How will you be remembered?
I read this obit this morning and smiled. What a great way to be remembered – making a killer stuffed mirliton. That is an obituary fit for a New Orleanian. We could all be so lucky. There is a guide in the New York Times this morning that says you should back all of your photos up to the cloud like Google’s Picasa – after my computer blow outs of 2010, I think it is safe to say the cloud might be where it’s at.
No one showed up for meditation last night so I drove home and on the way stopped at the book store looking for Possessed, a book about a woman who studied Russian Literature, but they were sold out. Yesterday was a collection of getting rid of the bulk around the house – the Lance table from Design within Reach that actually didn’t fit anywhere in the house because I bought it before I moved into the LaLa and then the space here loomed larger than life. I also got rid of two cases of champagne glasses I had purchased for parties in California – I actually bought antique champagne glasses when I moved back to New Orleans at an antique store on Magazine Street, which I use more often than those and so they were just taking up valuable space in the laundry room. I wrote a letter to my first love with photos of Tatjana and Tin and me and sent them on with a friend who is going to visit him bedside. My letter began with, “how do you bridge two decades in a single letter?”
We had one real cold day here and now we have been fluctuating in and out of warmish, humid Gulf South type December weather. Dressing Tin is a challenge – one day the poor thing has tights, long sleeved onesies, and so much clothes he is stiff as a board, and the next he is running around in a tee shirt. He gets cuter every day no matter what he is wearing and all he cares about is music – MUSHIK, PIANO, GUITARA, FLUTE, BASS, TRUMPET, TROMBONE, VIOLIN, HORN. These are his favorite words. Will he become a musician and we look back on this as prescient?
