners. August for a chi chi lunch – I love. Meaux Bar anytime for dinner. But this is the third time I’ve gone to Iris and I just didn’t find the food all that. I mean it’s not bad but there is nothing…
I visited with mom for a good while this morning and she was more responsive but still the wear and tear of the now almost three months in the hospital was showing in her eyes. I asked her if she knew my name and she said, “My baby.” I told her she was something, keeping us all on pins and needles like she has. You know how you sit back and you just don’t see…
I drove over to the Quarter today to pick up something – a red wig. I can’t stand the fact that my hair is no longer red even though I’m enjoying the brunette do. But I forgot it is Southern Decadence weekend and was wondering why all the cute boys were in town. The crowd is not as strong as it has been for Labor Day weekends past, perhaps everyone was still sleeping off last…