I’m going to be a red angel, Ivette will be a black angel, Jerri will be a white angel and Fatma will be a pink angel. That’s the plan for Mardi Gras. Tomorrow night I’ll be a PussyCat, Thursday night a Geisha, Endymion – who knows – maybe just a Mardi Gras sprite. You gotta love a costume. Or at least a wig.
I was reading this blog because it has something to do with work and a couple of the entries struck a chord with me. I always claim to the world that I was a love baby, the youngest of six, bounced on some knee (a father, mother, uncle, aunt, brother, grandmother) for most of my childhood years. I was the only child breast fed of the six. And when everyone asks me how I came…
The rest of the world is in a somnambulist haze and here in the Gulf South, in New Orleans, Mardi Gras is in full swing. Aside from all the float parades that rolled yesterday, there was Barkus, where the dogs get to come out and shine. Although truth be had, some of those dogs didn’t look too happy – especially those little shaky ones. That’s why it’s best to bring your fake dog out for…
The neighbors all came over this morning for some breakfast. R&A brought the mimosas and when we sat down and said a prayer – Happy Mardi Gras! and thank you for the food. Some of the simple routines in my life like having breakfast with my neighbors and looking out at the bayou and watching Lucky & Loca tear up two stuffed animals in five minutes and arguing about Hillary and Obama – just make…
We are NOT taking the dogs to Barkus as Loca almost pulled the fingers off my left hand chasing a squirrel this morning and Lucky is too much to handle in a dog parade and Arlene just isn’t going to budge from the twenty paces in front of the LaLa. So we dressed them up and toured them around the neighborhood for their own little parade this morning – Arlene went as a Black Bean,…
That would be an ex-Geisha to all of you reading this as those days are done for me. I have a journal with a Geisha on the front – it is where I have collected my pearls of relationship wisdom I have gained over the last couple of years. The first thing is that Geisha girl is now Wonder Woman – the difference is Geisha girl was a pleaser extraordinaire, a giver of all things,…
One of the Russian spies came over last night with friends and so of course, there were wigs involved. We toasted to Mardi Gras and revelry and all that goes with the season:
Reprinted with permission – the lovely email I received yesterday morning: Hi, Rachel — I’ve been reading your blog the last few months enjoying your stories as I wonder what my own life would be like now if I had stayed in/returned to New Orleans (I left 30 years ago for New York and haven’t made my way back yet). I hope this isn’t weird for you as you talk about things that are…