NOLA Notes

Month: April, 2008

The Gift of Perspective

I was 37 when Sun was born.  I am the youngest of five children (my mother was 29 when I was born), and all four of my siblings had their respective two children when they were younger than 37.  My sister, who is just three years older than me, is a new grandmother.  My grandfather [...]

Jazz Fest is Upon Us

This weekend and next is The New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival.  To many, this is THE festival of the year.  It is certainly the biggest and most famous.  My husband is one of those die-hard Jazz Festers.  He has a brass pass and will be attending every day minus one due to work, six [...]

Wherein My World Gets Set Straight

My funk is, finally, over.  Over. OVER. O.V.E.R.  And I hate to admit what it took, but I will It took a day completely, fully, wholly, unattached.  Captain Sarcastic took Sun to Jazz Fest today, and because I had to work yesterday I was not in the office today.  Ten plus hours of me-time!  Ah, [...]

Enough Already

I am slowly coming around to feeling completely like myself.  But my irritability is still high, a sure sign I am not myself.  Here’s two examples. The cat.  Peanut has been using our bathroom floor as, well, toilet paper.  Don’t know why.  Just know that I walk in to the bathroom to brush my teeth [...]

Mosca’s Chicken a la Grande

I had to pick Sun up from the Westbank today.  Seems I am across the river often these days.  Today I passed Mosca’s twice.  Once was hard, twice was really hard.  Especially because YatPundit kept twittering about how he had cooked Mosca’s Chicken a la Grande last night. Over dinner, I mentioned Mosca’s, planning a [...]

Still Missing Hopedale

I keep thinking of my grandparents fishing camp in Hopedale.  I still think of it as existing, as housing chiffarobes and roll-a-way beds, crab nets and fishing poles, seafood pots and Styrofoam beer huggies.  I can still see the spot of kitchen floor tile that sank as a result of Hurricane Betsy.  I spent two [...]

Angelo Brocato’s

I have started and then resisted writing this post in the past because Angelo Brocato’s is a New Orleans icon and much can be said about it and I fear not doing it justice.  With that caveat (see the attorney in me kicking in?!), I will proceed for the benefit of those unaware of this spot [...]

Doson Noodle House

Somehow I managed to skip lunch today. This NEVER happens. But by 2 o’clock, as hungry as I was, I was beginning to think about dinner. And if I then ate lunch, it’d ruin my dinner. So I did what an self-respecting foodie would do: I called my husband and asked if he’d like to [...]

My Etching is Rubbed

When I was younger, I believed all the songs I’d heard about love, about it being all you need and it keeping couples together, that it was the be-all and end-all.  Then I fell in love and learned love was not all you needed.  That love can hurt and make you go down roads you [...]

A Rose is a Rose But Patchouli is My Fix

I wax philosophical about my law school days.  They were probably more akin to the experience most people have in college.  It was in law school that I first lived on my own and really began to know myself and test my mettle.  It was also when I was a groupie huge fan of Big [...]