Tidbits and BIG ANNOUNCEMENT
Big announcement: Abby Elizabeth was born yesterday and she is a doll! Buying girl’s clothes is far superior to baby boy’s clothes as evidenced by the Pink Safari layette I found right when I walked in the store. Six pounds and six ounces and a delight to hold even if she hasn’t shown any signs of wanting to eat yet.
Small announcement: Paris Hilton has sworn off sex for one year. That would be Paris, not me.
G went to dinner with L while I was in Nantucket, she said she wanted to mend fences, it resulted in more complications than before for everyone involved. My feeling, I hate who I have become in my interactions with L, so I continue to lay low until I have more control over my outbursts and my buttons are not able to be pushed so blatantly.
Had dinner with mom last night – she is hoarding stuff like a squirrel in fall – her pantry door barely closes, and boxes and jars fall off the shelves, the refrigerator can’t accommodate a small tin of anything since the shelves are jammed so tightly, there are boxes of melba toast in the oven, and big bags of rice and pasta on the counter and a jar of Cuban crackers on the burner – the hoarding and hoarding, what does it all mean? My sister was on the phone when I arrived and my mother promptly handed me the phone and here is how the conversation went:
Me: I’m going to be in Atlanta in a few weeks I can help you move if you need my truck.
Sis: Mom can’t get any money for the car because it is totalled and she didn’t have insurance (that would be the car I gave her when hers broke down during Katrina) so you can take the parts and sell them on Ebay – you can sell the engine, the doorknobs, the seats.
Me: Uh, I don’t have time to sell my underwear on Ebay.
Sis: Let me talk to mom!
Sis to Mom: (mom turns speakerphone on accidentally) Rachel can’t be bothered to help you out.
[Perfect example of why people flee their families and then simulate the bond with strangers)
S was in town to check out an architectural project – he didn’t visit me or the Bean, but he did go check out the LaLa.
I broke my code the other night with E and started grousing about the LaLa – I don’t want to do that – I need to revert back to referring to it as my Taj Majal. I was bitching to Sandee that if I didn’t have the LaLa strapping me down I could be shopping and traveling and doing all sorts of exotic things with my money, but the truth is that I am building my home and one day, all of this heavy lifting will deliver me a palace to live out the rest of my long life in. So stop grousing Rachel and look at the positive. One day, the LaLa will grant you succor and if it doesn’t, you can sell and run off to Mexico, which is always the flight pattern of choice when faced with the overwhelming. But Mexico – why not Turk and Caicos or somewhere further further away – I need to broaden my flight fantasy to something less familiar – Cuba? Fidel dead? New Beginnings? Oh right, we have that all here in New Orleans post Katrina – no reason to run – the starting over begins and ends here in our own backyard.
Two more babies are lined up in the chute – it’s going to be raining kids very shortly. And last night I dreamed of W, we were in a restaurant giggling, miss miss miss – some kids, like people, are not interchangeable.