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Right next to the Bowery is a shop called Blue and Cream with lots of expensive clothes and a pain in the ass woman trying them on when I went in – she was wondering if the outfit looked good on her and I wanted to say, yes you can see your back fat, but I was nice and just smiled thinly as she nasally went on and on. I picked up matching tees for my two T’s and the guy said that if I snapped a photo of my boy in the tee they would post it to their blog.

Yeah right. You try to take it, I felt like saying. He doesn’t smile or pose on command. So here’s what I got:

This is his latest nose scrunching and breathing heavy face:

This is his I’m just going to lie down and I will scream if you push me, don’t push me:

This is his now I’m going to run around now and clap my hands:

This is Margarete holding him so he will be still – it is the one I chose to send in even though he isn’t smiling or looking at the camera but you can see from the shot how sweet he really is and how beautiful and warm his eyes are:

It is hard to comprehend how little Tin knows yet. Like when he was up in my office and he took my water bottle and turned it over and the entire full bottle spilled all over the floor. The floor where he was sitting. He had no recognition that he was suddenly in a puddle.

Then I changed his dirty diaper and had put it on the stool so that I could take it straight out instead of putting it in the diaper genie and turned my head for a second and he had found it, taken it off the stool and was taking it apart – NOOOOOOOOO – got it just in time.

It’s easy to forget how nice the French Quarter can be and we do try to give them our business. I had wanted to pick something up for the house and have been waiting for T to leave so that I could get it and smuggle it in (surprise). Tin was in his Ergo Baby and we wandered around the Quarter and did a little bit of shopping and soon it was time to eat. So we walked over to Stanley’s but there was a line, so we headed into Muriel’s instead and sat in the bar except Tin fell fast asleep in the pack for about 20 minutes. So I proceeded to order a feast – shrimp and crab salad with lime vinaigrette, turtle soup and mashed potatoes. When he woke up I gave him turtle soup and mashed potatoes and he ate every single bite.

And then he hasn’t napped a wink since – sigh.

Today Loca, Tin and I went to City Park and they had said it would be a rainy day today but actually the morning into the mid day was quite beautiful. We brought a bag of bread to feed the ducks – T collects an assortment of bread in the freezer and I couldn’t wait for her to get on the plane so I could throw all of it away or feed it to the ducks. So we had one bag full and some duck were about to get happy.

Before we got to the ducks I let Loca go off the leash because she had been hopping the whole way to the park. She ran and found the first mud puddle she could find and rolled in it till she was filthy and smelly so then I encouraged her to go into the lagoon just to take the first layer off.

Then we rounded over by the ducks and I tied her up and I took Tin out of my pack and we walked to where the ducks were, or rather the ducks were walking towards us when they spied the bread, and I gave Tin a piece to give the ducks and he started eating it. I couldn’t get it back from him. So I fed the rest to the ducks and let him in peace.

My neighbor said that when her partner leaves she goes through three stages, the first is woo hoo, I’m going to get all those things done that I can’t when you’re here; the second is aw shucks, I miss you and now I want you to be back here by my side, and then the third is damn you, why the hell did you go so far away?

Tatjana has been gone over 24 hours and so far my agenda while she’s gone is to seal the marble counter tops, put up my winter clothes and take down my summer clothes, clean out the coat closet for her mother, along with a host of other things.

I started my list yesterday and so far I’ve got more being added to the list than am able to check off. So I can’t even get to the woo hoo stage, instead I’m just bypassing straight to the aw shucks, I want you back phase.

Went to go see the last of the operas in this season, Wagner’s Flying Dutchman. While the screen with the very changing vistas was an interesting setting, the truth is that it wasn’t all that good. The Dutchman himself couldn’t project enough and the Senta projected too much to the point of screaming. It made the cost of next seasons’ tickets at $396 x 2 seem a bit much to swallow. If you factor in $60 for babysitting – we’d be paying $260+ to see an opera.

Netflix.

Fess Parker died – good old Daniel Boone – but he left another legacy and that is his winery which makes a delicious and robust Pinot Noir.

My elderly neighbor said her mother used to watch her sister’s children because her husband had died. He got an infection and just died. Things happened like that back then. She got a job as a seamstress at Pullman, stitching the linen covers for the seats on the trains.

My elderly neighbor was telling me that her older sister was like a second mother to her and that she never knew her other sister who died when she was just 3 years old. She said her sister had an ear infection and her mother begged the doctor to operate but back then they didn’t operate on ear infections. But after her sister died, they operated on the next child with an ear infection.

I ran into an elderly neighbor on my walk this morning and said that I had just gotten back from New York and she said, “I was married in New York.” I said wow, why? And she went on to tell me how her girlfriend was living there and her beau or fiance was in the services and she was desperate crazy for company and so she moved there and took a room right across the street. She said her friend used the closed shade to indicate her beau was over and when he was not, she went over and kept her company.

I said how did you end up getting married there – you met someone? She said no, she was taking so long to get home her boyfriend came to get her in New York and marry her.

I said did your whole family come? She said no, her mother had been bedridden for six years and her older sister was taking care of her.