Someone asked for recommendations for where to eat and where to go in New Orleans while they are here for Halloween night – where do I begin? Restaurants: Breakfast – Petunia’s, Elizabeth’s, Mother’s and Camelia Grill Lunch – Napoleon House (inc. Pimm’s Cup, sit in patio), NOLA’s, Casamentos, K Paul’s Dinner – Brigtsen’s, Dick & Jenny’s, Meaux Bar, August Other food – Café du Monde Bars/Music: Uptown – Tipitinas The Columns – sit on the…
Bam Bam, the Shim Sham man, likes to tear the screen on the porch to get out. You can open the door for him, or even open the doggie door for him, but this is a sneaky cat whose very nature won’t allow him to enter or exit in a proper manner. The other day, I bathed Loca in the outside shower because she plunged into the bayou and was a smelly dog. She’s been…
Abby’s family held a viewing for her last night and although I went there with a heavy heart, I walked inside Lakelawn Memorial and was greeted by another family gathered in a viewing room near the entrance. Laughter spilled out from the crowd in there. A little boy ran out and ran back in, and was pulling on his mother’s dress and he called to her as he ran away, “I love you mom.” I…
Years ago I was editing a book for an engineer and he said “I don’t read fiction.” And I said, “why not?” And he said, “Give me one good reason.” And I said, “Because fiction tells of the human condition.” And he just said, “Hmm.” Today I read this story again for the umpteenth time because a friend of mine in SF reminded me that I turned her onto Eudora Welty years ago.
There is a common theme amongst Jews not to brag or say things are good because you invite bad. I was speaking to someone today who gave me a different cultural spin on the same thought. Russians believe you never let the bad show on yourself. Or that’s the literal translation. A friend around here who leans towards the new age said “don’t claim it” when it’s something bad. So after spending the last two…
Mid-morning a new jack-o-lantern showed up on the porch. This is the fifth pumpkin to be hijacked and returned with a new attitude. And it leaves one full pumpkin and a varied assortment of smaller gourds (left by the prankster) to fun around with. Time for a trip to Rouse’s for more pumpkins, I suspect. Note Dead Ed on top of the new jack-o – he is a product of my own inside joke last…
I heard the Cabrini bells this morning and failed to get out of bed because snuggling and trying to remain calm amidst crazy times just seemed like a whole lot better idea. Of course, this meant that Loca was shortchanged. And when I got up to my desk, it all started over again – the panting and heart racing and just overall “make it stop” feeling. My hairdresser told me she is voting for McCain…
Yesterday about 11:30 AM I got down on my hands and knees because I had this crushing feeling of anxiety in my chest. It was a collusion of trying to remain positive in a rapidly deteriorating environment. By noon, I had to get out and take a walk just to get some fresh air. Later, as the day grew dark, I lay in bed and told T that I was overwhelmed by work right now…