The NYT generally likes to write about New Orleans from a pretty negative bent – and while we appreciate the fact that they are pretty much the only outside media even still concerned about New Orleans, sometimes I do get the feeling that they are missing why we even live down here. The NYT magazine latest edition has a few articles on school recovery – I don’t know if you get get to this link…
The last yoga class with Libby sadly – even though happy Michelle is back – Libby started our session which I ran to after spending the night with Abby all day and getting to my desk to mayhem with how our wishes and intentions create our reality and that if we believe that everything is connected, we’d know that our intentions can be directed to others connected with us – so at the end of…
The other day when the massage therapist was working on my right side that is twisted in a knot she said it is my masculine side which is imbalanced and stressed (wage earner, overseer). After my fender bender the other day, I got the truck back with a brand new bumper and decided against the reapplication of a CHOOSE DEATH bumper sticker and instead opted to just keep my license frame that says Silly Boys,…
The other night I read a story to Abby about the Frog and the Toad. The frog had a dream that he was the Greatest Bestest frog in the universe and he was on stage and playing the piano and Toad (his friend) was sitting in the audience – and when he was done, everyone clapped and he shouted to Toad “can you play this well?” but Toad looked small. Then the Frog did many…
Friends from Delachaise opened a bar on Rampart Street that is such a great New Orleans spot – you must go and ask Steve to make you La Gran Gimlet – delicious gin, fresh squeezed lime juice and a shot of Elderberry liquor – exotically refreshing. The bar is square and and the ambience is pure and simple old New Orleans French Quarter but with bright white modern chairs. Love it! Better yet – go…
I joined my friends briefly on the bayou last night for a glass of wine before heading out to dinner with a friend. The ambient temperature, the breeze, the evening was perfect and R said, “it’s fall, summer’s gone.” We just laughed – it’s still August and I don’t believe that for a moment. But this morning, all the Cabrini girls in their plaid skirts were walking along the bayou and trying to find parking…
The other day when all the girls were on the bayou at night playing dominoes – one was talking about “faking it” with men and another said, “you need to come over to our team and you won’t have to do that.” We spoke jokingly and not about the fluidity of women’s sexuality and the goal oriented direction of men’s. All of us thought we had a conclusion but then one woman said, wait, I’m…
The last couple of days the night blooming jasmine has been over the top heady and the air is deliciously fragrant all around. Last night, getting out of the car near Louis Armstrong Park, I said, “smell that?” and my friend said, “that’s New Orleans.” Yesterday, T was picking up cakes from Kras in Jalecica Square in Zagreb. She says Croatians have not forgotten simple pleasures. It made me miss Zagreb and Croatia (not to…
A day of being pulled in too many directions with not enough sleep to fully grasp any of them in any sort of meaningful way. But at the end of the day, my neighbors and friends invited me to the bayou (newly mowed by one) to sit and have a glass of wine and appreciate the beautiful breeze. My my my, we are some lucky people.
Yesterday, after back to back phone calls, I dashed out to pilates, on the way back the bank called while I was in the car and said someone had my credit card number and was charging to religious sites, I had a late conference call and ran home, had two neighbors that I had to sidestep because of the call, and then the call lasted lots longer than I had planned, so got the animals…