Rita
D and M now thinking they are evacuating this morning from Houston. J is sick and he is supposed to start wearing the helmet at the end of the month. L&S went to Covington where they are both working from satellite offices. B called to say he is working under adverse conditions on an old client’s house in Lakeview, trying to get it somewhat ready for them if and when they can move back. S and N were supposed to fly in to assess our return but now that is getting derailed by Rita. Nagin had to rescind his welcome.
Sigh – work has taken on an altered hue, home is in a galaxy far far away, Arlene has been sick with both germs as W is want to say – the throw up germ and the diarrhea germ.
Last night we started another movie – this one of W as the rock star – his repertoire includes Cowboy and Cowgirl, I Care About You, and Do Not Enter – all original songs. We could have a whole music video by the end of the month particularly since N bought him a cool microphone at a modern classic store. It’s perfect, looks really great in his hands and worked as an inspiration for his latest hit.
I’ve been thinking about how difficult it is to communicate – sometimes laying yourself bare causes the other person to step back, sometimes when you think you are just having banal conversation suddenly the other lays bare, it’s like you want to throw up a time out and say – and now we are going to lay ourselves bare and yet that doesn’t work either. Oh well.
New Orleans with no one around – everyone who has been there says it is surreal and eerie – but for some reason I would love to experience it.