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Very early this morning – around 1:30 AM, I was lying in bed and it was a three dog night – Arlene was having a bite-mare, Loca was sighing heavily in her kennel, and Stanley, the yellow lab puppy, next door was howling softly in the wee madrugada – and I was lying in the stillness thinking of T. In an hour, she phoned cause we have a thing that is called radar love – we spoke until almost dawn – and together we shared love across a million miles – and the universe itself wasn’t large enough to contain our love – a love that knows no bounds – and our love expanded and expanded and expanded until it exploded into a life of its own. And that dear reader, is something to write home about. 

Watching Sheryl Crow – who was good and cute and all that – I decided to walk over to see Buckwheat Zydeco and the tent was rocking – that is Jazz Fest – there is no sound like zydeco in the world – and right there within a breath of each other. Next favorite was the crawfish bread, then the jama jama, then later in front of Swirl, Todd was grilling up alligator sausage in back of Al’s, and Juan, the wine delivery guy, a Mardi Gras Indian, was getting the crowd jumping. 

I dreamed last night that someone had died, but it was a good thing when I was comforting my friend, and then this morning, I heard that my friend had made a big career change. Death = Change. It made me think back to when I had a bunch of girls over and I was reading their tarot cards and L turned the table around on me and said let’s read yours. And my big wish was to meet someone to have fun with and travel and sex and all the good stuff – and the card that came up was the DEATH card. Today, when Sheryl Crow takes the stage, I will smile when she sings “A Change Will Do You Good.”  

You know what is the most fantastic thing about T – the surprise of her – that after almost 49 years of living on this planet I would meet someone who my heart beats in big BOOM BOOM BOOM beats for and who delights me and enchants me and makes me laugh … not to mention a whole host of other emotions she stirs in me. That is why there is always another day – on Lundi Gras, I had resigned myself to a life happy, yet alone, and by midmorning on Mardi Gras day, I spied the love of my life in a completely different construct than I had ever imagined – and that all happened before she turned around and our eyes met. The world held out this big surprise for me after almost half a century of life. Now, if that isn’t worth waiting for, I don’t know what is. 

April 25, 2008

1. Taurus (4/20-5/20)

   You are getting a stronger, clearer vision of what you want out of life, and this new-found philosophy will help keep you grounded and focused. Little hassles won’t be bothering you much, right now. Because you have your eye on the big picture and know how to make it a reality, you’re calm. Let the petty people squabble over who’s getting what. You should be able to rise above the fray and spend your time on productive things. Positive energy will carry you through the day.

Jazz Fest is here and as the front page of the TP online states – Jazz Fest is defying the recession with record ticket sales. Meanwhile, you can feel the fest in the air as always – lawns are being mowed, the sound systems are being tuned up, and this morning walking Loca, there were already several people with their essential Jazz Fest hats on and a truck stopped me to ask me how to get to the Fairgrounds – everyone in it was smiling ear to ear. So today work and then it’s time to put on the hat, grab the brass pass, and go hear music, eat crawfish bread and jamba jamba and pass a good time.

Tis the season – love bugs a plenty – all joined together – and so it must be Jazz Fest! I remember last year at Jazz Fest standing in line for rosemint tea and someone said, “Seems like a lot of love bugs this year” and someone else said, “That’s because it’s mating season, you only see love bugs while they are mating.” Ahhh. Mating season – love bugs – Jazz Fest. 

Everything was perfect. The a/c was working. I had worked till about 8:30 PM. I ate tomatoes with olive oil and salt and some crackers and had a glass of wine. I was ready for bed. I wrote one last email to T. I shut everything down and went to my bed. I read. I went to sleep. THEN at 3AM my doorbell rang and scared the life out of me. I got up. My alarm was on. Should I go to the door or not? My house is a glass house – there is no approaching the door without whoever seeing me. The doorbell rang again. I turned the light on, then off. I called the police and told them that I was only calling because of all the crime in the hood recently and then I said I am going back to bed and have my alarm on so I feel okay but if they could drive by that would be great. I lay in bed. Couldn’t sleep so answered work emails. My phone rang – the police wanted a description. The dispatcher said they were outside my door right now. I got up and went out and there were five police cars with lights on circling my house. Five policemen with flashlights in front and on the side of my house. “Footprints,” one said, directing the beam to the front porch and the large sized print. I thanked them and came back in. In bed, I heard them out there, talking, then laughing, then one pulling off, the rest still there talking. I went to sleep. 

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you. Feliz Cumpleaños a ti, Feliz Cumpleaños a ti. 

Sretan rodendan Arlene

Sretan rodendan Arlene

Zelimo ti svi mi.