Float like a butterfly
Rolled out of bed from yet another sleepless night except last night had some wonderful dreams that at least woke me up with a smile. Bounded out the door with the Bean to do a solo walk since L doesn’t have his boys and N goes to school early on Thursdays. Arlene has developed a new habit of pulling to the LaLa when we are getting close because I have been stopping every morning to check the progress of J and his men. But they weren’t supposed to be there this morning so I just went inside and cleaned up some water bottles and someone’s sunflower seeds and while there the crew arrived because they needed to finish papering and put in the windows so I got distracted speaking to them. Long and short is I walked all around the bayou and got back to the Can and didn’t have my keys – so had to go back to the LaLa and get the keys and that pretty much was how the rest of the day went. A series of jags and double steps and agh – on the trip to get keys ran into the Snake and Renny and he came by to take a gander at the addition and said “this will be a beautiful office” and he was highly complimentary of the framing job so that made me feel good since the Snake was a contractor in a former life.
Then it was out to Metairie to donate my car to mom – but she stood me up and I had to go back a second time to get the title and of course, get screwed because I had a LA license and a CA tag so they managed to take the usual title change and donation fee and jack it up six times. Then it was a call to come to the LaLa and meet the glazer and then that became a fiasco with all the different things that came up and all I could feel was my cash register going kachink kachink kachink and I asked K, no I think I begged her, to tell me what she thinks finishing the house is going to cost, but well the best I got was she would work on it.
N and I walked Renny and the Bean around the bayou in the late afternoon and I came home finally to finish some work and I had rented Fight Club which I still haven’t seen and was all ready to enjoy when I put the DVD in and kept seeing Rebecca Romjin Stamos lying almost naked across the bed and something wasn’t right and I realized I had Femme Fatale that was in the case of Fight Club and I knew it was the end of a long day of jags and double steps and I was thankful to be at the end of it.
S called and she was in full uproar about some work glitch and it was funny to listen to her because she rarely, if ever, gets mad, and she was almost fist pounding mad. Earlier an article that I was interviewed for was sent to me from one of my reporters, F, and in it I am called fashion obsessed – which I got a big laugh out of – T wrote it for the new wires and it ran in two papers I know of – Denver Rocky Mtn News and the Sacramento Bee where S’s parents live – I’m sure J is scratching her head on that one – no one who knows me would consider me fashion obsessed – shoe obsessed maybe.
T’s also writing our script again for Desperate Editors for our reporter’s conference in April – I play Bree, of course – and last year we had a great time with it, so we are looking forward to being actresses again. Plus, we have a good writer, she’s a clever girl that T.
The pelican is still in the bayou even though it is time for him to fly away. The green market is coming back to the Can next week – hip hip hooray – strawberries, okra, greens, and tomatoes right at our fingertips, the Sav-A-Center opened on Carrollton – that is the big news – a real grocery in our neighborhood to reopen – so progress is being made around here and maybe around the LaLa – so lots to be thankful for.