Happy Hour
A couple moved in across the hall at the Can between H&J and H&T, they left a note on all of our doors inviting us tomorrow night to a 3rd Floor Happy Hour to say hello. A meet and greet. You gotta love it. Children in California are not raised to entertain but here in New Orleans it is what we do best and it is a lauded tradition handed down generations to generations.
Uplifting New Orleans message of the day:
Go to www.katrinafilm.com
and click on “JAZZ IN HEAVEN”
G said she told B that she doesn’t want to be in a long term relationship – but I don’t think that’s true. It reminds me of what I told T the other night when I said my last marriage, I mean my third and final marriage, and then spelled it out for him – F I N A L – what does that say about a person. It starts to classify you as this or that and I kind of prefer the response E gave me when we were driving home from the Northshore some months back and I asked him if he would consider having another child and he said he had three kids and didn’t have to have any more children but he “would be open to the possibility if the situation was right” and then he said the same thing about a relationship “I don’t need to be in one, but I’m open to one if it was right.” I told G she should think about this as her tagline rather than saying – NO – especially when NO belies what she truly wants.
Last night we watched the Saints game and then ended up at Feelings for a nightcap. I ordered my toasted almond but it didn’t come frozen, it was a shadow of its former self.
I did my Sunday ritual and went for a two-hour bike ride – I need a longer lakefront to ride because most times I just don’t want to get off my bike. I left early enough but ended up getting a little bit of a sunburn. But the best part of the ride were the six raccoons that were huddled in a group, the saucer sized butterflies, and the Great White Heron taking flight across the bayou this morning.
R sent me an email this morning – with this message:
YOUR GUT IS YOUR INNER COMPASS
WHENEVER YOU HAVE TO CONSULT WITH
OTHER PEOPLE FOR AN ANSWER
YOU ARE HEADED IN THE WRONG DIRECTION (O.W.)