Turns out the KVille prop is a roof they are going to float in the bayou for a flashback scene to Katrina – like any of us want to be reminded of that! They are filming all day tomorrow so I’m sure there is going to be enough Hollywood attitude for miles.
BTW my hairdresser does the main star’s – Cole Hauser – hair – so there.
I did a little jig this morning when I saw the headlines of the TP – the House overrode the veto on the water bill. Now the Senate may follow suit as early as today. Can I get an amen?
Last night, after a challenging Pilates class, S and I took the canoe out on the bayou. He had packed a delicious picnic dinner – sandwiches on homemade herb bread, chocolate chip cookies, and a cinnamon roll to boot! We paddled (ahem, he paddled) around under the crisp, cool air and twinkling lights and took a pulse of where our hearts, mind and souls are right now. The water was surprisingly warm. My mind was surprisingly calm. I felt “in the moment” – how rare is that?
It made me think of this poem by Robert Bly:
Things to Think
Think in ways you’ve never thought before.
If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message
Larger than anything you’ve ever heard,
Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats.
Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,
Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose
Has risen out of the lake, and he’s carrying on his antlers
A child of your own whom you’ve never seen.
When someone knocks on the door, think that he’s about
To give you something rare: tell you you’re forgiven,
Or that it’s not necessary to work all the time, or that it’s
Been decided that if you lie down no one will die.
Days before Halloween, Roy, my good neighbor, erected an hommage to fall to the left of the LaLa on the bayou. Everyone and their mama have stopped to take photographs of their kids in front of this installation. Here is a pic of Jake – in the background notice the renewed copper dome of Our Lady of the Rosary Church otherwise known as Holy Rosary:
Today, I get several calls a building is being erected on the bayou to the right of my house and no one knows what the hey – but Jerri is suspicious that Hollywood is behind it all. I finally went out there and asked – it is for an episode of KVille. But they all had that Hollywood leer and tude so I just sauntered back inside – Andree emails she thought it was a battle royale being waged against Roy’s structure:
Today is the birthday of a unique 8 year old – I won’t be around to say happy birthday or help blow out his candles – but i still feel him in my life – and wish to send him cyber kisses and hugs and wishes. Happy Day, you beautiful boy!
I didn’t have time to read the paper but I caught out of the corner of my eye a front page article that suggested the St Charles Streetcar lines are back in operation – yee ha!! – another step forward.
I took myself offline for about four hours today and accomplished more than most of my multitasking manic days ever provide. Chalk one up for just a simple phone line and two human beings at both ends. Naturally, the to do list that awaits is still enormous – but I can cross some major ones off the list today. Phew. Next.
Today, I have too much to do and as Flower said early this morning I need 5 heads and 8 hands to accomplish it. Loca got her first post-op long walk and gets her stitches out today – maybe I can contain that bundle of energy with purpose on my part. Late in the afternoon, my mom is to come by for a brief visit – we need to sit down and schedule a regular weekly visit – I’ve been very lame about seeing her in her apartment because of the smoke and hoarding and claustrophic feeling I get there – but we need to see each other once a week and she doesn’t like to leave the house – but she should leave the house.
A friend writes questioning her worth. Another writes questioning ours. An email travels across the globe informing me that sometimes things aren’t what they seem. I begin my day in a muddle and need to get my head in the game. Here is my daily affirmation:
November 6, 2007
I willingly release all resistance to what is! I surrender my life into the dynamic flow of the universe!
I guess every four year old has a friend you wish they didn’t and J is no exception – when he repeats what his friend says I want to march over to the friend’s mother’s house and say could you curb your child? The latest has been “what the heck” – apparently J’s friend says this over and over. I told J this is not a nice thing to say.
Tonight as I was walking Loca by Cabrini I noticed yet again how the statue of Jesus looks so benevolent with his arms thrown wide in person but as the giant shadow cast on the wall behind, it appears like some hippie guy shouting, “What the heck!”
As I came back around the bayou, Loca was accosted by a wee Jack Russell Terrier whose owner said, she’s just protective because she just had puppies. “How many,” I asked while trying to keep Loca from being chewed by this rat dog. “Five,” she said, “want to see them. Want one?” Her voice grew more excited and I backed away to the curb. No I don’t want a puppy – especially a rat dog puppy – can’t you see what I am dealing with here – a 7 month old Lab who hasn’t had exercise in seven days who is climbing the walls and hanging from the ceiling fans and has chewed my pillow, dug up my garden and when I thought I was going to scream at about 7 PM tonight, she pee’d right on the kitchen floor sending me into a tailspin.
What the heck?
J is going through this amazing brain expansion where he has taken to telling these fabulous stories – who needs books with his mind – today it was the bats that had been living in the chimney and were entering the house but a little baby dinosaur guarded the entrance and kept them from coming in but the baby dinosaur’s dad was dead and so was the mommy dinosaur and so we had to be really nice to the baby dinosaur.
He turns 4 in December and he is more entertaining and soul nourishing than anything I have encountered.