Till You Can’t Anymore
Tin went to Zagreb with Tatjana for 10 days and I had three different sets of out of town guests that straddled those 10 days. I also had Jazz Fest. And let’s not forget my 56th birthday. Add to that the third chapter of my book due, three reports, and my work with the Welcome Table and you will uncover the layers of my tired.
Stella and I were on our way around the bayou this morning when my doctor rode by on his bicycle. He called out: “I’m so exhausted from Jazz Fest,” as he passed. Aren’t we all, I called in response.
I had the usual schizophrenia from all the activity. One part of my brain said that next year I will only buy one ticket for each weekend to Jazz Fest or I won’t go at all. The other part of me was sad because it was almost ending. Then another part of me wondered how I could survive many more days of this breakneck pace – fried food, alcohol, sun, dancing, talking, and walking endlessly in circles.
Make it stop!
So today, in my gratitude jar, I filled it up with little notes to myself. Thank you Sty for remembering me on my birthday. Thank you New Orleans for throwing a party every year on my special day. Thank you Frank Scurlock for the messages in the sky. Thank you Wanda, Tico, Brian, Adrienne, and BJ for coming to New Orleans to visit.
And now to rest.
May 4th, 2015 at 3:56 pm
Ha! Rachel Resting. I can almost FEEL your exhaustion.
Sorry I wasn’t around to celebrate on Saturday but my son’s dad had heart complications on Thursday and it’s been all crazy from then on. I’m spending a few days at my son Vincent’s place in the mountains, doing my best to relax — getting plenty of LOVE from Charlie, his black Lab, Bamboo and Jersey the cats, a VERY loud bird called Millie… and 4 new chickens whose names I don’t remember just now. I’m sure I’ll be in top shape once I go back to the city.
GREAT to know you had a SPLENDID time — you deserve every single second of it.
And now, onwards you go…
CHEERS!
Mudd
XOX
May 4th, 2015 at 5:06 pm
Mudd – this old mare ain’t what she used to be but that’s okay I’m still not out to pasture yet. Sorry to hear about the dad’s heart situation. It gets so sticky at this age with people’s bodies not doing what they should/could. I love that your son’s place is a respite for you. I wonder if I would live long enough to find that happen in my life? Anyway, thanks as always for being there when I need you and for your birthday wishes. Love, R