There has been a string of emails flying about the sexual predator and now the car jacker, both brazen criminals and while I’m writing about them and reading about them, I hear the guy across the bayou playing his bagpipes – a peaceful sound against the backdrop of nonsense violence.
There is a sexual perp on the loose and he has made many rape attempts in the neighborhood on the other side of the bayou. He has entered several houses and sometimes twice and attempted to rape women that are by themselves. Description:
5’8″-5’10”
black male with light brown complexion
short hair
thin
18-20 years old
will have a significant injury to his left thumb
may possibly have white paint on his foot as he stepped in a paint
Next there was a car jacker on Olga Street and this is a composite of him and description:
One thing I learned when I was going through behavior modification for my panic attacks is to stop and take a victory lap when you achieve something you have been striving for or even for little things that happen in your life. So here is the end of the week victory lap:
1) Managed to get fingerprinted for the adoption even though it required going to east hell.
2) Took time from work to watch Obama’s swearing in ceremony.
3) Rallied to celebrate Obama’s victory at friends’ parties.
4) Finally finished my teeth work and had a mouth guard made for my teeth grinding.
5) Went to yoga once.
6) Had a massage and didn’t focus on my back pain.
7) Saved a shaking, hurt German Shepherd, who is now a sweet big lumbering wolf in our house.
8) Bought flight and reserved a house for one in five of my 50th birthday celebrations.
Not bad for a week, if you consider I was only talking about five days, not seven. Here a pic from one of my friend’s inaugural balls right before we all joined hands and sang We Are The World!
Well in these days of fiscal responsibility, Ms. Wolfie is proving to be an expensive little tart. She had all her vaccines and xrays and such today and a big big bath. But turns out she has heartworms – we sent off for a more positive test but most probably she does. Which means, about $700 to $1000 in treatment. But you look in her eyes and she says I’m worth it. Whatyagonnado?
So Wolfie is around for another three months to get through treatment and then we’ll see what happens.
The animals outnumber us.
All along the lagoon in City Park are signs that say NO FISHING as the park wants to repopulate for a Bass Fishing Rodeo that is coming up end of March. Only pelicans can’t read, so while a few months ago it was man against fowl in competition for these tasty finned creatures, now fowl is winning by a long shot.
This morning, a swarm of pelicans, both white and brown, were shucking and diving and feasting on the fat fish that are repopulating those waters. Almost as a caveat hangs a dead cormorant by his wing after being caught up in an ancient fishing lure that is attached to a tree by string. The wing is outstretched neither symbolizing flight or freedom, but instead as yet another sign to beware those of you who fish in these waters.
Two pelicans swam nearby as if portents were as incomprehensible as signs.
Yoga was about opening your mind to different thinking. Reminds me of the signs around town that say “What if you are wrong?” Then later, working out the kinks in this body, my therapist had a vision, on my left she saw an old wooden screen door swinging back and forth, and on my right, she saw a country grocery store with a door that had a bell on it, and the door kept opening and closing. She said each time she went to either side, that side’s vision would come up again and again. Funny, I had been thinking of putting an Airstream in the yard for my mother to live in.
I had heard there was a giant Mermaid erected on St. Claude Avenue and then I went in search of it. It was by the Rusty Pelican but it was no longer there when we went cruising up and down the street looking for it. Then I started questioning my sanity – do mermaids really exist I wonder?
Today, I found out the mermaid was taken down to be in a Chinese New Year parade this coming Sunday. The metal worker who created the giant sculpture is a friend of my yoga instructor. She said you can see the mermaid Sunday night as the parade starts in the Bywater and heads to the Quarter. Since I’m off to the Big Apple, the mermaid once again eludes me.
We’ve been waiting for the males in this city to step up and take control of the growing violence, but when Wendy Byrne was killed at gunpoint for cooperating with a robbery by two teenage boys, it was women who fought back. The robbers’ mothers turned them in.
It takes a lot of courage to turn in your own child and I have to believe they did this because they are sick to death of the violence in this city and they are tired of being quiet about it and maybe they have other children that they hope will have a chance for a peaceful life. I don’t know what their motives were for turning in their own children, but I applaud them.
It finally warmed up here in New Orleans. The past couple of days have been freezing and even though, I’m sorry, I know it’s winter, we’re not equipped for the cold. We live in drafty houses, we have high humidity, we don’t own wool.
But today the cold lifted and everyone felt it – Wolfie strolled out of the laundry room, Loca was doing her vertical hopping, and Bam Bam made his way to his throne on the fence to rule his empire.
Meanwhile, the sun is shining and it makes everything just seem much better when it’s like this.
Between reports on who pee’d and who poo’d and who is where and has gotten pets or not been fed or given a treat – the zoo has become a more than full time job and I’m thinking of retiring just so that I can keep up with it all including but not limited to administering doses of antiinflamatory for Wolfie, antianxiety for Arlene, and major walks to calm Loca, and allowing Bam Bam to believe he has escaped when in reality we left the door open for him even though T has to coax him back in with charades and doses of Pounce.