Clap Your Hands
Ducks are getting in a row – clothes laid out for Bahamas – wish fulfillment took 11 hours but was worth it – everything that wasn’t said finally got said through electronic missives yet again – modern world – and so here we are. It’s a rainy day in New Orleans but not the good old soaking rain we are wont to get but rather the Seattle drizzle that makes everyone seem urban and introspective because of the Gomez like gloom.
L is a funk to end all funks – he tried to mess with my good mood last night but seeing how it took me all day to get there I was having none of it. He called today from Metairie needing the truck as he had made an impulsive buy and was suffering with buyers remorse outside the Whole Foods Store in a Store (the fact that this store which opened last year was grossly oversized, grossly overstocked and overstaffed brings some comfort in seeing it reduced to a store in a store post Katrina) – anyway I had an agenda but he was so gloomy I thought I could shift my sked and get over there and pick up his leather smoking chairs and help him out. It seemed to help.
Mom was called into graveyard shift last night because the night nurse didn’t show up – I worry about this nursing shortage we are having and how nurses at my mom’s age are being pushed to their limits.
Mardi Gras is already upon us – kingcakes lined the bakery at Dorignac’s – flags and door thingys in purple green and gold are appearing – N said the shop’s hood is already in Mardi Gras mode – I could use a little carnival right now. Everyone is walking around with I Heart New Orleans tee shirts on. God you have to love this city – possibly the best place on earth.