This morning Loca and I rushed out the door, late again, for our walk. The weather outside is outstanding and Loca was in a rather subdued mood. We headed into City Park, saying hello to the usual suspects, and saw a friend of hers ahead. Instead of getting excited, Loca was sort of like don’t bother me and was going around behind me instead of engaging. The owner and I chatted and she said I…
Yesterday, was supposed to go something like this in my mind, I woke up and planned a day that involved getting exercise, working in the garden, and doing some work. Yesterday, in actuality went more like this, lounge in bed, open front door and be greeted by a Hebe Pumpkin smiling up at me, retrieve and read the Sunday NYT, a knock on the door from a neighbor asking to watch his daughter while he…
My mother called and said she had a plan to save my sister which involved asking the guy visiting the guys who live downstairs to drive her to Atlanta and pick up my sister and then drive them both to Florida. There was something about this that made my insides crawl. I consider myself a tolerant person, a free bird, open to new ideas. But what about the times I haven’t been? I remember when…
Need I say more. Well maybe this one quote from the NYT Monday morning: “As gifted as he is, he is essentially going to execute the Republican agenda, the orthodoxy of the Republican agenda, with a new face and a maverick approach to it, and he’d be quite good at it. But I think we need a generational change.” COLIN L. POWELL, discussing Senator John McCain, and endorsing Senator Barack Obama.
Or it was more like one Obama maniac this morning as I wore my tee shirt and yelled to the crowd of people who were doing the Breast Cancer walk/run. I heard one yell “McCain” back at me but mostly people just looked perplexed.
This morning as 8,000 people ran and walked in front of my house to build awareness for Breast Cancer, I read several articles in the Sunday Times that spoke to past recessions and how physical health improves because stress levels go down, and people are spending more time with their loved ones. It seems – or so the paper says – that money does not make you happy – that once basic needs are met,…
This time it was a Hebe Jack-o-Lantern, yamulka and all, looking right at me when I opened the door to grab the Sunday New York Times.
If Williams was a bigot he would have looked a lot like the guy who was chatting with the couple in front of us last night at the opera – he’d have that Southern twang, he’d have been dressed in that dapperish gayish mode, and he would have been saying exactly what this guy was saying: Yes, I’m living with mother. We finally got the house in Gentilly fixed, but we are still working on…
Before the opera started last night, the orchestra played the national anthem. My Croatian princess refused to stand for any national anthem, I was up like a rocket and singing along with the group AND THE ROCKETS RED GLARE, THE BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR… The national anthem still gives me goosebumps – what can I say?