This arctic bitter cold has descended and iced our tropical plants and turned our Southern red blood into slush. I ate the last of the black eyed peas today and am waiting for the jumping for joy feeling to return but all I feel right now is a great desire to have my feet on the ground instead of in the air. Loca and I walked through the park this morning – Arlene refused to make…
I woke this morning almost manic with joy that the new year was here. Outside the weather was cold and bitter, but I managed to walk Loca to Cabrini park and let her romp and play with Lance and another. Arlene pulled against the leash as if it was an afterthought. Work began with the usual array of phone calls and emails and organization. I then contacted and was contacted by a few people that I had…
The other day a person who I am fond of told me they didn’t understand why I love ’em – it sent off a zillion red flags – who doesn’t think they should be loved? Everyone (well, most everyone) is lovable. So it gave me tremendous pause and helped me loosen the pull this person has had over me of late. After all, I am capable of great, if not profound love, but I can’t fill…
Yesterday, E said to me that I remind her of a friend of hers back in Chicago. She said it’s something in my hand gestures and in the way I carry myself. She said her friend is a free spirit just like me. How does one get to be a free spirit? I think it is all of the characteristics that make up who I am – that if you pick them apart, some look…
Ivette called from PR to tell J they are psyched about my coming in January – she kept repeating into the phone that I need to unleash my sangre de Cuba – that Cuban blood – and we’re going to do just that for the Calle San Sebastian Festival – all I can say is Ay Dios Mio – there’s some fun awaiting.
Fatty Patty is my new best friend – she’s lost some air but overall she was near and dear to me over the holiday. Last night, the girls propped her up in my bed and placed my reading glasses on her cause she needed some down time. The Russian spies took this head shot of her.
New Year’s evening I made a pot of black eye peas, cabbage (with a dime in it for luck), green onion sausage from Terranova, cornbread and B&K, E&E, J, and C all came over to eat. We opened some delicious wines and in the middle of eating the prodigal child arrived at the front door – G – so the family was all together and clasped hands and said thanks for our bounty and then…
After one of the best New Year’s eves I have had in a long time, I woke up with G MIA – I had left her in the Quarter, handed her off to other friends and came home. So a posse formed of J, B and E and I and we got in my truck and set off to the Quarter to find her. We went by several haunts and when we got to Oz,…
The past few days have spectacularly beautiful here in New Orleans – up until the arctic cold that appeared last night the weather has been perfect. The past few New Year’s Eves have not been so wonderful but this year it was magical. R built a bonfire in an old wheelbarrow and set up chairs and tables on the bayou. The night started at 5PM with drop bys and then it built and built until…
I got a call from D, he was my best man when S and I got married in 1990 – then he sailed almost around the world, then he moved to Paris, then to San Diego, and now he is back in San Francisco. His irreverance is always the best part of him.