Here in Louisiana we have the skinny on bugs. Danielle at Zumba was describing the first time she moved here from the midwest and encountered a flying cockroach (she ended up staying in her car till someone came and got it out). I remember the first time Steve flew in to rent an apartment for us in 1995 and when I arrived, I opened the door, the handle fell off, and a flying cockroach buzzed…
Tatjana left today for Croatia for two weeks and along with Loca being on the farm, it’s gotten pretty quiet around here. I’d like to say I will use the time she is away to rest and restore, but my dance card is swollen with events, meetings, work, full-time parenting, as well as all the rest of what goes into my life. I have to say I loathe traveling in December, always have. There is…
Evan took Tin to the zoo on Saturday and they rode the train and talked to the elephants. They had started at First Cup Cafe, Evan’s and Tatjana’s favorite hang out in New Orleans. Upon entering, Tin stopped to speak to a couple of French girls sitting outside. Later sporting a mask, Evan was able to call himself the dog father – there is nothing like a cute kid or a puppy to break the…
Most times I have to write. I try to avoid it, but I can’t help putting down what is going down and it has some soothing balm for me. Like writing about my divorce and the Federal Flood and switching teams, my mother dying and the adoption of my son and everything in between. I’ve been writing a lot lately about the second coming – mine that is – because I’ve been through the wringer…
It’s early in December and I have been running around in shorts and tee shirt, a casualty of living in the Gulf South. We seem to like it this way as we tolerate August to not have to deal with winter, but this winter will make the second in a row that the garden blooms as if spring had sprung while butterflies dot the moist warm air. I spent an hour with my life coach…
Last night, I sat on the porch with friends after Tin was in bed and we looked at the night sky with the half moon and Venus and Mars glowing in the inky blackness of the dark. The evening had become successful despite its auspicious beginnings. Tin’s hesitancy about having an adoption birthday celebration gave way to a loving and tender child hugging his godfather unexpectedly, digging his bridge and tunnel train set that goes…
I can only describe Hashimoto’s as the following: You are an experienced surfer and you go out each day to ride the waves and one day there is a 20 footer and within minutes it changes to calm. Suddenly you look down and realize you are not on a surfboard but a toaster and your feet are so hot you jump into the water, but it is icy cold, and then you manage to find…
I kicked the Synthroid habit yesterday and now feel as if my thyroid is a big lump in my throat. I ran into a friend yesterday who got fired from her job, unexpectedly, and I said, I’m sorry and congratulations. She said she will go back to being a musician and I said you will find yourself much happier. I’ve looked at my colleagues who have left the last company I worked at and they…
Friday ended a week that felt like an avalanche of good and pesky things. My blood tests showed I’m creating antibodies that are both suppressing and boosting my thyroid – hence the Battle Royale that I’ve felt from the inside out. So my doctor has taken me off Synthroid to sort of flush out my system and start at Square One. Meanwhile, last night we went to see a friend’s premiere of her documentary on…
My Synthroid dosage was changed for the seventh time in seven months and the latest change has made me feel as if I have an army of ants trying to get out of my body. I’m hyper, hyper. I started smoking again because I can’t even deal with myself. I kept waiting for the half life of the drugs to drop off so that I can see a change, but hyper I remain so I’m…