The emoto-meter
This morning when I went to walk the Bean on the bayou, I was deep in thought – pensive about events, people, work, LaLa – many things were vying for attention in my mind. As I passed the LaLa, I thought – please let me in – and then when I got to the bridge I saw N with Renny. My heart lurched because I wanted to hug them both. Renny ran towards Arlene like in some perfume commercial – love at last! But N was near tears – she had read the op-ed piece in the Times Picayune written by Helen Hill’s husband – she said she had been crying all morning – woke the Snake up and made him cry – hell, she made me cry just telling me about it. So the rest of the walk I kept thinking “Helen Hill, Helen Hill, Helen Hill – how sad.”
As I rounded the bayou, I saw the Bayou Stone Fox running towards me – and in my funk he didn’t even elicit a smile – not even a half smile – I said good morning with a poker face. As I crossed over the Magnolia Bridge I saw my two compadres – Javier and Arturo driving up to the LaLa – I almost stopped to talk to them but kept going – funk so pervasive – I saw TL at the crossing – talked to him about the funky stuff – he said lack of leadership – and I agreed – but I think I really wanted him to hug me real tight and say it’s all good – or maybe I needed to jump in the bayou and make a big splash like the pelicans do when they are diving for fish – or maybe I just want something out of the ordinary – I think I need to scream but instead I kind of skulked home and went about my business.
I’m on the verge of walking off the planet.