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Rainy days

It has been grey and pouring rain all day in New Orleans, and it is getting colder. Yesterday it was 78° and now we are dropping into the 50s I believe. Anyway, it doesn’t matter because outside is reflecting inside – I’m sick with some bug that jumped on top of me and sucked the life out of me – much like a chupacabra but instead of just my brain, this bug took my guts…

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Divination

That’s the word of the day on my Yahoo home page, but the word of the day is actually blech. Yesterday, around 2:00 PM, I got hit by a bug that took over my whole body and sent me horizontal for the last fourteen hours plus. It’s almost as if my entire being knew I had too much to do so it said, oh really?, you’re not doing anything – ping. If I could have…

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Tools for survival – the power of the human brain

The meaning of life is to live it and so it goes that fearing things you cannot control just produces gnarly chemicals in the body that do you no good. There was a great article in the NYT this Sunday about the Skinner box and the thrust of it is to not be a fearmonger and to avoid people who are overly pessimistic about the economy and tune out media that fans the emotional flames.…

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Bleak economy, bright life

A friend told me that on a recent visit to New York, the shops had less holiday decorations, there were few people on the streets, and that overall the Big Apple looked bleak. I was walking this particularly beautiful morning along the entrance to City Park. The street that leads to New Orleans Museum of Art or NOMA (if we might be so hip to call it) and I was looking at the stands of…

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The global whoosh

My brother called today to tell me he is going to be a grandfather – the family keeps expanding – just my immediate family is 11 nieces and nephews, 5 great nieces and nephews, 2 great twin nephews enroute, and one gender unknown now on the way. Counting the child we adopt – wow, that’s a lot of kids. My family is having its own little population explosion. Also, my brother mentioned his business is…

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The days turn into nights

Arlene now sleeps in our bathroom with the door closed. This keeps her pacing to a much smaller venue. Inevitably, she wedges herself between the toilet and the wall – the evidence of her there is the nose line along the white wall. This morning she got underneath the stool and dragged it clanging and scraping the hard floors. What possesses a dog to wedge into a corner, to pace endlessly, to drink maniacally? For…

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