Because the cover photo of the April 17 issue of Science Magazine had an adorable dog with the promise of an interesting article about the link between dogs and humans, Dr. Wu gave me his magazine. Link below. The article itself was more about how researchers are butting their heads together about the origins of the dogs, but there was another fascinating article about what binds dogs and humans…turns out, it is the hormone oxytocin, eye contact between dogs and humans cause both species to secrete it, the love hormone, and has the same effect on humans as mothers seeing their newborn babies. No wonder!
This one is complete….
I think it was seeing “The Conjuring” or whatever, but feel like re-posting my old message about the ghost hunt at Muriel’s for New Orleans Magazine. I’ll post the link to the story at the end, but this post covered the in-story–what a night that was.
Thought I’d post the link to the story about my night with Louisiana Spirits (LaSpirits) investigating Muriel’s for New Orleans Magazine. What didn’t fit into the article I’d like to tell here. I went to the Saturday vigil Mass at St. Louis Cathedral before meeting with the group; would go to Mass anyway, but felt I needed extra protections for the this particular night…had a turn as I used to say when one of the scripture readings was, “protect us, O Lord, from demons…” The investigation ended at 3 AM, just when things were really heating up and I drove back home the 17 miles to River Ridge on the levee where I was living at the time (thank God I’m back in Old Metairie!) absolutely bewitched and rapt at all that had happened that night–I drove home through a beautiful, hot August night that was completely clear with a gorgeous full moon in a glowing indigo sky. WWOZ was playing lazy New Orleans jazz. When I got home, I was much too keyed up to sleep so I sat in my cane rocker on the back porch that faced south and the river where the full moon and I were eyeballing each other and I just kept reliving the strange, strange night. It was nearly 4AM and I was wired awake; decided to to sip some of the nectar of the gods, i.e. Jack Daniels to try to relax so I could sleep, but as Hank Williams sang, sleep won’t come…wound up carrying the entire bottle outside to the porch and setting it beside me as the moon and the gorgeous blue indigo night and Muriel’s had me in thrall…looked at my watch and it was a little after five AM, then 5:30 and still dark–and then the next thing I knew, it was broad daylight, I had fallen asleep on the porch in the rocker with the bottle of Jack on the table beside me, not really very empty at all and people were coming and going…what my neighbors thought about me, I can only imagine!
Feeling the envie to go to St. Joseph’s Church on my lunch break, feeling there’s a sign there for me that will be answer.
If you scroll down to Central La, you’ll see, “The Volumes of Yerby.”
One thing I love so much connected to writing Around Louisiana for Louisiana Life is when I have book reviews to write. Emelina Edwards has just written another book, this time an inspirational one about self-esteem that looks wonderful and I can’t wait to read and review for the Greater New Orleans section. For Plantation, Baton Rouge Country, can’t wait to write about Jim Blanchard’s gorgeous book on Houmas House. Come to think of it, the May 15 deadline is coming up a little fast…will soon have to get cracking. Feel like posting a review of an old book from the 40’s I resurrected connected to Louisiana…let me find the link and I’ll add.
Worst seems to have passed but not until a train derailed high on the Heuy P. Long trestle bridge and some trains cars fell over; a gust of 111mph was reported in Kenner; 30,000 people are out of power in Jefferson Parish and there’s no power at Louis Armstrong Int’l Airport. Mon Dieu!
Last night watching The Conjuring creeped out by a few things that were identical to the time I lived in Marksville in that old house before I knew anything about hauntings or demonics or pleasant stuff like that…the similarities were the horrid, rotten odors and the significance of 3 AM and of course, doggies acting peculiar. There’s a part of me that almost would like to return to that place with a ghost investigative team to see just what’s cooking.
it isn’t even 11 AM yet and outside it’s as black as night with the sky a strange black green color. A tornado is moving from Metairie to New Orleans with Carl Arredondo telling everyone to take shelter. Right now the wind is driving against the windows. LSuU n Baton Rouge and Nicholls closed down…sounds like a firehose hitting the windows. There’s a red blob of radar over us…we’re on the sixth floor in a very strong building and if we have to can go to the first floor and shelter. Haven’t seen weather like this in such a long time; it wasn’t this bad in Isaac two and a half years ago. God, poor Mom would be freaking out by now…glad I blessed the house with sage and holy water twice over the weekend. Hope my neighbors are safe…