This will have to be a quiet, restful day. The paper was late. Simmering a pot of black bean soup, pot of brown rice, some KALE, and I’m roasting skinned chicken breasts in wine and onions. After this post, the quiet day begins. I love Sundays.
Three minutes from 3PM here in ole Looziana, Old Metairie and after six hours of work, my story has been written, vetted, submitted. Dashed to the grocery for a few necessities at 7 AM this morning; dashed back home, said my chaplet and rosary, started writing. But words, layout, title, etc. would not come. Okay, so I arose, and picked up a book by Joel Osteen, it’s inspirational declarations about the good God wants for us and opened to a chapter that said, God, you have gifted me, I call forth all your gifts and resources to help me. My, my. I told Him, You planted this story idea in my mind, now please let me call forth from you how it should be written. There was a lovely little thunderstorm going, it’s been cozy and rainy all day long. Went back to my boudoir where I write with my laptop for big projects because I can stretch out my legs and I write better when comfortable. Stared at the screen and suddenly knew what I was going to entitle it, how I was going to lay the story out and what exactly I was going to say. Once again, let me say, thank you God. In the meanwhile made a veggie and ground turkey crustless pie with roasted some mushrooms in olive oil and a little garlic. Back to healthy eating. But man, that pizza!Have to run one more errand, will come home, shower and crash for the evening. I be tired.
They said that at least one third of Lake Pontchartrain poured into New Orleans because of Katrina–then in the East, the stupid MRGO (Mississippi River Gulf Outlet) funneled in a lot of the Gulf of Mexico. Lake Pontchartrain is a huge lake, actually it’s really a basin.
It’s August 29, the ninth anniversary of Katrina (the second anniversary of Hurricane Isaac). Thought I’d put this pictures here to remember, God, it was a horrible time. I didn’t suffer nearly what so many people suffered because of that storm, but I was a refugee for nearly a month. What a strange, suspended time. New Orleans was so deserted; when we returned to an office in the CBD (three of us sharing a small room) and I’d go out into the vacant streets of New Orleans, so many still not back, I’d see people out of the corner of my eye and when I’d turned to look at them they weren’t there. I think 911 and Katrina are probably two of the worst disasters to ever hit a metropolitan area in the 21st Century. But looking at the devastation of these pictures and seeing New Orleans now, how it has bounced back with so much resiliency and has become a better place, it amazes me and makes me so proud. All the people who met their maker that day, I wish them all the peace of God. I used to get lambasted for saying this, so I just stopped, but I remember Bush got all the blame about the delay in aid when in fact it was Governor Blanco’s lack of knowledge about FEMA and the government protocol to get Federal aid. Back then you had to turn control of the state over to the president and the federal government for him to deploy troops, aid, etc. Edwards knew this back in 1992 with Andrew. Blanco, a Democrat, told Bush she needed some time to consider it while people were sweltering in flooded homes with no power, water or food. Had Bush sent in troops, etc, without her permission, it would have been against the constitution and very much like a coup d’tat. The law has been changed now, but if you’re going to be governor of a hurricane-vulnerable state, I think you should first take at least a 101 course on what the proper laws are concerning said situation. The other bumper sticker on my car is old and reads, “Don’t Blame Me, I Voted for Jindal.” I did when he ran against her and lost in the 2004 gubernatorial election. But let’s blame Bush for all of it, he’s a Republican. When someone wants to hate a Republican, they just want to hate. Someone called Bush the antichrist. I said, the antichrist hasn’t appeared yet. How do you know, I was asked? I said, because according to the Bible, before he appears, first there will be the Rapture, when the bodies and souls of the righteous will be taken into heave to avoid Armageddon. Only after the Rapture will the antichrist appear. The response: I don’t believe there’s ever going to be a Rapture. Bush is the antichrist. So I said, well, you will believe the Bible that there will be an antichrist because you want it to be Bush, but you don’t believe the Bible that first there will be a Rapture? That didn’t win me any friends at the time. I did think Michael Brown of FEMA was despicable and in the midst of it when he stepped down and bragged that he was going to go home, have a Margarita and big Texican dinner, while people were stranded and staring in New Orleans, I could have pulled an Elvis with the television.
Gracious, what a day for food. Pizza last night, birthday cake this morning (only ate a small half a piece), pizza for lunch, then a postdoctoral fellow who rotated through here who is from Egypt brought us Basima (spelling?), an Egyptian dessert made with coconut, almond, etc. So sweet of her. I don’t have any room for it! Think I have finally hit the pizza quota and won’t eat it for a while now, but did so enjoy it. This has really been a very nice day. Next week the school year kicks in high gear here. Hard writing work tomorrow. After all of my interviews were done and in place, began sorting through the facts, trying to get a feel on how I would present it, started to worry about it, then just let it go…woke up this morning and I thought about it and I felt as though a silken river of thought was beginning to flow down to me from on high…so I know that soon I’ll hear that rhythm when the right words form and the silken river is flowing. Ask and ye shall receive…
Probably because of Labor Day, the Autumn issue of Louisiana Life is online…link to my section below:
Found this article; reminds me a little of what Daddy used to do…(Fifteen minutes to pizza!)
This Old-Fashioned Trick Can Slash Your Summer Cooling Costs
By Lisa Bertagnoli
June 22, 2012
This past Memorial Day – a scorcher in Chicago – Jim Chilsen and his family returned home to find the second floor of their bungalow, where the bedrooms are located, was suffocatingly hot. So hot, Chilsen recalls, that his son and daughter wouldn’t have been able to sleep.
But then Dad came to the rescue: Within an hour, and without central air-conditioning or even a room air conditioner, Chilsen cooled the upstairs so well that his daughter asked for a blanket.
Chilsen, director of communications for Citizens Utility Board, a nonprofit utility watchdog in Illinois, sees a lot of hot cooling tips cross his desk. The most effective ones, he says, cost little or no money to employ.
“There’s a myth that to save money, your last name has to be Trump,” Chilsen says. “But one of the great secrets of energy efficiency is that there’s lots you can do to save without spending money.”
Chilsen’s low-cost, effective way to cool his oven-like second floor? Two $15 box fans. Here’s how he did it:
He opened the doors to all of the bedrooms to let air circulate.
He opened the back bedroom window, and placed a fan in it, which blew into the room. That pulled cool evening air into the room.
He opened the front-bedroom window, and placed a fan in it. However, that fan blew out. That sucked the warm air out the window, while also drawing the cool air through the rest of the second floor.
This secret, he says, was well-known in the days before central air but fell out of favor.
Technically should be at lunch right now, and beforehand the idea of eating another salad was beginning to not be all that appealing, then a magical email appeared–as a treat for our office, pizza was ordered and will be here at noon. Having had pizza last night, I hesitated…but what the hay? Pizza for lunch is good; so I will freeze the leftover pizza I have at home from last night for when I get another pizza attack and they really are only maybe once a month or every six weeks or sometimes even longer than that. Will return to super healthy eating again shortly, but surely no one is supposed to eat healthy to the point of starvation and real hunger pangs like yesterday. It is turning out to be a very nice day after all.
After “Angel Heart,” really, I have to watch that again, watched back to back episodes of “Homeland.” I love this show and I can see why Claire Danes has won multiple Emmys for her performance. I love this twist that all along she has been certain Brody as been working for al Qaeda but he is so sly and cunning he has managed to make her look like a crazy fool to everyone including herself. It caused her to go into a mental breakdown because she was so sure she was right but she really wasn’t when actually she was dead on all the time–it’s like knowing the complete truth about something that only you and one other person know but the other person sings the opposite to the world–anyway, last night (these are catch-up episodes), they found proof that she was right about Brody who is now a Congressman and frontrunner as a possible VP running mate. This is a well-written, extremely well-acted series with fine performances by Mandy Patinkin, Claire Danes and Damian Lewis. ShowTime has three of my favorite series: Ray Donovan, Homeland, Penny Dreadful. Ray Donovan’s conflicted dysfunctional family and crime is fascinating, and it’s fascinating enough of a drama not to need the explicit sex, but I guess that’s Hollywood. Masters of Sex, although it is about Masters and Johnson, has enough high drama not to need the explicit sex either even if that’s what they are researching. In the last episode, Michael Sheehan really gave a powerful, powerful performance from start to finish. I loved the scene when Virginia told him how much he hurt her for him to leave her to return home to his wife every night and she was left to return home alone. He told her that just because you go home to someone it doesn’t mean you aren’t alone. His wife is loathsome.
Allstate released its list of the top ten cities with the worst drivers and I’m surprised that New Orleans isn’t on it. However, looking at the list, all but one of the cities is part of the original 13 colonies; maybe the Eastern Seaboard arrogance extends to driving amongst themselves as well. Anyone driving, or motorcycling, in those areas, please be careful. I also remember I couldn’t stand the people I encountered in Alexandria, VA, suspect it’s probably Sharkville, USA.
And here’s the rogues gallery of the 10 cities having the worst drivers in the nation:
- Worcester, MA: 4.3 years between accidents, 134.8% more likely to get in an accident.
- Boston, MA: 4.4 years between accidents, 129.9% more likely to get in an accident.
- Washington, DC: 5.1 years between accidents, 97.3% more likely to get in an accident.
- Springfield, MA: 5.4 years between accidents, 85.8% more likely to get in an accident.
- Providence, RI: 5.4 years between accidents, 85.1% more likely to get in an accident.
- Baltimore, MD: 5.4 years between accidents, 84.9% more likely to get in an accident.
- Glendale, CA: 5.8 years between accidents, 72.6% more likely to get in an accident.
- Alexandria, VA: 5.9 years between accidents, 68.2% more likely to get in an accident.
- Philadelphia, PA: 6.2 years between accidents, 61.2% more likely to get in an accident.
- New Haven, CT: 6.3 years between accidents, 59.1% more likely to get in an accident.
I can’t believe that yet another gorgeous sunrise happened again this morning, maybe even lovelier than the last. When I got back inside after snapping these this morning, my home was permeated with the divine smell of strong, delicious coffee (Community Dark Roast), and isn’t it funny that you can’t pick what fills you with joy, but this did and I said, this is a wonderful day and I felt grateful to the marrow of my bones for it. Thank you God!
All I can say is that the pizza saved my life last night. I called to order from work asking for a 6PM delivery and just as the 6PM episode of MASH began, came a tap at my door, and a wonderful young lady delivery person–they didn’t ask for my debit card number when I ordered and the delivery person said she couldn’t swipe the card. God, I was starving. I don’t keep a lot of cash in the house or on me. She very kindly said, “I will leave the pizza, please call them back and give your credit card number.” I said, “You can do that?” “Yes,” she said, “because I know where you live!” and we both burst out laughing. So I did call and asked them to tack on a $5.00 tip. That was very nice of her, especially if she taken that pizza away I think I would have cried! And it was delicious.
Last night I watched “Angel Heart” with Mickey Rourke, DeNiro, with a good performance by Stocker Fontilieu, God rest him. I have never seen it before. It was filmed in New Orleans and had great atmosphere, but it was a disturbing story. There was a scene between Mickey Rourke and Robert DeNiro that was filmed in St. Louis Cathedral. There was Robert DeNiro sitting in St. Louis Cathedral. I guessed almost from the beginning that he was Old Scratch. Well, as far as little Lisa Bonet goes, the Cosby kid, no comment. I don’t think I ever heard of her doing anything else after that movie was released in 1987. The story has haunted me a little in unsettling way. I remember when New Orleanians dressed similarly, and when parts of the Quarter were as run down as some of the scenes in the movie. I love the way men dressed back then. This was set in pre-air conditioning time and there were the huge window fans just like the one we had on Joliet Street that Daddy installed and you wouldn’t believe how cool that thing could keep the house. That’s when we slept with windows open that were covered in awnings in case in rained…it was lovely to lie there and listen to the rain pattering on the awnings and smell the rain. It’s supposed to rain all day tomorrow, that’s good writing weather, something I have to do to meet the Sunday deadline. And there was a scene when Rourke stops in Bayou country to buy oysters…the two other characters spoke Cajun French was was identical to the French spoken by my relatives in Avoyelles Parish (although they’re not Cajun, but straight from France.) I’ll probably watch it again. Some times I wish it was 1987 all over again.
The flowers in the picture above belong to Mary Lynn who lives beneath me. She has a green thumb.
This morning my coworkers surprised Troy and myself with a cake–his birthday is August 26 and mine is 22; they sang Happy Birthday to us and that I don’t mind because I’ve begun the habit each year of taking Troy’s hand and doing a birthday minuet that he doesn’t participate in except for the use of his hand, all the while looking embarrassed but enjoying it also. It makes everyone laugh each time.