There is a great Joseph Campbell quote where he says “you have to be prepared to set aside the life you had planned, for the one that awaits you.” I cherish that quote. The other day T and I were walking Loca and she said, “Don’t be wedded to an orange cat, because we might find a different one.” I laughed out loud as in one hand was a leash to a dog that fits…
Got to love this daily affirmation: April 2, 2008 Today I select my attitudes, desires and opinions and plant them securely in the fertile soil of mind. I am free to uproot and set aside those states of mind I believe no longer serve me.
Perish the thought. A friend we saw while walking Loca said McCain will win because the democrats are in a nasty mudslinging fight and he will end up smelling like a rose. He’ll be a one term president who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about what politics demands of him and will get things done. HOG WASH. We need OBAMA! The mudslinging might have a positive effect that no one is realizing – these are…
On my way home from Pilates, I stopped in Cork & Bottle and there was Jon Smith, who has returned from Baton Rouge to claim his store back and his rightful home. I was looking for some Tecate and he had it, and he also remembered the Pinot Gris he had found me the year before the storm – when I was stocking up my wine cellar in my redneck rejiggered fridge. Meanwhile, post-storm all…
Chris, the owner of Bacchanal and his wife, Otter, were in a car accident on Monday early morning and both sustained serious injuries. Friends are going to try to keep Bacchanal open while Chris and Otter are in the hospital – but obviously both need your positive vibrations. Chris created a micro universe at Bacchanal that is unparalleled in New Orleans or elsewhere. The funky patio is a unique gathering place for all types and…
A friend writes: To help in bracing yourself for T’s departure, I recommend revisiting (I’m sure you know it) Donne’s A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, the greatest love poem in English about how to cope with separation. I humbly suggest, if you can bear to forgo reading the poem aloud yourself, to have T read it to you. Interestingly, I have been reciting these lyrics to her on and off for the past few weeks –…
The NYT seems to be the only paper interested enough in the recovery of New Orleans to actually keep writing about it. Unfortunately, the news ain’t pretty if you measure progress in big swaths. I keep measuring it in little ones. Like the paths being fixed in City Park. The banks of the lagoon being cleaned up and cut back. And as far as Mayor Nagin goes, Nagin who? is what we say around these…
You know all those picture books that are published about people who look like their pets – I always hoped I didn’t look like my Welsh Corgis – short, stocky, big head and ears, odd looking (recall they are the mythological steeds for leprechauns). Although what attracted me to Corgis was their smile – they have intense smiles and are able to smile both with their mouth and their eyes. But I don’t look like…
Mom called to say she learned that leaving liquid in lead crystal is dangerous. Who knew? I told her. But seriously, the other day when I was there for lunch, she said she had confronted her Hispanic neighbors about the smell of pot wafting through the air. She brought them an article from the Times Picayune about a neighbor who had called the cops on pot smokers only to learn that they were doing heroin…
I’m getting anxious about the impending separation as T is leaving the country for too long a period. In the end, I know it’s all doable, but the thought of being without her makes me anxious. I was at my mom’s Saturday and was trying to hang out and be with her, but I had this gnawing feeling that I wanted to get back home, and be with my family which now consists of T,…