We walked fairly early this morning, around 7:30 AM but Wolfie, Loca and I were done with only half the distance. I even let Loca off her leash when we got to the park and instead of her usual mischief, she just half heartedly went after a squirrel then said forgetaboutit. It’s hot here but you know what, it’s only going to get hotter.
No one likes to hear about other people’s dreams right? Well someone was telling us about their supernatural dreams of large moths today and I thought of a dream I had the other night, in it an old lover took out a rifle and shot my ex-husband. I grabbed a golf club and started beating him to bloody hell. Next scene, I see him swinging his young daughter up on his shoulders and his wife…
The Wildlife and Fishery guy said he had bigger gators to catch than our little four footer that appeared in the bayou. So now someone has named him Snappy and he’s ours. Apparently, he’s been a good predator for the nutria who sort of gross everyone out with their yellow teeth and their rodentia-like dawn scurries in and out of the bayou. Plus once you name a pet, it’s really yours (i.e., Wolfie). Right?
One night in New York, we went to meet a dear friend and headed to the Armory to see an installation by Brazilian artist, Ernesto Neto. There was a pool of blue plastic balls and we dove into it and there I found such relief from a stressful day, achy feet, and New York in general. I thought why bother with that plunge pool we have been wanting to put in in back, why not…
I finished Grace and Grit on the plane ride home, and landed on New Orleans ground with tears in my eyes. What an interesting book. It’s a love story, about religion, spirituality, about cancer, about life. I highly recommend it even if there are tedious moments where Ken Wilbur waxes pendantic. When I got home, I called my mom who was supposed to have an appointment with her physical therapist, Scott. She had been canceling…
Our cabbie recommended we watch Brick Lane – he said it was an accurate portrayal of the typical Bangladesh immigrant experience. We are adding it to our Netflix list.
Our cab driver said that when he came back from Bangladesh and lost his job as a pharmacy manager, he took the first thing he could find to make money, which was driving a cab. He told us that we were lucky to have caught a cab at the time we did because it was Friday, and 80% of the cab drivers in New York are Muslim, and they were getting ready to break for…
I’m a first generation American on my father’s side, but might as well be 100% as I was raised my whole life with my father telling me that I’m not American. Funny thing is that on a journey into my own self-actualization, which started somewhere around 28 and ended with an epiphany at 32, while attending Mills College in Oakland, California, I discovered I am if not exactly then uniquely American. My mother’s family arrived…
There is a 4-5 foot alligator making its way in the Bayou between the Esplanade and Harding Bridges. The police cars on Moss are there this morning for that purpose, waiting for Wildlife & Fisheries to arrive & remove him. Photographer: Amy Sharpe